Chapter 59: A Little Sad And Dejected
Rose heard the door creak open and was surprised to see Martha walk into the room. Her countenance was sinister as she walked in, but the instant she noticed Rose’s gaze on her, she broke into a forced smile that didn’t even reach her eyes.
Rose adjusted on the mat. She had literally been seated here since Edna left. She couldn’t find it in her to do anything, and she couldn’t exactly move around the castle nor do any chores, so sitting here was all she could do.
It was already past lunch, but she wasn’t hungry, and even if she was, she knew she wouldn’t be able to eat. It would choke her, so she just sat here, and she couldn’t even play her flute to keep herself company as she had given it to Edna to keep safe for her. She couldn’t help but feel a little sad and dejected.
She turned her gaze from Martha and looked to the window. The sun was high up in the sky, which meant there were still hours before the prince would call on her. Usually, the time passed before she could even notice, and she barely had to think about it, but now it was all she could think about.
She had tried going to sleep, had shut her eyes, and counted sheep. Even though she didn’t know how to write numbers or what they looked like on a piece of paper, at least she knew how to count and could count off her hands and toes. However, this didn’t help, and her eyes were still as bright after lunch was over, and it was still as bright when Martha walked into the room.
Rose heard some rustling and turned her gaze to see Martha sitting on her bed, replicating her position. She moved her legs, and Martha did too. She moved her hand, and the maid mirrored her. She didn’t have the energy for this, so she just looked away.
"I wanted to apologize," Martha said.
Rose whipped her head so fast that she almost broke her neck. She could scarcely believe her ears, and though her face showed surprise, her mouth didn’t move to acknowledge Martha’s words.
"I shouldn’t have taken your items, and I didn’t, and maybe if I had been a little nicer to you, you would have believed me."
Rose rolled her eyes. She was annoyed that she had even believed Martha’s words even a little. However, one look at her face was all she needed. There was no trace of an apology, just an amused expression.
She hadn’t even apologized to her after she took her to the dungeons until her uncle pulled her ear and threatened her, and yet here she was, sitting on the bed talking about an apology while lying through her teeth.
Rose didn’t have the mental capacity to think too much about it. Right now, she was just hoping she could catch a break or, better still, find something to distract her from all this.