Chapter 9: Tenderness and Care
Aideen stood before the crackling fireplace in her recently acquired room. Her bare feet sank into the plush warmth of a dead animal’s fur, spread across the floor like a luxurious carpet. Adjusting the thin shawl that persistently slid down her slender shoulders, she could not help but marvel at the stark contrast between the chilling weather beyond the castle’s walls and the comforting ambiance within her bedroom. It felt considerably cozier compared to her previous quarters in Count Crueder’s mansion.
Reflecting on her three-day stay, Aideen pondered the intentions of Duke Valentine once more.
"If he intends to confine me like this, why not adhere to the initial plan and send me to the Temple?" She questioned the purpose of squandering resources, both in terms of food and warmth, on a mere prisoner like herself.
As the princess grappled with her growing frustration, restlessness and fear began to take hold.
Aideen refrained from complaining, deeming it unfair in her current circumstances. She found herself in the comfort of a warm abode, with regular meals provided every few hours. A dedicated and caring maid attended to her every need, even when Aideen hadn’t explicitly requested assistance.
Her thoughts were muddled with confusion.
Yet, she could not deny the appealing quality of her room.
"The room is very nice, indeed..."
Spending the past few days confined to her quarters, Aideen decided to engage in an activity she cherished the most – memorization.