TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains descriptions of abortion.
- VALKYRIE –
The sound of fabric flapping in the air along with an object scraping smoothly along a surface disturbs my slumber.
My brows crease and I shift on my bed, opening my eyes slightly. I jerk my body up the bed at the sight of someone roaming about in my room. It is a maid. The head maid. What is she doing here so early in the morning?
I trail my eyes to my bed table where an alarm clock is. It is eight am. Not so early morning, I yawn. But I have nothing to do.
“Good morning, madam.” The head maid says to me in a refined tone.
I fake a smile, staring at the blandness of my room. The grey colours are not my style and the room is empty. Really empty and it is just dawning hard on me. “Morning.” I say.
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