--POV Ayame---
Well, that was eventful. The air in the room seemed to thicken after Malerie left. I quietly finished my breakfast and dared not to disturb anyone. An angry man means a bruised woman. “Ayame.” I flinched and turned to Edon.
“Sor – I mean, yes?” I asked, correcting myself breathlessly. I thought if I stayed quiet they wouldn't notice me. That always worked before.
“The laundry staff is done cleaning your clothes. They are in the spare room. I’ll take you there so you can wash up. I had Elizabeth bring your soaps in there too, because you seemed to like them before.” Edon answered. He was right. I loved them.
I sighed in relief. He didn’t seem angry at all. Then why did the room seem so tense? “Oh, okay that would be great. But….”
“But?” He asked, worriedly. Crap, there
