Diana
I was tending to the crops in the garden when Muzan came to me. His face held concern, deeper than I had ever seen.
“Is anything wrong?”
He nodded.
I stood up.
“He’s…ill…odd, I know…”
I wanted to sprint past him, to go and see Edric, but he held me back
“The curse is not broken, Diana. He stabbed himself with a knife to test it out…nothing.”
His words made me relax a little, but still, he was ill. I had to see what was wrong.
When I got to his room, he didn’t look like anything was wrong with him. He was hunched over his desk, his eyes buried in concentration behind his meaningless calculations.
Meaningless at least, to me.
“False alarm,” he waved dismissively when I inquired about his health and the report from Muzan. “Looks like I’ll be living to see another century,” he
