Chapter 3: His Present
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Yvan, or rather, as he soon came to realize that he was referred to as Luke by the maid who had entered his room early in the morning, woke up feeling disoriented. His head throbbed terribly, as though he had struck the ground before waking up.
He barely noticed the figure of the maid walking up to the side of his bed, and instead, he was startled when he recalled what had happened moments before waking up. He quickly lifted his hands, but they were cold. He could not feel Her warmth in his hands; nor the warmth of Her blood.
“Luke, are you alright?” The woman who now stood beside him asked, her tone so gentle. He was not surprised to see her, and he groggily looked her over.
She wore a typical maid’s uniform but had the demeanor and mannerisms of someone who seemed ‘comfortable’, if that was the right word. She seemed nothing like the maids at the castle.
Instead of lowering her head when she spoke to him, she smiled and looked at him with a passion he had never quite known. She was also very young, Moy much older than he was, and was very familiar. He didn’t feel at all uncomfortable around her.
“You called me… ‘Luke’?” He asked. She looked at him strangely before she laughed lightly; a song that warmed his heart.
“You must have slept too long if you’re this confused,” she said, “Get up. Your mother will be upset if you don’t join her for breakfast.”
She reached her hand out to grab his arm, but he didn’t budge an inch.
“Who are you?” He asked. This time, her smile droppe, and she raised an eyebrow.
“Who am I? I’m Rita, the maid?” She asked. He was very confused. Rita? Who was this girl that was so forward towards him? The way she touched his arm…
Servants were usually too reluctant to come so close to him and his family. Not that he was bothered by that at all. His main concern was the fact that Caleana was not with him when, in fact, she had been in his arms mere minutes ago.
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