Emmerich
Sienna hadn’t spoken to me for days. The good news was that she seemed at peace. No apparent nightmares. No danger. Or so it seemed. I barely slept, with my ears ready to hear the slight scuffle and whimper. There was nothing, though – not even a call into the modern device she called a phone, which I conscientiously “charged” whenever the numbers to the right dropped to less than 80%. I chuckled at the thought of going back to my time and world, missing the conveniences of electricity. Then, there was the shower. I couldn’t have imagined not having servants bring me basins of water or exploring the woods for a quiet pool to soak myself in. I was used to the sweat and grime. The coppery taste of blood on my lips from a fight. The stench of disease as we explored the villages.
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