…Next Morning…
THE first light of dawn spilled into the mansion, casting long shadows through the high windows. The silence was thick, broken only by the soft ticking of the large wall clock in the living room.
Oswald growled loudly as he managed to get off the bed. The minute he opened his eyes, his stomach rumbled and the events of yesternight came flooding into his thoughts in a rush, he cussed and sat up.
“That brat!” He spat, “she really didn't try to persuade me to eat huh, she just watched me walk away. Silly girl!” He yanked off the duvet and scurried out of the bed, then dashed into the bathroom.
Orlanda herself was already awake, moving about the house and doing her work quietly in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, that was always the first of her work everyday.
As the only
