When she woke up in her bed, her body limp and tired, her eyes aching and dry, her heart barely beating, Shaye though felt anger on Ruffles, he couldn’t show it enough. It wasn’t the poor Torta’s fault, anyways. The snow ball was seated beside Geneva, and looking at her with wide green eyes. When she whimpered, Ruffles leaned closer to her. “Don’t!” Shaye shouted at the snow ball. Ruffles jerked away from Geneva, and lowered his head. “ Where am I?’ She rasped. “ In your room.” Shaye answered, as a maid offered her a glass of water. Geneva tried to get into a sitting position by putting her weight on her elbows. The maid stopped her, and helped her by looping her arms around Geneva’s waist. The maid patted a white pillow, and laid Geneva's back on it. She sighed as her back met with the so
