The Fire Inside

Amoret

Mor cuddled up into her pajamas, waiting for her maids to come back in like they claimed to when they finally left after starting her bath.

The pajamas covered her down to her ankles and wrists. Originally, it was a pair of white sweatpants with a small, deep blue tank top that stopped at her bellybutton, but they gave her a gray sweater to cover herself and her scars after she begged them to.

The bed was too well made for her to get into it, she couldn't bear to mess it up. So, she sat in the white plush chair by the dog bed, where Maggie was curled up and slumping, ready to sleep. Mor picked her legs up and set her arms around them, resting her head on the chair behind her.

It wasn't long before a knock came from the door, causing her to jump. No one knocked before answering when she was the only one in the room. She quietly went to the door and shyly opened it. Her mother stood outside.

"Hey, sweetheart. Are you ready for bed?"

"Yes, ma'am." She let her in.

"You didn't get in bed yet? Oh no, we didn't mess up your sleep schedule, did we?" She looked at her anxiously.

"No, no ma'am, I'm really tired, I just didn't want to mess up the bed. It looks really nice, and I've never had a bed all to myself like this before. I don't want to ruin it."

"Honey, you know that every morning the maids can make it just like this, so it always looks this nice, okay?" Camille smiled as her daughter nodded. "Okay, now let's get you to bed."

"Yes, ma'am." She started taking the throw pillows off and her mother took them from her hands, doing it herself.

"Let me do this, Kove." She pulled the covers back and fluffed the pillows. "Here you go."

Mor's body fell into the bed when she got in. She didn't realize it was memory foam, and the mattress sunk beneath her. Giggling, she felt the Egyptian cotton sheets, soft to the touch. She'd rarely seen things this fine, and never was she allowed to touch them. "Woah," she whispered to herself.

"Do you like them?" Camille gently sat at the edge of the bed. "They're the kind of sheets we use, but I wasn't sure if you'd want something else."

"I really like these, ma'am. Thank you."

"Of course, sweetheart." She smiled, pulling the covers up to cover her daughter. "So, tonight, do you want me to stay with you or do you want to sleep by yourself?"

"Can you stay with me?" Mor fidgeted with her fingers under the blankets. "I'm scared of being left alone in new places."

Camille nodded. "Mhm. I'm just going to run to my room really quickly to get dressed into my P.J.'s, okay? Dad's going to be right in to say goodnight."

"Okay."

It was only a moment after her mother left that she heard a knock on the door. Her father poked his head in. "Hey, sweetheart, are you ready for bed?"

"Mhm." Mor nodded and straightened her sheets again. "Yes, sir."

"Okay." He chuckled, poking her arms until she giggled. "All comfy?"

"Yeah. The bed's really big though."

"Do you like the size of it?"

"Mhm. And it's really all for me." She pressed her hands to her cheeks. "Wow."

"I'm just glad you like it all. Y'know we did wait a long time for you, we just want everything to be perfect."

"It really is." She looked around the room. There were few lights on now, just the fairy lights above her head and the lamp light on her left nightstand, but things were still easy to see. Maggie was curled up on the fuzzy light gray blanket at the end of her bed and all of her throw pillows laid in a small basket by the corner.