Gerda managed to survive her fall in the chapel after attempting to kill off the moor folk under the queens orders. Instead of becoming a prisoner in Ulstead, the king sends her to Borra where she becomes his slave.
Borra wants nothing more than t...
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Gerda spent the next several days trapped inside her cell following a routine that consisted of waking up, bathing, eating, and then sleeping. She lost track of time as the days blended into each other. All she knew was the sun rising and setting which meant another day had passed. Celtra was quiet but oddly attempted to make conversation with her. Gerda wondered why the creature even bothered to speak to her at all.
None of it made sense and almost seemed like Celtra was genuinely curious about Gerda. Either way, none of it mattered because soon Gerda will be out of the dreadful place. Each day she was brooding over a new way to possibly escape as a means to keep her frenzy mind occupied. She was currently in the process of rinsing her hair when Celtra spoke up.
"Borra has requested your presence today. We will be heading down after you've finished bathing yourself." Celtra stated with her arms folded behind her in a calm manner.
Gerda paused, nearly dropping the bucket from her hands but quickly composed herself. She suddenly felt her heart quickening its pace as images of Borra's cold, ruthless yellow eyes crossed her mind. Not once did she expect him to take time out of his day to visit her and assumed that he would forget that she even existed.
"Do you know what it is he wants with me?" Gerda managed to speak in a controlled voice with her eyes focused on a droplet of water tumbling down her hand.
"I'm...not sure. He didn't say but if I were you I would avoid taunting him." Celtra answered, surprising Gerda when she actually responded back.
Gerda simply nodded her head knowing she most likely will end up angering him. She hated the very air he breathed and wanted nothing more than to see him suffer. She took her time finishing her bath with the purpose of making him wait. Once she was done she dressed and mentally prepared herself.
"Perhaps it would be best to comb your hair a bit. Take a seat." Celtra said pulling out a small comb while leaving Gerda puzzled over why it was even necessary.
"Now do tell me why such a thing is necessary, do I look like I care about the appearance of my hair? According to him, I am nothing more than a pet." Gerda said feeling disgusted by the term pet.
"You being his...pet...doesn't mean you are expected to look such a mess. Besides, I feel that you should be a bit more presentable when around others. Now sit down." Celtra said, sparking curiosity in Gerda.
Gerda did as she said and sat down on the wooden chair in her room. She pondered over what Celtra meant by the word others. Who else would be around when she heads down to see Borra and why is it important that she be presentable? Gerda hissed as Celtra swiftly brushed through the tangled curls and waves in her hair. After several minutes she was done.
"Much better. I must say you look more put together compared to when you first arrived here. I see that your complexion has received its color back." Celtra said in an approving voice with her eyes observing Gerda's skin.
