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30: TAME THE BEAST👹

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TAME THE BEAST👹

The smell of freshly cut oranges wafted into her nostrils.

The sharp pleasant aroma jarred her awake from her slumber because she was hungry.

She sat up in bed, staring around the faintly lit room.

It was somewhere near dawn, most probably the hour that was before predawn.

The faint smell grew thicker, causing her to look around, looking for the oranges.

Had Hyeera hung an orange scented pouch in the room that she knew nothing about?

As she was pondering over this, a cold whoosh of air swept over her.

And the soft scent thickened immensely, seeming as if it were right under her nose.

Her legs took her out of the huge round bed of its own accord, allowing her to scout the room.

She looked around it with the slight fear and rushing adrenaline that was quick to claim her.

Was it a female assassin?

After all what the beast had said to her the day before, she was bound to feel scared at such occurrence.

Her heart constricted as it registered a familiar pain.

It was the fear of having to die.

'Greetings to The Doomed Rose,' a voice echoed in the bedroom.

Her eyes widened instantly, and she turned around the room with a startled expression.

She did not know exactly which direction to turn to for it came from all directions.

'Who is there?' she snapped impatiently.

Was someone doing this on purpose in order to scare her?

She hated silly games.

'It is only I Your esteemed grace,' the voice answered her.

What the hell?

Esteemed grace?

Was that she?

Mayhap she was dreaming or hallucinating!

She took the initiative to pinch herself. She held in a small cry of pain for it hurt. She had pinched herself too hard.

'Who are you?' she demanded. 'I command you to show yourself.'

'I fear that you shall be met with disappointment Your esteemed grace for I have no form whatsoever,' was the voice's simple reply.

'Form or not, reveal yourself to me and state the reason for your appearance,' she ordered.

Her fear was gone now.