A dark shadow begins to flood the horizon.
The sun disappears within its coil and the sky fades to black.
The world stops spinning, and the war seizes.
Then comes the black soot, falling down like flower petals from the darkened clouds.
One by on...
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The world outside seemed more peaceful than the world inside the walls of the Glacies mansion. I had sat quietly beside the windowsill, knees up and hands flopped lazily in between my legs, while watching how the flowers wave like the surface of the waters, the leaves charm like little bells and the birds play upon the marble bird fountain.
The sun was already high above the sky, the day still fresh and there was full white clouds lazily crossing the blue sky.
I felt somewhat lighter after annulling the engagement with that ass hole although I may have stepped a little out of line and lashed out on them. But it was only for the sake of my plan. It was entertaining, however. Seeing the disoriented and angry faces of my foes made the minute of the horrible minutes in that room feel good.
It was already expected by me that Lily and Stella would expose Diana's fake intentions to the duke any time soon, so I had already devised another alternative plan when I was eating breakfast.
Get grounded.
My plan had worked as much as I expected it to. Marcus grounded me for 2 months to reflect on my actions with my meals only consisting of quote commoner food, no teatime or snacks and I can't step out of the mansion for any reason even to attend the banquets that would be coming up in a few weeks' time. He used Diana's weakness against her to punish her, but the thing is I'm Artemis not Diana.
A 21st century assassin who spent most of her free time in her room and on her bed or either training. Meals don't apply to me even if it's just bread or porridge.
So, the punishments placed on me is nothing but a reward, well excluding the fact that there is no technology to keep me sane or entertained. Nevertheless, I have a lot of things I need to get ready for my departure in 14 days' time that it would it keep me busy and doing something. Although no one really cares if Diana was to stay in her room for a long period of time out of nowhere but for safety measures, I got myself grounded so that the excuse would be in handy if anyone were to suspect anything.
I took a long deep breath.
'I need to get my weapons forged and my attire sewn as quickly as possible....' My eyes sidelong to the wardrobe from across the room. My lips pursed and I groaned. 'I'm not really bothered to move from my spot though.' I eyed the wardrobe intensely. The fine curved crafting of the wood splendid and perfectly lined, big and glossy from the coat painted on it and the carvings of swirls of floral, vine patterns on the doors. I stared at it for a moment and felt all my motivation drain away.
I turned my head to the side and leaned it on the wall, continuing to watch the garden from behind Diana's confined chambers. 'I'll do it later,' I had decided and just left it at there.
As I continued to gaze silently at the garden, my mind wondered over to the novel's characters, Damon especially. Reading a book is different from watching something on TV. Books only give you the important details or miner details of a characters features that is enough to get you imagining and then the rest is left up to your vivid imagination to create, form and shape the rest.
