Unprofessional

Chapter twenty

"Madame Moriaty". A middle aged woman called her up while climbing the stairs, her hands on the railings for support. She stopped before Gelma, "I am Donna, chief of servants in the king's mansion".
"King's mansion?"
"It is called that way". Donna replied.
"Donna what am I doing here?" Gelma asked. It was to be rhetorical but Donna replied regardless.
"You should settle down first. You will come to understand why".
Gelma sighed and followed her downstairs.
"You must be famished". Donna said. As she said that, her stomach began grumbling. She was indeed hungry.
"What should I get for you madam?"
"Call me Gelma". She said and then added, "I will be fine".
"You can't stay without eating madam...
"Gelma". She insisted and went on to sit before the burning fire place. She sat hugging her knees, her head between her knees, enjoying the warmth from the fire. She remained that way for God knows how long, the serene she was basking in got interrupted with heavy footsteps. She whipped her head towards the direction of the sound and found the devil and his scary bodyguard. They were dressed in black, with eye catching long jackets. They looked like they had evolved from hell.
Gelma hastily stood up from her sitting posture. She walked briskly towards them not wanting them to leave just yet.
"Nathan". She blocked his path.
"Move". He ordered, his impatience vivid but she chose to ignore him. She glanced at Elisha. They both looked cold and mysterious. She felt chills behind her back.
"I want to leave". She boldly said, putting her fright behind.
"You want to leave?" He roared. "I won't let you go. Ever". He spoke under clenched teeth.
"Nathan..."
"You would stay. I command it". He said and placed her aside so he could leave.
She balled her hands into fists, glaring at them. She watched the door being slammed against her face. Did he think she would stay like he had commanded? She was Gelma, Gelma was no slave. She was going to leave regardless of his order.
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Donna had taken Gelma to her room upstairs and now she was in, studying the room and it's window. She starred hard at the window and what her eyes saw marveled her to the fullest. The beautiful view before her was breathtaking. A circle full of red roses. She then recalled the rose perfume he had gifted her, so he was affiliated with red roses? The more she starred at it, the more she felt drawn to it. She felt a connection with the red roses. An image flashed in her mind. The image was vague but she could attest to the fact that she saw a woman, a beautiful woman seemingly from the medieval times, as she was dressed just as the Brit queens of the past. She saw an image of that woman standing before a vast land of red roses. Gelma was surely confused because she hadn't seen that woman anywhere so why was she having such images? Was she hallucinating?
Gelma used the sheets of her bed to aid her escape. She came down swiftly as she clutched the sheets, not wanting to fall down and break her dearest legs.
Finally at ground level, she glanced at the roses. It took her a while to avert her eyes from the breathtaking view afore her eyes. She had another obstacle, that was the wall that stood before her. How was a lady in distress going to climb a wall without the help of a knight in shining armor? Gelma had to deduce a way to climb the wall.
After a million and one attempts, she made it, face first on the wet grass that covered the ground on the other side of the wall. She grumpily strode to the road, she was going to show up at the hospital that way and just freshen up there. It had been a while she visited the hospital.