Bastian - Chapter 138 - A Lost Heart - WoopRead
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✧A Lost Heart✧
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A stray cat appeared in the garden and Margrethe went on a rampage, but despite her minor frame, Odette maintained a tight grip on the leash.
"No Meg, you can't go chasing cats."
Margrethe obediently understood and stayed by Odette's side. Only then did Odette substitute her stern look for a smile. She didn't forget to give Margrethe a scratch behind the ears and compliment her.
Odette walked slowly down the path between the house and the flower beds. The sound of Dora's footsteps just behind them was ever present.
"Dora," a voice called as Odette reached the bottom of the path. A young maid ran across the garden.
"Go, Dora, I will only be here with Meg," Odette said, pointing to a bench under the pergola. "Don't worry, you know I can't run away looking like this."
"But madam, I know you, you can fly away if you were just in a shift, with Margrethe."
"Not if I don't have enough money I can't." A weak smile spread across Odette's face. "As you can see, I have lost my wings."
The head maid looked at Odette and then smiled herself. "I don't suppose you would tell me if I asked why it had to be like that?"
"I'm sorry, Dora."
Odette drew the line in a gentle manner, took Margrethe in her arms and approached the bench under the pergola. The head maid watched her for a moment, then turned away to tend to her duties.
A wry smile played across Odette's lips as she recalled the concern Dora had raised. Ever since the incident with Count Xanders, the security at the mansion had more than doubled. Even if she was able to get away from the watchmen's eyes, she would have to get past the gatekeeper's. There was no way to leave the mansion without jumping into the sea.
Odette earnestly hoped that Count Xanders understood her words when she called for help. It might be impossible to escape, but hopefully Countess Trier might be able to help her, she was the only one.
But what if the Countess turned her back too?
Odette's mood deepened as she stared out toward the western skies and the setting sun. That was when Margrethe's mood changed without warning.
The feral cat had been hiding among the flower beds and decided to make its presence known again. Margrethe immediately went on a rampage, jumping from the bench in excitement. Odette tried to call her back, but she was not listening this time and chased the cat into the forest on the other side of the trail.
