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Serena had thought she must've looked like a madwoman when she rushed back into the institute, her rushed movements had alerted those there, specifically, Cyril and Thomas who had rushed to her to see if she was fine.
"Lady Serena!" Cyril called out, immediately to help the woman stand up straight, Serena heavily breathed, she hadn't realised how hard it had been raining outside, aware that her hair and clothes had stuck onto her body, too shocked to speak to what had happened to herself, all she could do was stare at them, she had looked like a fish out of water.
Though, when she finally had the strength to speak, she stuttered. "I---I, I was attacked!"
Footsteps paced after, it had been Davidson, he had been in his long sleeves, and a sword against his back, his hair bounced at every step, if it had been before, Serena would've reached out to him, but now, she had her jaw clenched as three men commenced to question her.
She played with her gloves, quickly slipped them off, the fact that she had fought the people who were apart of her family's death had stung her, so her breathing began to get heavier. "Serena!" Davidson called out with fear, both of his hands against the curve of her shoulders as he gently shook her.
Quick, Davidson picked her up and finally responsive, Serena had tried to get him off her, but he had been stubborn. "You're having a panic attack!" He yelled as he carried her to her room, and when she returned to see the unfinished paintings of her family all over her room, her eyes widened.
She had wished they had killed her.
"I wanted to see them," Serena continued. "I wanted to see my family----"
"What on Earth are you talking about!" Davidson cried out.
On the edge of her bed, Serena's nails dug into the fabric, her eyes dismissive to how Davidson knelt in front of her. "What are the three principles of Aphrodite?" He questioned; his dark eyes mirrored into hers. "The mind, the soul and the heart," Serena listed slightly calm of the reminder, she had felt Davidson reach for her hand.
