𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 || 16+

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When I opened my eyes, the morning sunlight hit my face, directly. So, I closed them again, and then slowly tried opening them.

I adjusted the my eyesight as per the light and recognised that this room wasn't mine. Neither this bouncy bed with the fluffiest blanket covering my body.

And all of the sudden, all the memories started flowing in.

I looked here and there and saw that this room is actually quite pretty. I couldn't see it at night but right now, it looks way more beautiful and big than the room I was staying, in young master's house.

Wait, young master? What happened to him?

I'll go and ask Cedric. I know only he can answer me.

So I slowly and gently rubbed my eyes and placing my hands on the sides, I tried siting up. And suprisingly this time, there was no pain unlike earlier at midnight.

I sat up straight and looked around the room as if to take in the beautiful sculptures and designs in my mind. Who knows, if I'll be able to enter this room again?

But more importantly, I feel much better than yesterday night. Thanks to Cedric, who gave me medicine.

But I still can't believe it, Cedric Gastrell took care of me? Why? But then again, he's been the mysterious one from the day we first met.

When I looked at the big one and only door of the room, I saw that the door is also closed too.

"I wonder what time it is..."

I had just spoken when all of a sudden,

"It's nine in the morning, ma'am-" "AHHH"

A sudden voice startled me and when I looked at the direction, I found a maid looking my way with concern and fear in his eyes. And another maid standing beside her was also shocked by my scream and looked my way searching for something.

Two maids were standing beside me the whole time?!

Wow, Isha quite ignorant you are.

"What happened, ma'am? Are you okay? Are you in pain?"

The maid who informed me about the time, said in a voice filled with concern and fear.

"No, I was just shocked. I am fine."

A wave of relief flushed through her face when she heard me and eventually lowered her head again. Followed by the second one.

"Why are you both lowering your head?"

They both flinched at my question and the maid who was silent all this time, hesitantly said,

"Ma'am, you are mr. Gastrell's guest. How can we dare to face you with our head's up?"

Huh? Is there some rule like that?

"Why?"

"Lord Cedric will surely punish us if we defied him in anyway." The same maid answered.

"What are your names?"

"My name is Jane." Said the woman with ginger red hair and emerald green eyes.

Jane? Britisher?

"And my name is Ivory." Said the woman with blonde-brown hair and ash brown eyes.

Again a Britisher? Britisher is ruling over Britishers?

"Aren't you both Britishers too?"

They nodded their head.