Fear

The tour

Notes:

You're gonna love Chapter 5.

I hope...

I loved writing it. I'm sorry the beginning has been so dull, but I need to get that going. As I said earlier, I know exactly where to go, just not how to get there... I'm getting better, kay? I'm a newb.

Feedback is fantastic as well, a single comment helps a lot!

Chapter 5 will come soon (due to the fact it's already written...), so hang on! ^.^

You had almost read three chapters when a short knock on the door disturbed you. You were unsure of what to do, so you rose, leaving the book in the armchair, and walked over to the door. When you opened it, you saw a servant holding a large tray of food. The smells your nose caught together with the sight of all the food made you realize how incredibly hungry you were. There was food you'd had before and food you'd never seen, for instance a large mug of steaming, dark liquid that smelled sweet and fruity. You reached out your hands to take the tray, and the servant let it go, then curtsied and asked if there was anything else you needed.

You frowned, feeling confused; why would she curtsy to you? You were just like her, no royalty in your blood. Then you remembered what Loki had said.

You will be my guest at the palace and I will treat you thereafter.

That must mean the servants would do so as well. You said "thank you" and the servant walked away; just when you'd seen her walk around the corner at the end of the corridor, you remembered you should have asked for directions to the library. If anything, you would at least like to read.

You put the tray down on the table by your bed, went back to the armchair to collect the book, then sat down on one of the chairs, which were more comfortable than they looked. You took a bite of the bread on your tray and closed your eyes, savoring the moment. It was the sweetest bread you had ever had, and now that your stomach had really started working, you couldn't resist matching the bread with the sauce.

You poured some sauce on your plate, dipped the bread in it, and quickly lifted it to your mouth. The taste was wonderful; a bit salty from the sauce but perfect combined with the sweetness of the bread. You opened the book and leaned it against a big bowl of fruit, so you could read while you enjoyed the food. You had never had better food, let alone the opportunity to read while eating, so this was the perfect moment for you. Good food, a good book and a crackling fire in the background. Perfect.

The dark liquid in the mug was some kind of tea, but it wasn't like the tea you'd been drinking. It was sweet, fruity, and made you think of sweet fruits and warm days.

When you had finished eating, you were simply too tired to care about anything so you undressed, hung your clothes over a chair, and then slipped under the sheets of the bed.

You fell asleep as soon as your head touched the pillow.

You were woken up by a knock on the door. You just wanted to dig your face into the pillow, but dragged yourself up with a moan and searched for something to wear. Finally, you pulled the shirt you wore yesterday over your head and opened the door.

Two servants, both older than you judging by their wrinkles, stood outside; one was carrying a box and the other a nervous smile.

     "Can I help you? you asked tentatively. The women nodded and one of them explained that Prince Loki sent them to get you clothes. You shrugged and let them in.

     'He really cares about you.' The tiny voice again, this time working for Loki. You closed the door behind the women idly wondering if you were going mad.