An Air of Déjà Vu (Part 1)

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The Forest was silent and somber when Mackenzie was taken back to the castle

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The Forest was silent and somber when Mackenzie was taken back to the castle. Somehow it seemed even colder inside than out there, and as dark as the moonless sky. She followed the page in silent, wondering if she had met him before, unable to recognize him, or any of them, for that matter. They were all wearing the same clothes, all saying the same things, all avoiding her gaze. She wondered if it was written somewhere in the rules not to look people in the eyes or if they were just afraid of her, and she decided never to ask, happy to believe it was the former.

Her satin dress caressed the cleaned marbled floor in silence, the only noise being the page's footsteps and her heavy breaths. It would be easy enough to travel through the hallways of the castle if she weren't wearing such a tight corset. She had been uncomfortable all night, no matter how hard she tried to ignore it. She couldn't wait to get out of this dress, and she'd wake the entire castle if she had to in order to find someone who'd help her out of this prison of satin.

The page stopped in front of her door and opened it for her, before stepping aside and bowing, gesturing her to get inside. She thanked him in a whisper, not caring if he heard her or not, before she stepped inside her chambers where she was happy to see her servant was waiting for her.

Mackenzie frowned, however, when she noticed the girl was standing near the couch, where she last saw her.

"Did you stay here all night?"

"No, ma'am. Someone from Lord Fay informed us of your return."

Reassured that the poor girl hadn't spent the last four hours waiting on her feet for her, and trying to forget she had just been called "ma'am", she breathed out, or at least tried to.

"Get me out of this thing, please," she begged.

"Yes, madam."

The girl removed all the layers of the elaborate dress as fast as she could, and Mackenzie took a deep breath of relief as soon as she was able to.

"Thank you," she breathed out loudly, swearing to herself she wouldn't wear a corset ever again, and she'd kill anyone who'd try to make her. "Never call me madam again," she said in a light tone, not wanting to scare the girl who had been acting nervous around her.

The servant looked up with a small and amused smile: "Yes, miss."

"Have a good night."

"You too, Lady Alemaund."

The girl was gone before Mackenzie had the chance to tell her she wasn't a lady.

***

It was dark in the forest. Abnormally dark. And so silent. As if there were no wind, no animals, no life. As Mackenzie walked on the dead leaves, the absent of noise made her feel uneasy and nervous. She couldn't remember where she was nor what she was doing out there in the forest alone. All the trees were the same and she kept changing course, hoping to see a light, a rock or a bush maybe that looked somewhat different, that would indicate she was making progress. But everything stayed the same. She cried for someone, anyone, just to see if she would hear anything and her own voice startled her. She expected no answer and received none, and for some reason, it was a relief. She was alone. There was no one and nothing that could hurt her. She felt at peace, not tired, not hungry, her feet weren't hurting like they would have been if she had really been walking in the forest for this long. She kept walking for a while, enjoying the silence of the never-ending forest. She looked up, expecting a moon and stars, but found only darkness, like a ceiling painted in black, a black so dark she got lost in it.

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