Prepossessing

4| Goodbye

...

The rough leather couch unwillingly creates a cocoon around my restless body. My aurum eyes flutter, my useless attempt to stay awake. Sitting up, I run my hands over my face. I rub my index finger with my thumb, a thick creamy feeling reminds me that I still have make-up on.

My head hits the back of the couch, bored without my holowatch that the bodyguard stripped off me an hour ago, stating that he worked for the castle and that any means of communication with anyone would be dangerous.

I look around, the lamp that was turned on when I first entered the girl's waiting room is turned off, useless now.

Faint light enters the desolate room, my eyes follow it to the door that leads to the street. The bodyguard's figure stands tall, his bright red eyes inspecting me. "Your ride is here. We are to leave now, the sun will be up soon."

I rise, stretching my stiff body. My feet hit the gravel as I step outside. He closes the door and my eyes wander around the parking lot. Where once before stood a multitude of vehicles, now stands three unblemished gold hoverlimos. My feet come to a halt. Four bodyguards stand around the area, protecting it. A well-dressed man stands at the side of the limo, eyes facing forward, hands intertwined at his waist.

A great hand comes to rest on my back, encouraging me to continue forward. I breathe in deeply and stride to the limo. The chauffeur opens the door and I slide in, the long dress roughly making contact with the white leather seat. The bodyguard hops into the seat across from me and stretches to turn on the screen to the left of the limo. A surveillance camera flickers on, showing angles of the street to the hoverlimos surrounding us.

His eyes flicker to my curious eyes. "Get some rest."

I open my mouth to speak, driven by confusion and curiosity.

"Just get some rest, anything you need to know will be discussed tomorrow," he says in an authoritative tone.

...

A soft cloud of heaven surrounds my entire body as I slowly start to wake up. A yawn escapes my mouth as I sit up and rub my eyes. Blinking a couple of times to clear away the brightness, I come face to face with a beautiful huge room. My eyes widen. The white walls stand tall, beautiful gold designs cascade down them. Nothing but the long white bed, a small couch, and a state of the art holotelevision decorate the room, and yet it speaks more than my room ever did.

I stand, slipping my feet into the fluffy white slippers by my bed. A small gasp escapes me as I look down, the long gown I wore yesterday is now replaced by the softest silk pajamas in the world. But where are my clothes? And who changed me?

Yesterday's events flood my mind, images as vivid as if a movie were playing in my head. My last memory was the feeling of strong arms carrying me, but changing me? That I certainly don't remember.

Putting my thoughts aside, I stroll over to the door and out into the hall. The sound of dishes being moved around helps guide my lost self into finding the kitchen. A middle-aged woman stands behind the bright counter. Her hands rest on it as she looks up at me. My body freezes completely. The dark soulless eyes I once possessed mirror that of the woman's.

The shock registers on my face. Never in my life have I set eyes on an Immune. To us, they are as good as a myth.

"Morgana make her some eggs and bacon."