Silence filled the room again. It was driving me crazy. I took the first bite of my food. I looked up from my plate. The food was tasty—I had never eaten something tastier than this. It felt like heaven as the soup melted in my mouth. The smoked meat was juicy and perfectly cooked. I took a sip of the juice. It tasted like mango.
"What juice is that?"
"It's mango juice, my lady," a maid answered, but it wasn't Hellen.
"Did I ask you? I clearly asked for maid Hellen." I didn't scream, but I was annoyed, and I made it clear with my tone.
"My apologies, my lady." The maid's gaze went to the ground as she paled.
"My lady, if you don't like the juice, we can change it to something else," Hellen commented from behind me.
"I never said that." I took a big sip of the juice. I heard Hellen giggle behind me, making me even more annoyed than I already was, but I ignored it. Instead, I looked at the Marquess.
"Is there a training place here?"
"Of course. If you'd like, James could show you around."
Something inside me didn't like the idea of needing help from someone—someone who looked like an old man, someone I'd have to call big brother at some point.
"No need. I can find it myself." I made my way out of the dining room as Hellen followed me.
"Hellen was your name?" I turned my head and looked at her.
"That's right, my lady."
"Spit it out. I know there's something I don't know."
"Excuse me? What do you mean, my lady?"
I giggled and turned around to face her. "The killer."
"Three more victims have been killed while you were sleeping, so it was an indication that you aren't the killer," her voice calm—even though the topic was... maybe sad for her, but it was quite nice for me.
"Prepare me some clothes. I will go train."
"The doctor said you—"
I couldn't hear the rest of her sentence since I was already gone.
Something must still be hidden from me. Something felt missing.
I stopped in front of my new room's window. There was a cherry red tree in front of it, giving a perfect view
To be continued...