Journey to restoration

Regia looked around the large room. It was a huge paradox of what she was used to. It had a large vanity embroidered with silver and marble and a grand styled decor.

She moved closer to the large bed in the centre of the room. Its sheets had been rolled back invitingly and it was an invite that she couldn't resist.

She crawled on the bed and laid on its soft sheets, adoring its feeling against her skin. She didn't know when or how she fell asleep afterwards.

A hand slowly tapped her and she fluttered her eyes open. The duke of Albania stood observing her,his hands pulled to his back.

She sat up with a start and quickly got of the bed. She didn't need a soothsayer to tell her he was the man she had been waiting for.

She curtsied with as much grace as she owned and greeted him.

"Good afternoon sire".

He frowned at her which made her breath hitch.
" Good afternoon?, girl it is evening already",he remarked quite harshly.

Her eyes widened and she turned to look out the window. She didn't know she had slept that long. The room was lit by an array of gorgeous lantern in the wall.

She bowed slightly,tendering her apology. He let out a low scoff before asking,
"Is this what you want to wear to sleep?", he asked causing her to look at her gown.

She was still wearing the gown she wore after the change. She had been waiting for him so that they could go and eat together but it seemed like he wasn't interested in food at the moment.

She watched him head to her bed to sit. He sat and frowned again seeing her stand in the same position.
" Well,won't you change to your night gown",he said breaking into her thought.

She quickly regained her composure, bowed tendering her apology, and dashed to her observatory veiled with long decorated satin curtains.

She saw her night shift already folded and carefully placed on a table beside her bathtub. She quickly slipped out of the heavy clothe she was laden with and wore the white,transparent gown reserved for her.

She swallowed as she observed herself in the standing mirror placed in the observatory. The clothe clung to her in all the right places and it perfectly matched her skin.

She knew that whoever placed it there had an eye for beauty. She held her breath as she tried to get her thoughts composed.

She muttered encouraging words to herself as she sought to return to the Duke. She had already kept him waiting for far too long.

She walked in careful strides as she pulled back the curtain and walked towards the bed.

The Duke was lying down on the bed now, facing the ceiling. She stopped a few inches afar and called out.
"Sire, I am now changed".

She waited for a response for a few seconds and on not getting any repeated her statement.

He still didn't respond causing her to furrow her brows. She wondered if he fell asleep in his wait.

She walked over to him and tapped him gently. He still didn't make a move and his eyes were closed. She trailed his hands to under the sheets.

He was unusually quiet and she wasn't even sure she could hear him breathe. She put her hand under the sheets and drew out his hands.

What she saw next caused her to shriek in fear. She saw that his hands was covered in his own blood.

She pulled the sheets down completely and saw that he had been stabbed by a knife,laying in a pool of his own blood.

She fell back in fear,feeling a sinking feeling rise in her chest as her breathing became uneven in panic.

She wanted to ran out to call for help but her body refuses to move,reminding her if the implication of her action if she did so.

She had nowhere to run or who to talk to that would believe her. She shook her head vehemently,running her hands roughly through her hair.

She steeled herself with a new resolution, reminding herself that crying or panic would solve nothing.

She stood up and quickly calculated her next line of action. She decided to leave the building and the town as a whole,knowing that her very life was on the line.