Aggressive Caring

It had been a few day since the incident with this body's father.

I'd spent most of them contained in her room. Though I couldn't complain, I was waited on— hand and foot.

Every maid that came in watched me like a hawk. After every movement I made, they'd stare at me from their peripheral. That act itself made them look unhinged and dangerous. And the times we made eye contact were...

Regardless, being on the receiving end put me on edge but it was rather— thoughtful?

"Before you go, can I ask you a question?"

The maid who originally was about to leave appeared at the edge of my bed in a flash. This isn't something I'd ever be able to get used to— there's no way this is normal.

"Anything, my lady."

"Where's my mother.."

Her face took on a nasty tone. Though her voice still came out patient, it was obviously restrained. "You would have to ask your father."

No thank you.

"That will be all."

As soon as the door closed I shivered. Etiquette— another thing I'd have to get used to.

Collapsing on the bed, I watched the ceiling in contempt.