27 Praise From Herma (1/2)

Stretching my arms out, I grab a pillow that one my bed and shove it into my face. Before I let out a loud scream into the confines of the soft fluff!

I'd really royally messed up last night, hadn't I? I couldn't help but growl to myself as I nuzzle the pillow.

After the conversation about everyone's classes. Salem had stormed off in a hurry, not even giving me the chance to apologize to him. I felt like it was my fault, that had made him reveal things that he didn't want to.

I didn't have a chance to go off after him, because the rest of the night I spent with my other Brothers. But the whole time I couldn't shake the feeling in the pit of my stomach that it was my fault that Salem had left.

It also felt like he was mad at me, I know that I could be making that up in my head. But I felt it in my body, so it was hard to chalk up to my overactive imagination.

I felt, absolutely, horrible about it all!

Rolling over in my bed, I grab another pillow and hurl it across the room. It slams into the wall with some force, but thankfully it didn't leave a mark at all.

It was really a shitty morning…

Rolling around a couple more times, I finally stop when I'm lying flat on my stomach and I can't help but kick my feet up in a mock temper tantrum. I'd never let anyone see me like this, but I was feeling a bit of helplessness.

The childish rage only lasts a little while longer. If anyone was to see this…then the image that I'd be working to cultivate would evaporate.

Spending a few more minutes in bed fuming over my thoughts, I push myself up and swing my legs over the side of the bed and drop down onto the floor.

Wincing slightly, because of the cold, I shake it off and pad lightly over to my bathroom.

I needed to pull myself together, and the best way to do that was to take a nice long shower, to wash away the worries!

Stripping out of my pajamas, I deposit them into a neat pile on the ground. Walking over to the glass door of the shower, I peel it open and step into the shower.

Grabbing the knob, I twist it to the red firestone, and the stone begins to glow a vibrant red and it heats up the water. After a couple of seconds, water began to spray out of the showerhead and down onto my body.

As the warm water began to permeate my body, I felt like I was in bliss.

There was something about having a nice warm hot shower that managed to take your mind off of all the bad.

After washing all the negative thoughts away, I bask under the water for a few more minutes, before I twist the knob turning off the red firestone. Pushing the glass shower door open, a puff of steam rises out of the shower.

Reaching out I grab a white fluffy towel and first wrap my hair up and then I grab another and cover my body.

Walking towards the entrance of the bathroom, I exit and find Herma waiting for me.

”Good morning, Little Miss,” she says cheerfully, her curly blue hair was pulled into a loose side braid. Her mouth was set in her usual smile, and her maid outfit was prime and orderly. Looking at Herma gave me a sense of normality like this would be like any other day.

However, I knew that wasn't the case.

”Morning, Herma. How'd you sleep?” I ask her, as I march towards my closet.

”I have no complaints,” she says with a small dip of her head. ”It was a treat to see the Young Master's again,” she says with a light chuckle, as she follows behind me.

We enter the closet, that's dark.

”Who would have expected that Marigold would end up engaged to your Brother,” she continues, as she reaches her right hand out and flicks on the light switch.

The lamps that are attached to light crystals, quickly turn on and bask my closet in a warm white light. All of this convivence were due to magical stones, that had been converted into everyday utilities.

I raise an eyebrow; it seems that Herma knew Marigold.

”Did you know Marigold, before she was engaged to my Brother, Herma?”

She nods her head. ”Yes, Marigold's Mother was a part of your Mother's adventurer party. They'd been together since they were little, due to the fact that the Dragon's and Vampires have always had a close relationship,” she says with a grin.

It really was a small world, it seems. That's why she had such a comfortable relationship with my mother.