Chapter 408: Waking up (1/2)

Just as she was about to descend back to the land of dreams, and let her lingering consciousness wander away, a sudden knock jolted her senses awake. Not even a moment later, the muffled voice of an older-sounding man could be heard, before the door was pushed open.

”Excuse me miss, I'm coming in.”

His words were strange, causing the woman lying in the bed to wonder for a brief instant.

'Is he aware of me waking up? Wait… Who is he? Where am I… Who am I?'

As the questions continued to assault her nervous mind, she suddenly realized that everything was a blur. Her current state, the strange place, the bed… the incredible comfort and luxury… Was he the daughter of some rich family?

Still, her questions were quickly thrown at the back of her mind, as she suddenly felt the presence of another entering the room. Even with the sudden inability to access her own memories, she could sort of 'feel it', as the owner of the aged, masculine voice entered her room. She felt that even if she wouldn't have heard the door opening, she would be able to tell that there was another being in her close vicinity.

This strange feeling, this sort of sixth sense, didn't help her mind a bit. She felt even more confused by all that was happening, still, her heart and mind calmed down almost instantly. She could feel all the muscles in her body reacting to her state of mind, which strangely managed to ease her worries. She felt strong, powerful as if nothing could threaten her.

Whilst the blonde tall woman was entangled with her own thoughts, the owner of the voice entered the room and lightly closed the door behind him. He didn't step towards the bed, but stood in his current spot, with his straight back facing the door.

He lightly coughed once, pulling the confused woman out of her own self-induced stupor, and as she slowly turned her gaze on the old man, he promptly bowed down.

”I am delighted to see the miss finally waking up. May I ask, how does miss feel? Can I bring anything to make your stay more comfortable?” He spoke, addressing the girl with his courteous, eloquent mannerism.

At first, the woman had no idea what to do. Her confusion just continued to deepen further and further with each passing second. As she glanced at the old man and instinctively focused her mind on the thin elder, new information assaulted her mind.

She could somehow tell that this person, this black suit and tie-wearing, an elegantly dressed thin man had no ill intent towards her. She felt that this elder was of no threat to her life, causing her body to instinctively relax, her tense muscles to ease up.

Silence ensued between the two after the suited man proposed his inquiry to the blonde woman. As she just kept staring at the figure for several seconds, the man withstood her penetrating gaze with ease and kept his bowing posture all the while.

Eventually, the silence was broken, as the woman finally managed to come to terms and process all the strange nonsense that continuously came to her mind.

She wanted to respond, but suddenly she realized how dry her lips were and how parched her throat had become. She tried to speak but only senseless gibberish,  gruff, guttural, hoarse, throatily groans could be heard.

The man didn't seem to be phased, nor surprised by her reaction at all. Straightening his back, he swiftly stepped closer to the girl, pointing towards the cupboard beside her. A glass pitcher filled with water with a similar glass cup was placed next to the bed.

”Please, miss, quench your thirst. The fresh water was prepared for you just this morning by the Mistress' orders.”

Hearing all the new information thrown at her once again, the woman creased her eyebrows.