Blue began to fidget as she started to wake up. She stretched and yawned, opened her eyes, smiled and then shut them again... only to open them immediately a second later.
The sun shone through the window right on her face as she sat up in bed...
... in her own bed in her own room.
Her head turned about looking around the room quickly, taking everything in. It was her room, but how was that possible? Last place she remembered being was on a balcony somewhere with... that man.
What was his name again?
Like waking from a dream, everything was slipping away... memories, details, conversations, everything. The harder she tried to remember, the faster everything seemed to rush away from her.
Then just like that... it was all gone.
She knew it happened... all of it. It had all happened like it was yesterday... like it was just moments before she awoke in her room. How did I get here? she thought, but the answer to that question eluded her as well. I will not forget, she told herself. It happened... I know it did. Trying one last time, as hard as she could, to remember something - when nothing came, she let out a loud exasperated sigh and fell back on her bed.
Preoccupied with herself and her thoughts, she didn't hear the door to her room open. "Milady?" she heard a voice say, and upon reflex, she lifted her head at the sound of her name but couldn't see past the bedframe to the door. Raising herself up on her elbows, she saw her head nanny Marcella at the door.
"Yes?" she questioned back.
"Are you all right?" Marcella asked.
"Yes," said Blue, unsure of her answer even as she gave it. "Yes, I'm fine. Why would you ask?"
"I just heard a noise, miss, that's all. I wanted to make sure you were well." She politely curtsied and started to close the door as she left when Blue stopped her. "Miss?" Blue waved her in to the room. Confused, Marcella did as requested.
"Close the door behind you, please," asked Blue, and Marcella followed orders. Then she came to stand at the foot of the bed awaiting further instruction. "Now, Marcella..." started Blue, but she wasn't sure how to finish. "Um, how long was I out?"
"Out?" the nanny repeated. "Not long, miss. Perhaps an hour or so."
An hour? she thought. It felt like much longer. "Where were you all this time?"
"In the front room," she answered, waving toward the door she entered in. "I was working on some needlepoint with the other ladies."
"Did you see me when I came in?"
"Of course, miss. You just finished your music lesson and said you were very tired so you were going to take a nap. You came into your room and laid down."
Blue thought back on her day's plans. Her music lesson was what she had originally been running away from. She enjoyed the piano greatly, but to be made to play just drove her mad and took all the joy out of it. She always argued that she'd rather play at her leisure, but she was never heard and always made to take her lessons (which she always tried to get out of). "Did you see me go to my lesson?"
"Why yes, miss. I escorted you there myself." But how could that be? thought Blue. I ditched her in the corridor after breakfast. "Are you sure you're all right, miss? You didn't hit your head or anything?"
"No," said Blue waving Marcella away. "I'm all right."
"You just seem a little disoriented is all. Bad dream, perhaps?"
"Yes," said Blue, confused as ever. "perhaps."
"Did you need anything else, miss? Should I call for-?"
"No," she answered quickly. Blue didn't need to see the physician. She was sure she was fine medically anyway... besides which she didn't really care for the doctor. Phyneas made her feel uneasy all the time. She tried avoiding him whenever she could.
"Well then, miss, if you should need anything else, the ladies and I will be in the other room." She curtsied, Blue said thank you, and Marcella left the room, closing the door behind her... leaving Blue alone.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" she asked the empty room before collapsing onto her bed, face in her pillow so no one could hear her frustrated screams.
The sun shone through the window right on her face as she sat up in bed...
... in her own bed in her own room.
Her head turned about looking around the room quickly, taking everything in. It was her room, but how was that possible? Last place she remembered being was on a balcony somewhere with... that man.
What was his name again?
Like waking from a dream, everything was slipping away... memories, details, conversations, everything. The harder she tried to remember, the faster everything seemed to rush away from her.
Then just like that... it was all gone.
She knew it happened... all of it. It had all happened like it was yesterday... like it was just moments before she awoke in her room. How did I get here? she thought, but the answer to that question eluded her as well. I will not forget, she told herself. It happened... I know it did. Trying one last time, as hard as she could, to remember something - when nothing came, she let out a loud exasperated sigh and fell back on her bed.
Preoccupied with herself and her thoughts, she didn't hear the door to her room open. "Milady?" she heard a voice say, and upon reflex, she lifted her head at the sound of her name but couldn't see past the bedframe to the door. Raising herself up on her elbows, she saw her head nanny Marcella at the door.
"Yes?" she questioned back.
"Are you all right?" Marcella asked.
"Yes," said Blue, unsure of her answer even as she gave it. "Yes, I'm fine. Why would you ask?"
"I just heard a noise, miss, that's all. I wanted to make sure you were well." She politely curtsied and started to close the door as she left when Blue stopped her. "Miss?" Blue waved her in to the room. Confused, Marcella did as requested.
"Close the door behind you, please," asked Blue, and Marcella followed orders. Then she came to stand at the foot of the bed awaiting further instruction. "Now, Marcella..." started Blue, but she wasn't sure how to finish. "Um, how long was I out?"
"Out?" the nanny repeated. "Not long, miss. Perhaps an hour or so."
An hour? she thought. It felt like much longer. "Where were you all this time?"
"In the front room," she answered, waving toward the door she entered in. "I was working on some needlepoint with the other ladies."
"Did you see me when I came in?"
"Of course, miss. You just finished your music lesson and said you were very tired so you were going to take a nap. You came into your room and laid down."
Blue thought back on her day's plans. Her music lesson was what she had originally been running away from. She enjoyed the piano greatly, but to be made to play just drove her mad and took all the joy out of it. She always argued that she'd rather play at her leisure, but she was never heard and always made to take her lessons (which she always tried to get out of). "Did you see me go to my lesson?"
"Why yes, miss. I escorted you there myself." But how could that be? thought Blue. I ditched her in the corridor after breakfast. "Are you sure you're all right, miss? You didn't hit your head or anything?"
"No," said Blue waving Marcella away. "I'm all right."
"You just seem a little disoriented is all. Bad dream, perhaps?"
"Yes," said Blue, confused as ever. "perhaps."
"Did you need anything else, miss? Should I call for-?"
"No," she answered quickly. Blue didn't need to see the physician. She was sure she was fine medically anyway... besides which she didn't really care for the doctor. Phyneas made her feel uneasy all the time. She tried avoiding him whenever she could.
"Well then, miss, if you should need anything else, the ladies and I will be in the other room." She curtsied, Blue said thank you, and Marcella left the room, closing the door behind her... leaving Blue alone.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" she asked the empty room before collapsing onto her bed, face in her pillow so no one could hear her frustrated screams.
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