You would think that waking up from a nap would be nice and refreshing… but no, you would be wrong.
Turns out I have not taken a nice peaceful nap in my bed or even on the couch in the living room but in some random room i've never been in.
Not that waking up in a room you don't recognise isn't traumatizing enough because oh no give me something else.
Maybe a creepy old man looking as if he's been watching you sleep is nothing at all.
No, not traumatising at all.
I honestly hope I didn't lose that councillor card they gave us at the start of college.
"Ahh you're awake," came the voice of the old man, still half standing in the shadow.
'Well no shit sherlock, you got an A+ for obvious,' I spitefully thought.
"All right how about we cut the chit chat and get to the important part. Who are you and where the hell am i?"
The shock in the old man's face told me he had never been spoken to in such a way before. That itself told me a bit about him. He was obviously a man of high standing but not too high as he did not correct me nor did was he quick to anger. Men of high stature usually were also quick to anger as they were very prideful.
"Very well then. I am Gromwell, Head Healer here in Duke Winters' Estate. And might I be so bold as to ask your name."
Head Healer … Duke Winters. The words kept resonating in my mind as I kept repeating the words again and again. But that would mean…
HOW THEY HELL DID I END UP IN THE KINGDOM OF VARDALE OF ALL PLACES?
"Winters, as in one of the eight great families?" I tentatively asked.
A look of surprise and something else shadowed his eyes as he glanced at me, dare I say intrigue.
"That would be correct. May I ask how you ended up here?"
Smirking at the elder gentlemen I replied rather cheekily:
"You may!"
A deep rough chuckle resonated the wall bare room startling both myself and the maester. Looking towards the direction from where the laugh originated; hidden in the shadows I called out rather bravely…
'Or brashly...like a gryffindor,' I cynically thought.
Gryffindor? What's going to happen next? Am I going to be transported to the wizarding world next.
Joy!
Though at least if I ended up there I might have at least a chance of survival.
I mean come on Vardale, seriously. Hmph!
Let me just get a pen and paper and write myself a Last Will and Testament; I'm sure I'll need it. Though seeing as I'm here maybe I should just ask the maester for parchment and quill.
Wait, do I even know how to write with it?
While pondering the question of my writing skills, I was unknowingly being stared at by 2 Northerners. Can we know if the butler counts as a northerner? I mean does it only matter from which region of the seven regions you're from or where you move to? And on that subject, i've always been curious about how and why Vardale is named the seven regions of Vardale. I means there are 8 regions. Wait… 1… 2 ..3,4 … yep 8. So what's the dealio. Yep that song really did jump into my head.
"..ow long do you think she's going to be unresponsive? It could be fatal to her health."
A voice pierced my bubble of questionality bringing me back to reality.
"Oh i'm sure it's not that long. Have no fear i'm sure she's perfectly fine. Look she's already stirring"
That deep, husky voice replied, stirring something inside of me.
'I know that voice. But from where?'