A long unpleasant creak sounded as the doors of the room opened.
Pink fingers left the door handles as a young girl entered her master's bedroom. There was an awkward smile forming on her lips as her hesitant eyes darted around the area.
"You called, young master?"
There was a quiver in Pola's voice. Her eyes were blinking rapidly as unease sinks inside her gut. Somehow, she dreaded the cause of the youth's call.
"Here..."
A soft voice sounded once her words sank into the silence of the room. She turned her head and her feet immediately moved towards the voice. Making a turn at the curtained wall of her left, she saw her master silently standing before the tall windows beside the canopy bed.
