Ruth did not remember how she got back to 'the great manor'. She did not care if anyone saw her coming so late in the night. She did not know if anyone asked her anything or stopped her while passing by the guards.
She came to her room in the servants quarters then unlocked the door. After opening it, she stepped inside to be only greeted by the cold emptiness.
She closed the door behind her. Removing the shawl around her, she threw it carelessly in some corner of the room. Walking to the bed, she slumped down defeatedly on it.
The entire day ran in her mind on the loop. But she felt numb. She finally moved her eyelashes and realised that she might not have blinked in a while. She was just a moving statue with no life in it.
As the clock hands ticked, the realisation slowly down upon her. It started painfully slow at first- like a thin trail of fine sand only to turn into a sandstorm afterwards, jolting her mind and soul violently.
