The castle was small, one of the winter residence of imperial family which was seldom used. But on that night of full moon, it was brimming with an almost festive golden light.
Nesrin pulled her hood down and indifferently left her room while keeping her gaze low.
The knight paid her no mind but she knew it won't be for long. Nesrin was tense as fixed the hood once again.
There was no choice, Nesrin threatened the servant with a fork. He stared at her blankly but wasn't so stunned when Nesrin broke a cup and placed the porcelain shard against his neck.
She learned he couldn't speak but at the same time, the young servant was not going to remain quiet as she borrowed his cloack and pants.
He tried to make a run for it twice and Nesrin was both surprised and ashamed when she easily bound him against the bed with a hasty knot.
She left right after that.
