For someone in such an unusual situation, he had managed to sleep very well. He didn't feel he had slept long, maybe two? three hours?
He wondered what had happened to his actual body, was he dead? or was he in some type of coma? If he was in coma he hoped that he would wake up soon, he shuddered thinking about the medical bills he would have to pay!
For once he was glad that his parents had passed away early, he couldn't imagine the hurt they would be feeling if he had just mysteriously collapsed…
Outside he could hear the sound of someone approaching, he scrambled to sit up and make himself look "presentable?"
He heard the jangling of keys and knew it was the woman that had first brought him to this room.
She opened the door and immediately threw something made of brown fabric in his direction.
"Hurry up, and put it on!"
He pulled it up, but he couldn't make sense of it. He was unsure how he was supposed to wear it, was it a dress of some sort?
She saw the way he looked at it with uncertainty. "ITS A CLOAK, HOW CAN YOU BE SO STUPID?"
He wanted to snap at her and tell her that from where he came from only weirdos wore cloaks. So how would he,a non-weirdo now how to wear it!!
Although once he had known it was a cloak it was pretty easy to put on.
She then threw a pair of wooden clogs at him, luckily he had been able to catch them before they hit his face.
"Come!"
He quickly put them on and stumbled behind her, he knew once she started walking she wasn't going to stop.
And he was right.
She never stopped and never turned back to look at him. They walked for so long he began to think this was a form of punishment.
He again tried to keep track of each detour they took, hoping it would come in handy eventually.
They had left what he imagined was a castle.
He had wanted to look back but he didn't want to deal with her yelling if he slowed down. It had to have been massive because they walked in its shadow for a considerable time.
They never spoke once, which worked fine for him. He had decided that for the sake of his safety he was going to speak as little as possible. An easy thing for him because he disliked talking to people most of the time.
Now that they were outside he thought about making a run for it, but the clogs were deeply uncomfortable and while the cloak did cover him… but the material was coarse and itchy. It felt like he was rubbing up against a metal scrubbing pad.
He believed that before anything else a person had to be comfortable.
So the plan to run was put on hold.
The sun was starting to set when they reached a dilapidated manor.
The manor had once been a special place for guests that wanted added privacy without having to leave the grounds of the royal palace. It had stopped being in use when the current king forbade anyone from staying outside of the palace.
They stopped at the gate of the manor, she shoved a basket that she had been carrying along with her into his hands. The basket resembled the ones people took on picnics, it felt pretty light to him.
The stewardess took a out separate key ring from her dress pocket, this one only had three keys on it. She fitted the middle key into the lock and opened the gate.
"You will be staying here." She motioned to manor using her head. "You will be serving a special guest." She looked at him derisively, "This is a good opportunity for you, make the most of it and take good care of them." The way she said it seemed like she wanted the exact opposite of that. "I will be back tomorrow with added supplies for you and our guests stay."
With that she left before he could begin to ask any questions.
He stood in shock, how had he gone from being 'captive?' 'imprisoned?' To now having to 'care?' for someone. Why was everything moving so fast?? Also who was this special guest that was staying in this worn out looking manor???
He thought then about just leaving, he knew nothing about serving a person or anything else he was expected to do. But the sun was quickly receding, and at the very least he wanted to spend the night with a roof over his head.
He took out the key from the gate lock, placed the key ring around his wrist, and made his way to the entrance of the manor.