ASHLEY'S POV
It was already nightfall, master had forbade me from getting up the bed unnecessarily. He sent different servants and maid to check on me every now and then. I finally accepted my bed ridden fate and got out my sketchbook to draw. It was something I did in my free time. I had been drawing throughout the day.
I was trying to lay details to the image I had drawn when master walked into the room. I just innocently watched him walk into the room elegantly. As usual he turned his head to my direction and I immediately shifted my gaze back to the sketchbook.
He just asked me the same question he has always asked.
"How are you feeling?"
"Better" I replied as usual.
I was relieved when he walked into the changing room and shut the sliding frosted glass door. The atmosphere was now less suffocating so I turned back to my drawing.
