Ethan stirred awake to the gentle caress of the morning sun on his face and the delightful chorus of birdsong. In his groggy state, he attempted to sit up but was quickly reminded of his injuries as a searing pain shot through his body. It all came back to him then, the incident of the last night, the murder, and the blood.
Hearing his rather loud groan, Maya and Sera, the two former slaves and currently Ethan's personal maids—entered the room.
Seeing Ethan awake, the worried expression on their faces turned to one of delight as they hastily moved to support him.
"Agh, tell me… What occurred last night?" Ethan asked with a muffled groan, holding his head in pain, his face contorting as he grabbed onto Maya and Sera's hand to sit up.
Maya and Sera looked at each other in confusion, nodding silently at each other presumably communicating in their storage way, they did not speak for a while making Ethan impatient.
