I frown at the sound of that and start to wheel off.
My chair makes me feel slow though, and I decide to leave it in the hallway instead, struggling to my feet.
My legs shout at me to sit back down, my feet crying. But after a few forced steps, I'm able to half limp half walk to the rooms.
I know exactly where Isadora is being kept at; in the furthest rooms of the house, all the way on the east wing. It's barely used, as it was a hindrance to leave and visit the estate.
My feet move awkwardly but surely in that direction, waving off the concerned and shocked faces of passing by servants and maids. When I finally see the hallway, I listen in for any servants or anyone really.
Leaning against the wall for support, I start to run faster.
