It was early in the morning when Liza came to wake me up from my sleep. I did not blink an eye last night.
I was awake the whole night, thinking about the kiss. It was disgusting, but what has happened…has happened. A strong woman shouldn't cry over spilled milk.
I sat up on my bed and yawned like I had just woken up from my bed.
Smiling like a sheep, Liza drew the curtains to one side and asked "How was your night?"
I sighed, wishing she had never asked about it. It brought the memories…how Roland was betrayed last night.
"Oh, I forgot, my lady". Liza left the side. She came to the edge of the bed and stared at me. Her hand flew across her mouth and almost screamed "W-what is wrong with you?"
I shook my head and wondered what she was talking about. "Liza, what happened?"
Her hand left her face as she walked to the other side of the bed. She drew the curtains as well. "Your face, my lady."
