The sensations flowing through me leaves me unsteady and uneasy, but in the best way possible.
Except, I don't think I can stay in this room without losing my mind.
I turn to the maids, and I find they too are overwhelmed by his excessive want.
And I don't like it.
I erect myself and I shut the door, feeling particularly angry as of now.
I march back to the glass door hallway and head into the massive hall.
Where I make myself to Rosemary's room.
"Luna Abigail." They call out, assumably so I slow my pace.
"Don't follow me, and tell Darius I'll be down in five." I say, still bubbling with anger.
"darius?" I hear whispers and I realize I hadn't given Darius the proper honorifics his name so duly deserves.
But then again, I've always called him Darius.
This thought sends a rattle up my spine.
