I opened my eyes and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling of the room feeling oddly uneasy. I was dreaming about something but now I had completely forgotten what it was.
It was a bad dream that I could be sure about.
I had come at Marquis's mansion in the capital because of my plan and he had given me the best room yet, I couldn't sleep well.
It was a big day today, I had asked Marquis to hand Eric the letter the other day and he was supposed to reply today but I had a bad feeling. It was something I couldn't quite put my finger on.
I hoped that Eric was all right.
I sat up watching the faint rays of the sun enter my room, and ran my hand through my hair feeling the uneasiness grow.
The maid entered the room and helped me change yet, it was stupid because I wasn't going to meet Eric, at least not directly.
After a while, Marquis came to my room and I noticed the somber expression that he had.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
