Several minutes have transcurred, but nobody has come yet, and it doesn't seem like anybody will anytime soon.
I am still having difficulties to move, due to my muscles fatigue and my ankle's injury, so I will leave standing up for later...
I'm hungry. My stomach growls expecting any quantity or type of food to arrive, as soon as possible. But there is no guarantee that the guards will be willing to provide me a decent meal, even if was screaming for it.
My headache is now almost gone, and my body soreness is now a little bit recovered. But my ankle's still giving me a harsh time.
As minutes flow, my curiosity and need for information drive to a inspectious mode, in which I start to look and analyze my own body seeking for anything that could entertain me in the meantime of my awaiting.
My hand and feet's nails are really untaken cared of. They are all a dirty and overall, gross. Well trimmed.
The skin of my arms and legs is dirty, it has scratches all over it, not like an animal did it, but more like it got badly affected by various pointy things.
I have a thin line irritation around my neck which goes all the way around it. It doesn't hurt but if I touch it I feel a litle burning sensation.
My hair is well done, with some leaves in jt but, it looks surprisingly well taken cared of. It smells like rain.
The white dress has some leaves on it too, but they are much compared to its beauty, which is stunning.
My freezing feet only makes this experience more difficult, beacuse the coldness of my legs
This is going to be a long trip into hope to find clues about me, where I am from, and this confinement in which I have been a prisoner so far.
"At this rate I will die of starvation!" I said, hoping for the guards to give something to eat
I listen to what they tell me about the past of myself. I am a royal, daughter of a rich and prestigious Comercials Linage.
One night, I escaped of my bedroom at midnight. Nevertheless my destination is pure oblivion.
"Dinner's coming." Somebody said suddenly.
The door was opening yet again, letting a warm and brighter light enter to the room. Two guards are going in, one is porting a candle and a grey blanket, and the other is holding a plate with what looks like meat and smashed potatoes.
The first one colocates the candle 2 meters to my right, on the floor, and hands me the blanket. The second puts the plate on the floor in front of me, and hands me the utensils.
"The madam's ordered us to provide you of this. I'm sorry lady Renesse, I know that it isn't the best in here, but after what you did yesterday, this is the best you can get. You can call us anytime if you need anything. We'are here to serve you." Said the first guard.
"Yeah, just say our names and we will be here in an instant. " Said the second with a smile on his face.
"..." I maintained my mouth shout, listening confused to them.
Madam? Was the old woman some kind of noble? Are we in her castle or mansion? Why did he call me lady? Am I also a noble?
Are we perhaps related? And why did I do yesterday? Did something happen yesterday that made me unable to remember anything? Is that the reason of my ankle injury? There are a lot of unknowns and the more I hear the more confused I am.
...
I've spent quite a while talking to this two guards, from which I know now, among many other things, their names.
The candle one's name is Thomas, and the plate one's is Gerard. They serve undetime passes by, I start to feel tired, and my eyes are closing on their own. I can feel my consciousness leave my body as I start to fall asleep...
The sunlight breaks through the big wide open window. I can hear birds chirping outside.
I am over something soft, maleable, almost as comfortable as being hugged by an army of tiny and playful puppies.
I am covered in thick and warm well made blanket, also, soft as spring and planes.