LAVENDER

I felt like a fool…

Was I being used? Was I being tricked? How did she know? Was I that easy to read….?

My head stirred, I couldn't think straight, so much was happening, perhaps it was stress or anxiety, but all sleep I may have felt had long passed.

Walking around the manor, I always find my way back in front of her door, perhaps she was readying to run.

Preparing to leave so I wouldn’t kill her, and part of me hoped she was, if she was gone, far away, maybe I could spare her.

No, what are you thinking?

Quietly, I open her door and see her fast asleep in bed, her lemon-honey hair tangled in the sheets, she was sleeping so soundly less than an hour after she had been attacked.

Sighing, I roll my eyes and bring a stool up to her bedside, sitting down, placing my elbow on my knee and my chin in my palm, I couldn't help but stare.

What a strange woman, sleeping so sweetly doors away from her soon-to-be killer and with a manor filled with assassins.

Reaching over, I tangled my finger in one of her golden locks, they smelled sweet as tea.

Looking at her, I had never noticed how thin her wrists were. If a man had broken into here, I doubt she’d be able to fight back.

She was a small thing, lean with a thin figure, it was clear she didn’t eat a lot. I didn’t know if it was perhaps her preference or a diet, but she looked too thin.

It was strange, I sat in a room, watching her sleep, a lady who should be running away and not soundly sleeping away. What is wrong with me?

My thoughts broken when she mumbles and snorts, watching her turn over, a giggle leaves my lips, which I quickly cover.

This is no lady, not a proper one, but still, despite wanting her to live, I felt like I would be betraying everything I’ve worked for if I let her live now.

She was a mere lady I had known for less than two weeks, I couldn’t bend now.

But, I also couldn’t leave her be! What if another assassin came? She was just sleeping here, this girl, I don’t know what to do with her.