The nameless restlessness of the day had turned into something different now that the day was done, but he was still far from anything resembling comforted. The burst of relief that had come when the word reached him that Conrad had returned had vanished under anger at the unease that had kept him from joining those that had rushed to greet the ( Read more... )

[Day 14, 5:34pm]

After my encounter with the Shinou early in the morning, it is my first impulse to leave the castle, but not as he had suggested. I had thought instead to chase after Greta as I had originally intended. However, I somehow find myself lingering in random places, telling myself that I am waiting for a chance to sneak into Yuuri's ( Read more... )

[Day 14, 7:07 am]

Ansgar is still asleep, but I am unable to remain so, though I can tell it is once again far earlier than I would wish to be awake. However, Ansgar's breathing is not the same as Yuuri's, and I find that I cannot become comfortable in my place on the floor while listening to the sound ( Read more... )

[Day 13, 5:07 am]

Yuuri walked out. The wimp is always fleeing confrontation, so it isn't much of a surprise that he up and left. His whispered words hang in the air, even once I can hear the faint murmur of the guards outside the door, punctuated by the quiet, sad sound of his voice ( Read more... )

[Day 13, 4:36 am]When my eyes open, the room is dark. For a minute, everything seems somehow wrong. Yuuri stirs beside me, murmuring something in his sleep and burrowing further into the blankets. Pushing myself up into a sitting position, I move somewhat quicker than I had expected, compensating for some absent weight that I had instinctively ( Read more... )

Day 11, 8:12 am (Includes Day 10 timeline)

She wakes slowly, nestled deep in warm blankets and clutching a soft pillow against her chest. It was, to be sure, far more pleasant than the way she'd woken the previous morning, and she snuggles deeper into the big, comfortable bed. One hand loosens from the pillow and she reaches out toward the other ( Read more... )

~3:15 PM

Alone in the room now that Yozak has left, she struggles to drag a chair up next to the bed that Yuuri rests in. Red-faced and panting she finally succeeds. She's about to drop into the chair, when she glances down and notices that the dress she wears is rumpled and still stiff with dried blood at the collar. The roughness has chafed ( Read more... )

Left alone with Greta, she has nothing to do but think.

( Even memories of just a part of the day are enough to make her tired. )

Once Yuuri has gone to fetch something for brunch, I hurry around a corner. There's a narrow set of stairs for use by the servants nearby, and using that I can get to the library and back before Yuuri returns with the food ( Read more... )

I should have looked for shoes before leaving. Back in the halls, the floor is almost cold under my feet, a startling contrast to the bright warmth of the armory.

The trip to Shibuya-san's room had at least had the benefit of giving me something to wear. Though, if one more person leers at me, I may be forced to make use of one of the small ( Read more... )