Chapter seven
Terrifying
Change
Ori
walked out of her room sleepily. Dania
was standing in the hall nervously. Ori
walked over to Dania who looked even more nervous when she saw Ori coming toward
her.
“Lady.”
She bowed slightly to Ori.
“What
time is it Dania?”
“It’s
half past the hour.” She replied
blankly. Ori frowned.
“And
what hour might that be?”
“Oh,
of course, it is half past one this afternoon.”
Ori walked to the dinning area and sat down at the table.
Dania followed close behind her.
“Have
I slept so long?” Dania nodded
and brought a tray with tea and it’s condiments over to the table.
“Was not my mother scheduled to return half past noon?”
“She
was Lady.” She replied
uncertainly. Ori looked at Dania a
bit worried.
“And
she has not returned.” Dania
looked down.
“No
Lady.” Ori stared at Dania
uncertainly. The sound of the back
door slamming caused us both to jump.
“DANIA!”
a young woman cried. Ori
looked over to the direction of the cry then back to Dania.
She scowled.
“Is
that not Miya?” She asked with
quiet anger. Dania nodded.
“DANIA!”
the voice cried again. Ori got up
and went for the kitchen.
“Lady
please! Please Lady let me handle
this!” Dania protested but Ori
did not pay attention. She felt
that something bad had happened. She
opened the door but froze in her tracks when she saw Miya badly beaten. She rushed to her side and Dania to Ori’s back.
“Miya…where
is my mother?” Miya looked up at
Ori with tears in her eyes.
“I
tried Madam…really I did…please Madam I tried.”
Tears came to Ori’s eyes.
“TELL
ME!” she yelled at the servant girl. “Where
is my mother.” She asked again.
“Dead…Madam.
Two men attacked us on the road back from the Duke’s manor.
They beat me and made me watch as they…”
She choked on her words tears flowing more and more.
“I loved your mother…they killed her…” she kept repeating the
last three words. Ori stood up
looking down.
“I
do not blame you Miya.” She said
softly then ran out of the house. She
started down the road to the Duke’s manor.
Her eyes had dried up from the wind blowing in her face. She ran as fast
as she could but fell when she tripped on her dress.
She tore off as much as she could to be able to run and move freely then
started off again. She had run for
ten minutes when she heard a noise in front of her.
She slowed and hid behind a tree. She
saw two men standing around drinking something from a bottle laughing drunkenly.
One man stepped over to the right just enough for Ori to see a woman’s
body on the ground, her mothers. Tears
formed in her eyes again, angry tears. Ori
started to move but stopped when she heard the men talking.
“I
hope the Lady will pay us good for this. She’s
an evil one.” One man said.
“Yeah
when she wants something she’ll kill anyone wont she?”
The other replied.
“Why
did she want the baron’s wife killed again?”
“Competition.
The baron’s whore for a daughter was moving in on the duke’s son.”
“She
claimed the duke’s son?”
“Yeah.
Says he’s warming up to her ‘an this will make as a warning to the
baron’s whore.”
“oh.”
Ori shook with anger and clinched her fists tightly.
She ran toward the men enraged. They
both realized she was coming and smiled wickedly.
“Here comes the whore now.”
Ori
threw a fist toward the man closest to her but he blocked it then grabbed her.
He twisted her arm behind her and made her face the other man.
He walked toward them.
“Hey
you look familiar.” He ran a hand down her cheek lightly then grabbed her
chin. Ori made her face as blank as
she could. “We didn’t get to
finish that night at the creek. Maybe
we should now.” He looked down at
her torn dress and touched the waist of it.
“Looks like you were expecting us.”
He smiled wickedly which in reply Ori smiled back.
“Of
course I was expecting you.” She
filled her smile with her best seductive manor.
The man wasn’t sure if she was playing or being serious.
The man behind her lightened his grip just a bit which was enough to give
Ori some room. She pushed hard off
of the man in front of her that knocked him down and fell backwards on top of
the man behind her. She used the
fact that they were drunk to her advantage.
She rolled on top of the man on the ground, straddling him and smiled.
She cried out and dropped the man. He put a hand to his throat and looked at her terrified. She hadn’t cut to deep. She looked disgusted as the two men looked at her in fear then ran off. She stood there unbelieving that she had just done that. She started to cry hysterically and fell to the ground. She crawled to her mother still crying. She looked at her mother then dried her tears and picked her up. She started back toward the house. She softly said, “I love you mummy.”
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