>>6041769“Now, Lorina come inside. We must again talk about your future.”
What comes out of your mouth isn’t a word, isn’t even a scream. It’s a sound so strangled and beaten you hesitate to even describe it, but it is two things most definite. Loud and directed at your parents. Your father who commanded whatever this- this <span class="mu-s">Bullshit</span> is and at your mother who silently nodded along the whole time. The last thing you hear from them is “Lorina wait- as you rush down the hallway and towards your room.
At the very least the servants brought your bags back.
You don’t know how long you spend on your bed. You’re not even sure what you’re doing, thrashing or crying? You aren’t sure it even matters. Goddessdammit, why does everything go so wrong? Why are you so cursed?! Sturmfahrerin doesn’t respond to your woes as you shout at her. But another does.
“What is your plan of action, commander?”
You do not jump from shock as the peculiar maid from before speaks from the center of your room, her hands in front of her. You didn’t even hear her enter. “W-wah?” You eloquently reply.
“I repeat. What is your plan of action, commander?”
“W-who are you?”
“I am the daughter of Lord Beneger and have been transferred to your employment as a peace offering. Now, what are you going to do?”
“I- I don’t know? Sleep, I guess. There’s nothing else I can do.”
“Understood, are you sure?”
“What do you mean?”
“I will assist you in whatever you feel you must do. I am under your command.”
“I- I need to-
>Just go to sleep>Get out of here>[Write-in] 