WAS SHE A WITCH?
"Miss Moore?"
Ruth stood stunned at her place. Her body was as stiff as rock. Her heart pounded loudly in fear. She did not mean to kill that duck, but it just... happened.
And to add her guilt now stood a familiar face, witnessing her cruelty. She was a monster!
"H-Henry?" She dared to say his name.
The young man looked like he had seen a ghost. Now that Ruth had moved in the servants quarters, their meetings had become sparse except occasional smiles when they crossed their paths in 'the great manor'.
Henry was unloading the things he was told to bring from the market when he noticed, Ruth, sitting alone in a corner. After he was done with his work, he thought of sharing a word or two with her.
But what he saw was something he had never expected in his lifetime. The woman he knew- his Luna- looked like a cruel person when she strangled the poor bird to death. He tried telling his mind that there must be some logical reason behind her actions.