Bewildered

I stood inscrutable in the hallway as the man who had just robbed me of my pride walked away. Humiliated to every degree, I profaned in every profanity known to mankind and stomped my way to the servant's room not regarding the stares I had gotten on my way there. Immediately throwing his bloody coat to the floor I buried my face in my pillow.

By the time Meghan had sought out to find me I was sitting by the window again now deliberating on how to get the blood of two men on my hands.

"Ridding yourself of duty is very much punishable Circe even if this is just a pantomime try your best to make it look real as a matter of fact you need to get your arm tattooed," she said as she burst into the room not even bothering to knock showing her discontentment.

"I am sorry, I should have reported to you immediately when it happened, but I ripped my dress and you had not marked on the map where I would find the tailor" I said genuinely.