Chapter four: It's an auspicious day

Aurora's POV

I knew the significance of this day. It was an auspicious day, when maidens like me, purchased and brought to their masters' estates, would begin serving them in every way. They would become their mistresses, and perhaps, if they pleased their masters, they might even become their wives.

The thought sent a wave of anxiety through me. I’d always hoped my fate would be different. I wanted to remain pure for my future partner, not become some rich man's plaything. And yet, here I was, facing a reality I couldn't escape.

"Please, can you change this into something more decent?" I asked, trying to reason with the maids.

But before they could respond, a middle-aged woman entered the room. Her expression was stern, and her voice firm.

"That is what you will wear," she said, her tone brooking no argument. "We’ve no authority to change it. You’ll do as you're told and wear what Lord Logan has chosen for you."

I felt a surge of resentment, but I knew better than to defy her. I was trapped, with no escape from the fate that had been decided for me.

Why would Lord Logan choose such a revealing gown for me? Did he truly intend for me to wear this to dinner? The thought sent a shiver down my spine. I felt like a pawn in his game, a mere object for his amusement.

Was this his way of asserting his control over me? Or was there something more sinister at play? I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being prepared for something, but I had no idea what.

The middle aged woman's words echoed in my mind: "You'll do as you're told and wear what Lord Logan has chosen for you." I felt a surge of resentment, but I knew I’d no choice. I was at Lord Logan's mercy, and I could only hope that he wouldn't push me too far.

Once I was dressed in the revealing gown, the maids led me to another room that was even more opulent and spacious than the one I’d been in earlier. The room was lavishly decorated with intricate furnishings, expensive artwork, and sparkling chandeliers.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer grandeur of the room. But my wonder was short-lived, as I soon realized that this must be where Lord Logan wanted me to wait for him.

The maids positioned me in front of a large mirror, and I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection. I barely recognized the person staring back at me. The gown was even more revealing than I’d thought, and I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me.

One of the maids stepped forward and began to style my hair, while the other applied a light dusting of makeup to my face. I felt like a doll being prepared for display, and I couldn't help but wonder what Lord Logan had planned for me.

The maids finished their task and departed, closing the door softly behind them. I was left alone in the grand room, surrounded by opulence and luxury. But despite the lavish surroundings, I couldn't shake off the exhaustion that had been building up inside me.

I was exhausted and want to rest but I couldn't, I stood up and walked towards the door, I twisted the door knob and to my surprise it wasn't locked. "This is my chance to escape" I whispered to myself as I quietly walked out of the room and closed the door.

Turning around to walk away I saw several bodyguards standing outside the door staring at me. "Let me go I said" They didn't reply me and just grabbed me then threw me back into the room locking the door from outside. I banged on the door for hours till I was exhausted but no one answered.

Tired and exhausted I walked back to the bed and waited for what felt like an eternity, my eyes fixed on the door, expecting Lord Logan to arrive at any moment. But as the minutes ticked by, my eyelids became heavy and began to droop, and I found myself succumbing to the fatigue.

I lay down on the edge of the bed, my body weak and tired. I didn't have the strength to wait any longer, or struggle to go out afterall no one is coming to my aid and before I knew it, I drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the silence and darkness of the room.

A faint noise in the room jolted me awake. As I struggled to regain my bearings, I realized that the room was now shrouded in darkness. The soft glow that had illuminated the space before I fell asleep had vanished, plunging me into an inky blackness.

My heart racing, I sensed a presence in the room. The air seemed to vibrate with an unseen energy, and I could feel eyes upon me. A shadowy figure began to move towards me, its presence making my skin crawl.

Fear gripping my throat, I scrambled backward, desperate to escape the advancing figure by all means possible. But my retreat was short lived, as I soon found myself cornered at the far end of the bed. The shadow loomed closer, its darkness suffocating me, and I froze, paralyzed with terror.