The Silver Dragon

HAZEL -

I've run out of a certain yarn." Mrs. Agnelli discloses in disappointment as she continues rummaging through her dresser drawers.

"I wasn't aware how nice the shade would look otherwise I would have bought extras!"

It was made apparent to me a few days ago, that not only was Mrs. Agnelli an excellent cook but also possessed exceptional skills with sewing, knitting, and crocheting.

At present, I was reclining on her bed while digging into a bowl of fruit salad with a peaceful Charlie. Haruki the cat serenely purred at my folded legs. I was awaiting Mrs. Agenlli to show me how to embroider, an art I developed a newfound interest in while my stay here.

A week had gone past, and it was yet again Sunday. I didn't think I'd last more than a week at the Nikolay manor. Truthfully, I had consequently expected to be dead by now and reported for missing. Since last Sunday when Rachael had revealed to the dastard my departure in three. , I had fortunately been allowed some reprieve.

But t