No one wanted to sleep alone in their own quarters. Earlier, all of the girls just started entering my room with their own pillows and blankets, and then they looked for their own spot on my dense room. Agnes and Fatma were on the floor, while Abigail and Edith were on the bed with me.
There was not enough room on the bed, so I only half laid with pillows on my back. Each of the girls were now looking for a comfortable sleeping position.
I woke up in the middle of the garth. My body was laying on the earth, and on it were pebbles and stones that were scraping my back. I slowly made myself upright, and then I noticed that I had nothing but my thin sleeping dress. The winter was fast approaching, but the cold of the night was not bothering my body. In fact, I felt warm. My feet unhurriedly lead me inside, even though they were wobbly. I used the walls as a guide to stay balanced, I will be in damned if someone saw me now, thus, I turned to the direction of the stairs, in haste.
The sun had finally set, and it enveloped everything around us in a blanket of darkness. But our path was clear in sight for it was lit by the moon. It was alone tonight, but it was enough to décor the night sky. Its facet was beguiling that you would not think of it as a mere cold orb of craters and dust up close. The moon was similar in a way to Felix. At first glance, you would see how every features of his face were perfect altogether. But as you watched him for a long period of time, you would know that he was nothing but a jagged rock.
“Here.” Michael handed me his letters for Hana. They were five in total, and I hid all to the pocket I sewn on the back of my winter cloak. It was purposely for their letters. “Are you writing for her every day?” “I just want her to know that I am still here.”
On my mind, I was playing the scene yesterday, ignoring the reverberating invocation. “I have a match. With Gabriel.” Felix answered me.
According to John, the knights were accustomed with man-to-man combat, and it meant that it was normal for them to see someone striking, grappling, throwing, and even slashing until bled, one of them. It had always been like that for years, it was a piece of their culture, and it had birth them their egos. Their society shaped them on how to think about something, and how to act towards something. We have to think like this and we have to act like that, because we are knights, it was generally their expectations of themselves, their own definition of masculinity and maleness, and they were oblivious of it.
If they will not listen to me, they will listen to someone who has power, I thought before I let myself in the Chapter-house. There were three people inside the room, and it included Mother Renata, and two of her most trusted council sisters. It seemed that they were in a middle of an important discussion, for both of the council sisters eyed me like I was a horror in plain sight. But, unlike them, Mother Renata was ever calmed.
The floor of the room squeaked as the damp rag drift on it like a raging stream. Every move was followed by a grunting sound, it sounded faint from probably exhaustion, but the swift of the cloth never faltered. “You missed a spot.” Abigail said. She was sat on a cushioned chair, and both of her feet were resting on a wooden crate. She even had a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice on her lap. She was enjoying her wish.
The night came, and I did not meet Felix. The girls and I stayed in the common room after dinner, and we had the whole area to ourselves. Abigail was on the corner, in front of an uncovered window. She was singing a song, and all of us was blithely watching her. Her voice was almost similar to the voices under the nightingales’ tree. She was unmoving and her hands were altogether while her emotion was picturing the lyrics i