Hearing Voices

A soft tap at the door woke me sometime later from dreams of an endless darkness that seemed to circle around me, bringing me back to reality.

My blurry mind took some time to focus and I found myself looking at a large, blank wall. I tilted my head slightly, feeling the softness of the pillow against my face and hearing the crumple of the sheets as my body instinctively stretched my aching muscles.

I was lying in a large, four-poster bed, the walls bare, and boring. No form of artwork or any kind of decoration was hanging from them. Realisation struck me. I was in my bed.

Tynan had assigned me a room straight after the bonding ceremony. I had been gracious and accepting, but in the back of my mind, was always that wariness. I knew there must have been a reason for him to keep me in this particular room. It was on one of the top most floors and generally when I woke and went down to eat I wouldn’t see anyone until I made it to the kitchen.

I glanced a