CHAPTER TWO
Huff huff huff. Run. Run. Run fast.
“You! You can’t escape from me.”, a man’s voice creepily
echoed, and for some reason, it gave off a pressure to effortlessly one’s body
to shudder.
It is so dark, so dark. A very dark long road. Keeping
the pace of my breath as I run, I don’t have any idea who am I running from or
where am I going to. All that registering to my mind is I need to run, run as
fast as I can. This is so scary. I’m scared. “Please. Mom! Mom! Someone! Please
save me.” Huf huf. Tears started to fall from my eyes. I cried. Cried and
shouting, “Someone please save me.”
“Lady Beatrice, wake up.”, Marielle said with shaky voice
towards to her Lady, who still sleeping with cold sweats all over her face. She
thought that the Lady seems to be having a bad dream. “Lady Beatrice.”, as
she called again.
****-------****
It
is already 3:00 in the afternoon and Marielle is presently in the kitchen to
pick up the snacks and to brew tea for her lady. Lady Beatrice should be
attending the tea party of Lady Rosalla this afternoon, but due to health
conditions, she ordered her to send a letter of apology, which she did, after
guiding her lady back to her room. Bewilderedly, she doesn’t still understand
why the lady refused her request to call a physician. With all honesty, she is
actually having a hard time to comprehend the strange behavior of Lady Beatrice
manifested just this morning.
As
her usual morning routine and ordered by her Lady, she went to prepare the
bath. It is well known in the estate that Lady Beatrice cherished her bath time
so preparing it should be thoroughly and properly done or else... Marielle
involuntary gulped just the mere thought of no-good things will happen if you
dissatisfied her.
Before
she was designated by Sir Nico, the butler of the Marquess Croix’s estate, many
warnings and scary stories reached to her. The recent story was the former maid
that she replaced a week ago. The poor maid was harshly fired by the order of
none other than Lady Beatrice. On the day of the incident, it appeared that there
are no available stocks left for the Lady’s favorite lavender oil for her bath
due to the last drought happened in the west.
The
drought in the west massively affected the trading industry of the entire Aland
dukedom. The Aland Dukedom is known in its rich agriculture and
mining; however, flower fields are not one of its focus areas.
Afraid
of informing the Lady, the former maid decided to put citrus oils in the Lady’s
bath, which the latter noticed it immediately as she goes in the bathtub. The hot
brewed tea beside the bathtub was thrown to the maid by angry Lady Beatrice
that scarred the left arm of the maid, and the story didn’t just stop there as Marielle
also learned that that the unfortunate maid had nails scratches on the face, neck,
and arms which obviously incurred by her lady’s wrath. It is also become her
great reminder to always carefully double check the needs of her lady are
always ready and available.
After
everything is set properly, she went back straight to the Lady’s room.
Knock. Knock.
“Lady Beatrice. It is your maid, Marielle.”, as she called behind the doors.
“…”
“Why there is no answer? Did she sleep again?”, Marielle talked to herself.
“My Lady?”,
she called again.
With
a long silence, Lady Beatrice finally replied, “Come in.”
Marielle
gently opened the door and stepped inside the room. Lowering her head, she informed
Lady Beatrice, “My Lady, your bath is ready.”
“Ah yes, thank you.”
“Thank you? Did she hear it right? Lady Beatrice did thank
her?”, Marielle
would like to lift her head and peek her lady’s face, but scared to do it, she
remained herself looking down as her normal way to the lady.
Lady
Beatrice, then, stood up and act to step out the room. As Marielle ready to
follow, her lady stopped and a few moments, turned back to her.
“Marielle, go ahead first and I will follow you from behind.”
“Lady?”,
bewilderingly replied by Marielle.
“Do I have to repeat myself?”
“I humbly apologized, my Lady. Yes, I will go ahead
first.”, she
quickly replied.
Marielle
did her Lady’s order. She went ahead, but curiosity mixed with perplexity was
thrumming beneath her skin.
****-------****
With
relief, Lady Beatrice took her bath silently. Marielle strangely seems to
notice that her lady looked thinking deeply while sitting down embracing both knees,
curled up in the bathtub. Her dark sky-blue eyes really appeared mystic.
After
the bath, Marielle help in dressing up Lady Beatrice.
“Marielle.”
“Yes, My Lady?”, Marielle was shocked by the sudden call of her name,
but able to calm herself to respond.
“What are my schedules today?”
“Today, My Lady, you were invited by Lady Isabelle
Rosalla for a tea party this afternoon.”
“I don’t feel
well. Send a letter of apology that I would not be able to attend to her tea
party.”
“You don’t feel well, My Lady?” Marielle stepped back and lowered
her head once again. “I am sorry to not notice it immediately. I will call
the physician right away. I’ll guide you to your room first, My Lady.”
“No, no.”,
Lady Beatrice shook her hand and stopped her while replying.
Surprised
by the respond and unusual hand gesture of the Lady, Marielle once again
confused, “My Lady?”
“I mean, no need to call the physician and don’t let
anyone knows about it. All I need is some rest. Ehem. Please don’t make me
repeat myself.”, answered
in low tone.
Marielle
flinched. “Yes, My Lady as you said.”
“Let’s go back to my room.”
“Yes, My Lady.”
****-------****
After
returning from the bathroom, “Marielle before you leave, give me some pen
and paper.”
“Yes,
My Lady”.
With
the pen and paper on the table, Marielle, then, left Roanne alone lying in her
bed as she pretended that she is feeling under the weather today.
Confirmedly
that Marielle already gone in the room, she immediately jumped out from the bed.
She just hoped that the maid, Marielle,
did not find her indifferently. She tried to look compose and calm, but her
blood inside was vibratingly echoing of worries while conferring to Marielle
earlier. “I think I am going crazy,” as she mumbled while biting her
right thumb. Unconsciously, she was walking back and forth, circling her room.
“How this happened? All I remembered that I was lying on
the verge of death. I was stabbed by a crazy man. Now, the romance novel that I
purchased that night, its villainess, Beatrice Delavine Croix, became who I am
today. What should I do? I haven’t completely read the novel. I only know that
what awaits to the villainess Beatrice was a cruel death. I only knew the gist of the story, ONLY the
summary and the marketing ads of the book.”
Through
the pen and paper given by Marielle, she started to write what was she only
knew about the story.
The villainess, Beatrice Delavine Croix, daughter of
Marquess Croix, is the top candidate to be engaged to the Duke Aland’s heir,
Zeke Audric Aland. She and Zeke were childhood friends that later on, she fell
in love with him. Knowingly a spoiled woman, Beatrice tried everything at her
hands to get the affection of Zeke which the latter finds annoyingly. She
followed everywhere the young heir and when she found him, she clings to him
like a leech.
The heroine of the novel, Canaria de Brishen,
illegitimate daughter of Count Brishen, caught the attention of the young heir,
Zeke, that caused the wrath and hatred of villainess Beatrice towards to heroine
Canaria.
Villainess Beatrice bullied and planned wicked schemes
to heroine Canaria. As a result of her evil doings to the heroine, it leads the
ruins of the Marquess family and her cruel death.
As
Roanne tried to crack the brain of the body that she already obtained, flashes
of memories came to her. The memories of real Beatrice Delavine Croix started
to come in.
…
as it likely became part of her own memories. Is this what they called
reincarnation?
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