The sunlight streamed in through the oak-framed window, its pattern cast by the muntins crawling over the plush carpet of the large room. Gradually, it made its way up to the large bed, catching in the deep blue of the lapis lazuli paint and gleaming off the wall. The silk sheets had been kicked away by young feet, revealing the culprit sprawled on the bed. Her young body was nestled between three plush pillows, while the rest lay hidden under blankets and silk.
Her peaceful breaths were the only sound in the room, rhythmic and gentle. Each calm exhale caused her chest to rise and fall steadily, maintaining a tranquil rhythm. Slowly, the sunlight reached her body, rising up to her eyes and shining off her black hair. It took a moment for the bright light to disturb her peace. With a small breath, she turned her head away from the sun. She groaned and blinked open her eyes.
Seated there, on the comfortable bed still warm from her natural heat, she blinked the last remnants of sleep from her eyes, a yawn causing tears to form in her purple eyes. With a small hand, she wiped them away, rubbing her face slowly as she came to terms with waking up. Pulling her hand away, she noticed the sun had risen to meet her. “What time is it?” she muttered to herself. It took a few more blinks before realization dawned.
“I’m late.” she jumped at the realization, quickly planting her feet on the carpet. It sank into the plush rug and gently held her feet from her own weight. She made it two more steps before her mind caught up to her body. “Oh…” she stood there, her nightgown fluttering from her sharp movements, now falling down peacefully. “I'm done.” she turned to the tea table, the bare oak wood table stained by a dark polish clearly visible.
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Her assignment had been turned in, to a point, she no longer had to go to school. “I’ve… nothing to do.” she understood, but… “what do I do?” It was an odd question. Madam Pelman said she would keep her in the loop, but what did she owe the young girl? “Nothing.” the word escaped her lips before she was able to think. The whisper chilling her in the warm light of the sun.
She wasn't even sure if she was successful or not. Did she win over the blade or was she down one with two left? “That’s it.” she breathed a sigh of relief, “The other two!” she smiled as she started walking to the door, stopping only when she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror.
She stopped, staring at the reflection smiling back at her. She slowly frowned as her head became light in her confusion. As quickly as she came to her senses she shook her head. “No, no. I'm not happy. I need to do this.” she told her reflection, nodding at the words bouncing back at her. “Yes, she fell into agreement, that's right. I need to win over all three of them. Right now the sword is done, so I need to focus on the other two.”
She turned, starting to walk back and forth between the mirror and the vanity table. “So it's just the spear and the feather. The spear was still out, so what could I do to earn the trust of the feather.” she stopped mid-turn, her untamed hair fluttering behind her. “Is he still in town?” She stayed there for a moment. “Information… I need information,” she whispered, her eyes wandering in her thoughts. “Okay, so Mathus.” She turned to the door and stopped only when she had a hand on the handle. “Where…” her eyes fell down, looking at her night dress. Her head snapped to the window, seeing the sun for the first time. Her heart sank and her eyes went wide.
“Something’s wrong.” she turned around and threw the door open, sprinting outside in desperation, a chill following her as she left the light of the sun.