Monitoring

Erlyn's eyelids woke up after several hours of sleep. She felt exhausted, as if she had done something very strenuous before she fell asleep. Her head felt dizzy, she rubbed her eyes and felt the morning sunlight streaming in through the open window.

Erlyn had no memory of what happened to her now, and what she had been through last night. What about Young Master? What happened to him? Is he gone now?

That was what was on Erlyn's mind right now, she was thinking about the kitchen, and dinner. She quickly raised her body and sat down for a moment. Thinking hard to remember what she had done?

"Young Master. Where is he?" she monologued, dropping her feet to the floor and standing up. She walked towards the mirror. This room was different from Marteen's or Dantley's. Dantley deliberately distinguished their rooms so that Erlyn would not feel threatened when she woke up and regained consciousness. Because every night or perhaps every time Dantley missed Erlyn, that was when the spel