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The birds can be heard outside the house. I shift comfortably in bed. I try to cover my eyes with my arm when I see that an annoying light is getting in the way. I turn around looking for Iskander's body but I open my eyes when I notice that his side was empty and cold. I frown in confusion. Not seeing him, I look at his table that said seven thirty in the morning. I sit on the bed and try to comb my hair, which was scattered all over my face. I take my bathrobe and walk out of the room. I go to his office where the house was not. It was quiet so I went downstairs and when I didn't see anyone on the way to the kitchen, they weren't there either.

-What are you doing here - a voice behind me sounds, I turn around, scared when I recognize it, I look surprised to see Byron, Iskander's father, looking at me with fury as if I were a scum - you must be in the dungeons where your place is!

I look around the house which had a medieval air. I look at my outfit and I no longer have my bathrobe