About To Be Killed

Luna's Pov

I opened my eyes with a start. My head felt light but not in a bad way. As a matter of fact, I felt more light than I had in a couple of days? Months? Felt more like an eternity.

I smiled as I stretched sluggishly, glad to be alive. Looking outside the window, I could see the sun beginning to set. Everything was perfect, or was it? I frowned as some noise punctured my quiet. Looking around, I realized that this was not my room. I frowned as I tried to recall how I had ended up here which proved quite a herculean task. I could recall seeing Indrik as he fiddled with my ropes. "Indrik!" I sighed contentedly, my heart growing warm at the memory. I recalled seeing the outside again and feeling so glad to be free. I recalled...wait a minute!

I lifted the sheets that were tightly wound around my body (which must have been from when I was turning in my sleep) and nearly shrieked. I was pretty certain this was not the dress I had been wearing, and I looked clean for someone who was just out of a dungeon too. And, my mouth would have fell off if it wasn't so tightly secured in place. I wasn't wearing.... "Indrik!" I shrieked, my voice loud enough to bring down the room on my head. My head felt like it would explode as I recalled flashes, flashes that made me grow red with rage and humiliation.

"Mmm!" My head turned to the side as the sheets beside me began to rustle. Peeling back the sheets, Indrik sat up, rubbing his sore eyes groggily. I had to hold myself back from slapping him into full consciousness.

"Where am I?" I growled, glaring at him like a wolf (the full one) would glare at a lamb that had evaded him for far too long.

"What?" He muttered, his sleep engendered sluggishness serving to further anger me but there wasn't much I could do other than steam beside him and wait for him to awaken. Beside him! My eyes widened as I scurried out of bed and turned to face him. "What did you say?" He repeated, his eyes fixed on me. Was that my face or my... Oh my! I clasped my hands over my chest, certain my entire body had now turned red. I knew it was ridiculous, especially because this dress felt thick enough to shield me but I couldn't help it.

"Don't look!" I bellowed when he continued to watch me with a puzzled expression.

His brows furrowed before realization set in and he turned an even darker shade as he turned away.

My eyes darted around the room before falling on the blue sheets I had just crawled out from. In a swift leap, I reached the bed and yanked it away, nearly sending him sprawling as I pulled the part that he sat on and hurriedly wrapped it around me. It took a couple of deep controlled breaths but finally, I was ready to speak again. "You can turn around now."

He turned around and took in my attire with a puzzled frown before looking into my eyes as though to say, 'Alrighttt! You successfully managed the spooky look. Now, what is it that has got your pants in a twist?' This got me blushing again but I hurriedly masked it with a scowl. Looking around, from the small table which housed a bottle of fragrance, a small round rock which I always thought was too childish for an adult male to keep around, among some other miscellaneous to the laundry which still sat poignantly before the bathroom door, laundry which included mine, shoes which had one pair settled on the rack just beside the door and the other pair scattered in ridiculous places like, the foot of the bed, the head of the bed, inside his wardrobe. I shut my eyes and inhaled deeply, willing myself to stop thinking about it. Yeah, this was his room for sure.

"What is going on Luna?" He asked with a bored look which he complemented with a wide yawn.

"What is going on?" I repeated slowly. I thought about running over to him and bashing him in the face. What is going on you say? Who was the person that stripped me? Who bathed me and dressed me up without thinking to help me with an underwear. Who thought that my room was such a bad idea that they had to fix me up in your bed, with you? That and many more were the thoughts that ran in my mind but thankfully, I did not voice them because they would only have gotten me into more trouble.

Instead, I replied in a calm voice, "who changed my dress?" If I had any doubt, any lingering hope that I could yet salvage my dying honour, it was all squashed as Indrik turned a darker shade of crimson and rubbed the back of his head like it had suddenly developed a huge itch.

"Oh, that!" He started, his hand starting to go faster. "I tried to get someone to do it but..."

"But what?" My voice was frighteningly calm.

"I couldn't. I had to do it." The world came to a pause around me as I felt it begin to crumble. My dignity, my respect, my... My arms wrapped around me subconsciously. "Hey, I didn't look, I promise." He said defensively but that only served to make it worse.

"You undressed me! Bathed me! Dressed me again!" I sounded the words out, hoping that it would turn out to be a misdelivery. It didn't.

"I had no choice, okay? You were filthy and...well, filthy." He tweaked his nose for emphasis. "It was either that or you getting left outside for the homing pigeons to pick you clean. But, I guess you would have preferred that?" He arched his brows. "Right!"

My fists clenched as I glared at him. Nobody get in the way. A master is about to be killed.