Day 4

I missed the time to write in my journal. Lady Fiona had a horrible fever and I had to help care for her. Even right now she is still ill and confined to her room.

“She usually falls ill around this time of year.” Lord Wakeshaw told me. “There’s still so much I didn’t tell you.”

I frowned at him and massaged my temples. He followed me as picked up a tray to carry food up to Fiona’s room. She still needed to eat to help regain her health.

When we entered the room, Fiona sat up against the pillows, pale from her illness. She made a pained noise as she looked at us.

“I hate everything!” she snapped before a fit of coughs shook her slender frame. Unfortunately I had the misfortune of meeting her other personality, by the name of Nia. Nia is frail and sickly, but she’s a cranky…well I hate to use this word…bitch.

“I’m dying of hunger.” Nia snapped.

Lord Wakeshaw put his palm on his sister’s forehead.

“I’m happy your fever is gone.”

“I want to eat. And I’m cranky. Go away.”

I took the tray over to her bed and put it over her lap.

She picked up the spoon and began to eat while going at the both of us.

“Get out! I don’t need you watching me while I am eating!”

So we left her in silence. Hannah called out to Nathaniel so he left me to go and tend to tend to her. I returned to my quarters and stared at the bloodstained journal.  I decided contacting Heaven would be a good idea.

I leaned back on my chair. I lowered my arm and a white feather dropped into my hand.

I lifted the feather to my face and touched it to my lips, speaking a few sacred words.