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"Young Master, are you alright? You look rather pale."
She spoke, in the same cold, distant voice. It's eerie how nothing changed, it was as if the insults had never been thrown at him. It was as if it didn't matter how much it hurt him, he would return to this point in time and place again.
Lloyd looks at her, he wanted to speak, but he stopped.
It's not like he can tell her, what can he say to her anyway? That her father will insult him? How bitter this engagement feels? How he knows that she has no shred of interest in him but is obviously in tune with his lowly servant?
He wanted to speak, but there's too much to say, his voice is stuck at the back of his throat, he feels unwell.
"I.. I am not feeling well, I might skip dinner tonight."
Lloyd speaks without thinking. He quickly stands up, leaving that place once more.
Lloyd can hear the faint noise of worry, but it feels shallow, it feels like a useless exchange just for politeness.
His knees feel weak, he really hated that dinner, he swayed as he made his way back to his room
Fuck..
He tries to open his door, but it feels too heavy, his hands feel too slippery.
Why can't he do anything right?
Fuck
He can't even escape the manor properly, all he needs to do is walk, but he always ends up here somehow.
Tears of frustration threaten to fall when a hand suddenly help him pull on the door.
"FUck!"
Lloyd reflectively tries to step back, but he slips, another hand manages to catch him, breaking him from his fall.
"Are you alright, Young Master?"
Fuck... he really hated this guy.
"What are you doing here?"
Lloyd quickly gets out of his grasp and finds his own balance.
"My job is to watch over you, Young Master, especially when you are clearly unwell."
"Yeah, sure!"
Lloyd answered mockingly.
"I bet you would rather spend your time ogling over that Namaran chick!"
"That's not an appropriate way to refer-"
"OH! SHUT UP!"
Lloyd really hated his voice, he couldn't stand it any longer.
"Just open the door."
Javier quickly does as he is told.
And just as Lloyd was about to go into his room, he looked at Javier, eyes piercing with anger.
"And don't even think of knocking, I. Won't. Be. Joining. Dinner."
Lloyd said with heavy certainty, he doesn't want to be bothered.
"Yes, sir."
Javier replied, like a robot, devoid of any emotion.
Lloyd went in as Javier quietly closed the door.
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Fuck..
It's spring, it's not even autumn, and yet here he is, shivering like a leaf. And worst of all, he can't even cover himself in a blanket, his bed is just a few inches in front of him, but he can't reach it. He opted instead to lie down on the floor, quivering like a fool.
He shivered uncontrollably, he wished for it to stop, but his body moved like a rattle.
It hurts..
The carpet is not made with the purpose to lie on, it was made to be walked over, not to sleep on top of. It's rough and irritating to the skin, he really needs to stand up. Once he did, he could just lie on the soft bed, but he can't.
It was like every fiber of the carpet was desperately clinging onto him, not letting him go.
Lloyd snickered.
Now, with him not being in the dinner at all, he can imagine how lively the dining table would be, heck, he bet that the Count would find his lame excuse dishonorable and would tell his parents that the engagement is annulled and he will be taking Javier as compensation instead.
Enjoy your food, you fuckers.
Lloyd continued to quiver, it's really is uncomfortable.
Fuck..
He really wish, if he were to die like this, he could at least be lying on the soft bed, not the hard carpet, but he couldn't complain much, I guess it's quite fitting for him to die on top of a carpet, a furniture that is meant to be stepped on, instead on his bed like any other lucky person would.
Heh..
Lloyd's body still shivered uncomfortably, he can't really do anything now, he really is hopeless. All he can do is to quietly close his eyelids, he can only wish that death would be gentle.
But it never came, Lloyd is back once more, to the same place, the same patio.
But..
"Are you alright Young Master? You look rather pale."
Lloyd tuned her voice out, instead focusing on her dress, it's not the usual dress, but it felt rather familiar.
"What day of the week is today?"
Siluria looks at him, worried.
"Thursday, Young Master."
Lloyd looks at her as if he just saw a ghost.
"Thurs..day..?"
Lloyd felt uneasy, he doesn't know much about this curse he is dealing with, but he is sure, every time he went back it has always been a Friday.