"What a fool, you are"
Isabelle spoke standing in the room, looking at the sleeping Andrew.
"You are hand is bleeding a lot but still you won't say anything about it, you are going to take the pain"
Because Andrew was bleeding a lot, the bedsheet was stained with red colour and this was the reason why he felt sleepy.
"Foolish"
Saying this, Isabelle moved her hand over his wounded hand and, soon the bleeding stopped.
"Master Andrew?"
"Master Andrew?"
The butler knocked on the door.
Calling for him.
Andrew woke up to the sound of knock on the door. The bleeding has been stopped last night, but there was still risk of infection and there was still pain.
Andrew gasped for air, as he moved his body and the muscles of the hand to climb down from the bed.
Getting down from bed, he wrapped a clean white cloth around his wound, covering it from dust.
He opened the door and the butler was standing waiting for him.
"Master Andrew, you need to come out of your room, the lady has banned you from staying locked in the room"
He said bowing.
"What!"
Andrew was surprised.
'Banned me from staying closed in my own room'
He thought looking at the butler.
"Okay, I will follow"
Andrew was about to close the door, but flinched, when the butler kept his hand on the door, preventing it from closing.
"The lady has instructed you not to stay in the room, you must take fresh air, my lord"
"Yes, yes"
"Give me some time, I will follow"
The butler took his leave.
Andrew closed the door and went inside the bathroom, standing infront of the bathroom mirror, he stared at himself, he looked messed up and tried.
Getting himself cold water, his hand still had pain in it, so he used another hand for washing his face, he didn't wanted to look weak and messed up.
He washed his face, slowly rising the cold water to his face.
The hair in the front, got wet due to the water, giving him a different tried look. The cold water dripped from his locks. Drying his face with the towel.
But, he was still not satisfied, he picked up a bucket of water, with both of his hands, the weight of the filled bucket on his wounded hand was nothing compare to the pain he is feeling, he feel suffocated in this castle, the every new day brings a rush of fear in him, the fear of Isabelle visiting him.
Andrew when he was in his village would always thought about becoming a bird and flying in the sky, so beautiful yet so adventurous. He wanted to fly free just like a bird, but here he was controlled, he couldn't do anything on his own, a bird trapped in this beautiful castle which was just nothing, but a decorated trap for killing.
The person living in it, need to be cold from the heart to rule such a place, which Andrew was not, he was really soft hearted person.
Picking it up he slashed it over his body, getting himself wet, his clothes sticking to his skin.
He sat down on the floor, pulling his hair.
"I feel bad for my sapan"
Isabelle said in a sad tone, looking down on the dead body laying infront of her.
Isabelle is in a graveyard, buring the black wolf, sapna.
She is wearing all black, as if she is in a funeral.
Her hair tied back in a ponytail with a black ribbon with a fabric net.
A big hat to cover her face from the sunlight.
"She shouldn't have bitten Andrew"
Keeping her hand on the dead body of the black wolf, she cried a little.
She was looking down on the dead body, which was getting closed inside the red and black coffin. Before the two men, can close the coffin wholly, she spoke, stopping the two men.
"Stop"
she pulled her ribbon, letting her hair lose, she put it inside the coffin.
When she was done, the two men lifted up the coffin, putting it inside the ground, which have been dug, for the coffin and slowly getting buried by the soil.
"I loved her, what a tragedy, I needed to kill my own beloved pet"
"She was a good girl"