[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]
“Lady Samantha?”
My heart almost jumped out of my chest when I heard Madison’s voice and saw that she was already behind me. My eyes were wide as I panicked for a second, and then I stood with my back straight and cleared my throat.
“M-Madison?” I asked in surprise, trying to smile, but it turned out awkward. “W-What are you doing here at this kind of hour?”
“I apologize, your Grace; it’s just I suddenly feel like checking on the kids before I sleep. Are you alright if I may ask? You look so pale and scared—”
“I am alright, Madison. I just had a nightmare,” I lied, trying to hide it with that same, awkward smile.
She stared at me with those big, wide eyes as she eyed what I was wearing. I looked down, bit my lower lip hard, and sighed. I was wearing a black hoodie, my fighting gear, and my knee-high boots. What am I thinking?
I wasn’t really good at lying.
