"Is she...sleeping?" Eric asked, his voice sounding raspy.
"I believe so, sir." Morris responded as he picked up the bowls of half eaten soup.
Eric cleared his throat. "Okay.." A bit of worry was heard in his voice. "Was she okay with her room?"
Morris walked toward the kitchen doors, "Yes she was, sir."
"Good, Good." Eric said in a small whisper.
"Shall I get your room ready, Master Eric?" Morris asked as he stepped out of the kitchen.
Eric straightend himslef up. "Yes, thank you."
Morris then left and Eric sat there just thinking.
Soon, ten or fifteen minutes passed by and Morris came through the doors. "Your room is ready."
"Thank you." Eric said as he stood up. He pushed in his chair and walked out the dining hall.
After walking down the long hall he started up the staircase. Just like Claire, he stopped on the stairs and turned to look at the book. He cringed at the sight of it. WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER TO KEEP IT?
He continued up the stairs and walked down the same hallway that Morris led Claire through. As he walked on he eyed a specific door, Claire's.
Finally he reached the end of the hallway. Eric entered his room and shut the door. His room was similar to Claire's, but much more fancier. The bathroom was much bigger and his bed sheets were blue instead of red. His bed was queen-size and had more pillows. There was also alot more space to move around than in Claire's room.
Eric sighed, grabbed some sweatpants, and changed in the bathroom. A few minutes later he stepped out and walked towards his bed. He layed flat on his back then looked up at the cieling.
He soon turned over and tried to go to sleep.
Images of the book flashed through his mind. Eric's eyes shot open, his heart beating fast.
WHY IS IT BECOMING A PROBLEM NOW?
Eric threw one of his pillows at the wall. "Stupid book."
He sighed and shut his eyes. This time he actually slept soundly.