"Hmm," I moaned cradling my head with my hand.
"Shh, just relax dearie. Everything will be fine," a soothing voice spoke. It reminded me of my grandmother when I was little. She lived with us in her later years, and was like a second mother to me.
"What happened?" I tried to remember, but my memory was all fuzzy.
"You fainted. Thank goodness Colonel Tavington was there," she stated shaking her head at my incident.
Colonel Tavington? I wanted to escape then and there. Just hearing that name sent chills down my spine. Unfortunately, I would have a few obstacles in the way.
My eyes were more focused now, and I could get a better look at the person who was tending to me.
She was an older lady, probably early sixties. She had a head full of gray hair, but no wrinkles were visible. You could tell she was a kind person, by the smile that she wore.
"I'm Mrs.Chloe Simpson. I've worked here at Middleton as a maid for over twenty years now. My husband works here as well as a stable hand. He cleans out the stalls, and odd end jobs, not to heavy of a work load, since he's no spring chicken," she chuckled causing me to smile despite the circumstances.
She told me more about how she liked working here, and that they treated there employees with respect. She told me to call her Chloe, no need for formalities, as if we were related or known each other for years.
There was a knock on the door. Chloe glanced at me, and I nodded at her giving permission for them to enter. I really didn't have much say in the matter, since I was a prisoner.
Colonel Tavington stood in the doorway, wringing his hands a little nervously. "I'll be back in a few minutes to bring you some dinner," Chloe left leaving the door open.
He walked hesitantly towards the bed, as if it would attack him. I must say I was perplexed at his change in demeanor.
"I was checking in on you to question you further, but seeing the state that your in, I will be taking my leave," he walked rather quickly out of the room.
Moments later Chloe was back, as promised with some food. I was still bewildered by the Colonel's actions, he seemed like he was nervous around me. This is The Butcher were talking about. Someone that has killed more than his share in this war.
Noticing I seemed dazed, "did the Colonel upset you?" She knew how he could loose his temper very easily. Seeing several fellow employees under his wrath, was not very pleasant.
"No, he was just going to interrogate me further, but decided against it for the moment," was all I decided to tell her.
Smelling the food that was set by the bed, my stomach rumbled loudly, causing me to hold it, to silence it. Chloe chuckled, "you better eat up while it's still warm. I'll be back later to check on you," she shut the door softly behind her.
I didn't realize how hungry I was. I hadn't eaten in almost two days. On the tray was some potato soup with crackers, and a piece of bread to dip into. My mouth wattered.
Since I was alone not caring about manners, I shoved the food as fast as I could get it in my mouth. When I was finished, I sat back, content for the time being.
AN: Hey all. I actually got this chapter up in just a few days! Wow, that's quick for me. I hope yall like it, and if you find any errors, then please let me know, because I try to catch them all, but sometimes they still slip by. This one was rather short, basically because it was a filler chapter. I've already started on the next one which will be much longer. I really do appreciate all of your reviews, and look forward to hearing from you guys!
