Duty-Bound: Chapter 3
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She tossed to the side, and a contented sigh escaped from her lips. The futon felt so soft under her skin that she refused to wake up. Her eyes were still closed as she knitted her eyebrows. Futon?
Rubbing the material, her eyes immediately snapped open. It's not a dream!
Quickly, she sat up and found herself in a beautiful room. She couldn't imagine how many pennies had been spent to decorate the room. Blinking her eyes a few times, she tried to remember what happened for her to end up in this room. Her eyes slowly widened as she remembered that she was kidnapped by him! After pushing the blanket away, she found out she was wearing a white, silk sleeping yukata. She growled under her breath before searching around the room to look for her clothes and weapons, but unfortunately, she found none of them. Her eyes quickly turned to the sound of the paper sliding door suddenly being slid open. She narrowed her eyes when she saw a few female servants uniformly step into the room. They seemed surprise to find her wide awake.
They immediately bowed at her humbly. "Good mor—"
Interrupting them, she threw a few hairpins in their direction. The hairpins were standing dangerously close to their feet. The servants immediately cowered away from her and dropped to their knees and bowed toward her until their heads touched the floor. She knew they would start apologizing for entering the room without her permission. Honestly, they had the wrong idea. Before they could beg her to spare their lives, she coldly said, "Give me back my belongings."
She figured out the servants had lost their ability to speak as no one answered her demand.
"My deepest apologies," a voice she knew very well replied.