Charlotte's POV
I woke up the next morning or what I assumed was the next day. "Daroga, why are you still here?" I heard Erik ask. Nadir seemed to stay silent. "Daroga I asked you a question."
"Quiet Erik, I'm reading." I rolled my eyes knowing he was only getting Erik worked up again. I stood and got dressed. Once I was in the red dress that once hung in my closet I brushed my hair and tried to talk. Still no luck, my voice was starting to come back but I could only make small noises.
I smiled realizing my voice sounded like a whining puppy. I set the brush on the vanity and went to the Persian curtains. Peeking my head through I saw Erik pacing in front of his organ. I stayed hidden behind the curtain.
Erik paced over to Nadir. "Daroga, perhaps I should check on her." Nadir shook his head.
"She will come out when she is ready, for now you should stay put." Erik grumbled angrily then went back to pacing. I watched him for a moment then decided to step out. I got half way out of the room when he saw me.
"Lottie!" He rushed over and examined me. "I'm so sorry, are you okay? Oh, Lottie I am so sorry." His eyes were full of guilt and regret. I stared at him for a moment until he fell to the ground and begged me to forgive him.
I felt a rush of emotion flow over me. I wanted to say, 'oh Erik, it's okay. It wasn't your fault I don't know why I was so mad at you. It was my fault I shouldn't have gone in there.' But I couldn't all I could get out was a few little squeaks. He starred at me for a moment, tears in his eyes.
Nadir looked up from his book and glanced at us. I felt so bad for Erik. I fell to the ground next to him and threw my arms around his neck. He hesitated for a moment then hugged me back. Tears rushed from my eyes and soon soaked his shirt.
"Y-you forgive me?" He asked pulling away after a moment. I nodded then pushed my face into his chest and let him hold. After a few minutes we stood his arms still wrapped around me. He looked down at me and whipped away my tears.
"Would you like some tea Lottie?" I nodded and we went to the kitchen. As he prepared the tea I sat down at the table and tapped the table in a rhythmic way. "You know, maybe this tea will help your voice. I'm sure your throat is dry from being in there."
I stood up, he looked at me and I held up my finger indicting I would be back in a minute. I went and looked for some paper and a pencil, or whatever they write with in the 1800's. The only thing I could find was a quill and ink well, I grabbed them and some paper and headed back to the kitchen.
As I entered Erik looked at what I had. I sat the items on the table and smiled proudly. "That's a good idea, till you can talk again, you can write what you want to say." He smiled and handed me a cup of tea.
Hey sorry kind of short but I'm starting to have a little bit of a hard time with the story. But het she isn't mad at him anymore.