"Are you dumb or perhaps have you lost your memory? The head maid takes care of this place, personally." He replies, snatching away the torch from Eleanore's hand, regretting that he ever even gave it in her hand.
He started ahead and was almost so far that the light could barely reach Eleanore, yet she didn't move. Eleanore was completely stunned by this. Was that a betrayal of the eye? But how? She remembered speaking to that man, then how come Caelestis doesn't know about him.
"Lady Eleanore!" Caelestis shouted out her name. "If you do not follow me quickly, I'll leave you there." He warned.
The terror that had somehow found place in her nerves, escaped when the light started to turn dimmer. She almost sprinted her way to Caelestes and when she reached close enough, she caught a piece of his thin, white tshirt.
"Walk slow." Eleanore demanded.
"Take off the damn heel, then." Caelestis countered.
