The room was silent once Emma had left and all of a sudden, very heavy. I could feel the weight of Marie's stare on my shoulders. It is to be expected, even from the sweet, yet not particularly bright woman. A small child boldly defacing a gift from the empress with a smile on her face, for someone who had worked in the palace all her life, it was probably a shocking scene.
"You may leave too, Marie," I say, feeling a little down now from the suspicious air emanating from her. She exits without another word and I am left alone, a feeling I'm all too comfortable with now.
I flop onto my bed, my face buried in the blankets. It hurts a bit as I think of Marie's weighty stare. I rub my chest a bit, a gesture that is uncomfortable since my chest is lying on the bed, hoping the twinge in my chest will go away.
