STORY STARTER
What is the significance of the servant's incident to the plot?
Consider how it relates to the characters' motivations and the storyline.
Love's Dark Afflictions (Part 2)
You walk down to the dining room for breakfast. William and Madame Leota are already there sipping tea. William is the first to notice you had entered the room. "Good morning y/n… are you feeling better this morning?” William asks gently as you sit down with your tea. “Alright I suppose.” You say rubbing one of your eyes.
You pick up your cup and hear his laugh. Your eyes dart to William and Madame Leota but it doesn’t seem like they heard it and you continue drinking your tea. “Your little incident with the servant last night got them thinking.”
He cackles in your ear. William looks over to Madame Leota. “We’re worried about you, dear.” Madame Leota says putting down her cup of tea. “Whatever for?” You inquire, tilting your head. “Your… outburst, last night, with the servant.” William said, looking down into his cup on the table. “I only needed some sleep, that’s all.
I promise I feel much better.” You reassure them. “We… We would like for you to sit out on the seance tonight.” William says, wincing, waiting for your response. “Oh, that must hurt. It seems they’re kicking you out.” Alistair says to you. “You want me to sit out of a seance?” You ask. “Just this once, is all we ask. We want you to rest is all. A seance a night is not for the faint of heart.” Madame Leota says. “Faint of heart? What excuse is that to make? They don’t trust you. And how could they not trust you? After all you’ve done for them?” Alistair says, purposefully jostling you. “I’m not faint of heart; I can take it. You just don’t trust me.” You say through gritted teeth, making Alistair giggle. “We trust you; we do. However, I think under certain circumstances, our minds can… falter.” Madame Leota tries to put it gently. “My, they’ve gone so far to even call you insane.” Alistair points out. Anger and frustration building in you. “Fine. I’ll sit out tonight.” You say standing and walking to the door. “Don’t expect me for dinner either, I’ll be bedridden with melancholia.” You say, throwing a wave over your shoulder and walk out to the foyer.