Aurora found herself hating her uncle and her teacher more than ever before.
The walk felt as fruitless as the other walks she had taken around the room with her hands on the wall for a support. She always returned to the bed which was against the wall.
From her walks, the room was as big as her room in her house outside the palace. The relieving feeling taking a walk outside a building always gave her was missing.
"Can you be kind enough to let me take a walk outside? You could blindfold me. I desire fresh air," she told her teacher when they returned to the bed for the fourth time.
"No, I am tired and I have spent enough time with you for today," her teacher replied coldly.
"So sad," she said with a slight pour as she sat down.
She suddenly remembered her maids. "What did you do to my maids?"
"I did not kill them, at least not yet. The war might kill them, anyway," her teacher replied.