"You needn't worry, dear," Raqiza said, gently. "Your memory does keep lapsing back to your amnesiac state, but it's getting better and better as time progresses. You're lapsing back less and less. Perhaps now you'll be able to fully recover your memory and identity. And you know I'm always here for you even if your father isn't."<br/><br/>Auguste was starting to wonder if there was some tension between his parents, but he figured he wouldn't ask right then. He had too many other things on his mind. First and foremost was the fact that he had kept forgetting his own identity and memories for the better part of three years, and then there was Tilda. She seemed to have some sort of interest in him even if she wouldn't say anything about it. He was certain that something had happened between them. But, the question was what? What had happened?<br/><br/>He looked up as Tilda entered the room. He also noticed the way his mother gazed disdainfully at the girl. Her face was scarlet and her hands were trembling. He wondered if his mother was what caused her nervousness, but the trembling had began as soon as she had looked upon Auguste. It was obvious that this had something to do with him. He was just getting up to help when the hot tea spileld all over the table, him, and the carpet. He yelped and leapt to his feet, peeling off the scalding clothing quickly.<br/><br/>"YOU INSOLENT WRETCH!" Screamed Raqiza. She leapt to her feet and marched over, slapping Tilda harshly across the face. "Go to your chambers! Immediately! Expect me once I am done with my son."<br/><br/>She then kicked Tilda harshly across the backside to get her out of the room. Once she was gone, Raqiza tended to Auguste.<br/><br/>"Mom, it's fine. Really. It was an accident-"<br/><br/>"Servants aren't supposed to have accidents that endanger my dearest son. Do not apologize for her. She is trash and there is nothing more to it." She snapped her fingers and servants immediately came into the room. "Take care of him." And then she left. She grabbed the Iron Rod on the way out of the sitting room. It wouldn't be the first time she had had to administer harsh punishment upon a servant. In fact, many of the servants often suggested she enjoyed it. And they weren't wrong.