"I understand that you're confused. I am sorry, Tilda. Truly." For once there was actually some emotion in Raqiza's voice and she legitimately sounded sorry. She leaned in and kissed Tilda on the forehead. "Go tend to your chores. Fret not about blushing, but mind the trembling. We can't have an accident like today repeated. Next time my son could be hurt, and I will not have that."<br/><br/>She released Tilda and got to her feet. On her way out of the room, she grabbed the iron rod.<br/><br/>Meanwhile Auguste sat in the sitting room by himself hoping that Raqiza wasn't too hard on Tilda. The mess had long since been dealt with and he was alone with his muddled thoughts that were full of confusion. There was something going on in the manor, but he had no idea what it was because he couldn't remember anything. It was truly frustrating.<br/><br/>Auguste got to his feet and walked over to the window. The sky outside was like a sheet of white and stray snowflakes were beginning to fall. So that must mean it was winter, Another season was coming and going but he couldn't even remember the seasons that had already passed. All he had was a name and little more.<br/><br/>What he really needed was to talk to Tilda once again. She seemed to have the answers even if she didn't want to admit it. That was why he had intentionally had the servants leave the dishes used for the tea. This way she would have to come back. And then he could corner her and finally get his answers.