Mila could feel the prick of agitation as she noticed that Don's footsteps seemed slower than before. "You have no need to slow down for me my lord. I am capable of keeping up," she said, doing her best to keep her respectful tone with him. Feeling the presence of the walls on either side of her and the unsettling feeling that flowed from Don, she was able to follow him rather easily. Using her walking cane to poke out any jutting floorboards or loose ones, she avoided them completely.<br/><br/>A slight gasp of surprise left Mila as her bare feet touched the carpet, never having felt anything like it before. Pausing on the edge of it, she hesitated, unsure of the floor she was standing on. But after a moment, she carefully ventured further onto it and smiled to herself at the feel of the soft flooring. Bending down to run her hand over the carpet, she imagined the intricate designs and breath-taking colors woven into it. Standing back up, she felt Don's large, calloused hand close around her own small one. A tug at her arm told her he was trying to lead her around the room.<br/><br/>Removing her hand from his, Mila straightened herself up so she stood a bit more tall and confident. "Thank you but I can make my way around the room by myself my lord. I have been doing this my entire life, I will be fine." she stated, instead just following his voice as he took her on a small tour of her room. When they ended the tour at her bedroom door, Mila reached up and pulled her brown hair to one side of her neck, combing her fingers through it slowly as he finished explaining everything she would need to know. "Thank you my lord, but I believe I will be fine." she said, taking her hand back as he released it.<br/><br/>As soon as she heard his footsteps disappear, Mila shut the door to her bedroom and slowly made her way along the wall to the window. Fumbling around to find the latch, she unlocked the window and pushed it open. Then she slid onto the window sill, pulling her feet up to her chest and hugging her legs to her. Laying her head on her knees, Mila let her eyes slip closed as she bathed in the late night sunlight. That night, she would not sleep in the bed. Not while her family was sleeping on hay pallets.