The Hunt 1

The morning called faster than the former days, sunlight streaking into the various open windows of the castle.

The presence of the sun had replaced the snow and cold of the previous night that enveloped everywhere. Currently, Perdita sat in the bathtub, her back to Emily as she helped her wash to prepare for the day.

Perdita wore a conflicted expression as a thought invaded her mind which made her turn her head towards Emily to voice her question, "Have you heard anything about a mind that cannot be read or a blank memory?"

"Mind that cannot be read and a blank memory," Emily repeated, a thoughtful look on her face. "I have only heard of a blank memory, but one that cannot be read? No, My lady, I haven't heard of that."

Did that mean she had a blank memory since Nathan wasn't able to read her? What did that mean? Perdita questioned herself, the frown on her face deepening. She heard Emily ask as she went to wash her arms,