Swan lake [chapter III]

It is a serene evening with a purple hue that dominates the sky, and the sun rays are casting a shadow on a white marble stone wall. A massive lace curtain, adorned with blue flower lines, hangs in the background, creating a picturesque scene. The centerpiece of the room is a large bed with a lace canopy, on which a middle-aged woman is lying.

Her eyes are fixed on the window with a vacant stare, lost in thought, and seemingly unaware of her surroundings. A profusion of flower vases and containers is scattered around her, some withered flowers, and petals strewn across the floor in disarray. Despite the beauty of the room, the excessive floral arrangements have caused a slight mess.

In the midst of the room, an old lady servant is putting new blankets on the bed for the lady, who remains oblivious to her presence. The lace curtains sway rhythmically with the wind, brushing against the woman's silver hair and causing it to fall onto her forehead.

The servant notices the stray hair and gently brushes it aside. The room is peaceful yet melancholic, with an air of mystery, and one cannot help but wonder what thoughts the woman is lost in as she stares out the window.

“Knock knock”

Someone at the door. Servant step towards the door and opened it. The door swung open, and a young master entered the room, holding an enchanting bouquet of flowers. The servant was taken aback by the sudden entrance, and her eyes were immediately drawn to the stunning bouquet.

The young master was a handsome man with dark brown, straight-glazed eyes that seemed to penetrate everything they saw. His jawline was perfectly chiseled, giving him a sharp and refined appearance, and his height added to his already impressive presence.

The young master stepped towards the lady on the bed, looking concerned. "How is she?" he asked the servant, who replied that there was nothing special and that she was just as before - unresponsive to anything.

The young master then stepped towards the lady, calling her "Aunty Clementina." He spoke to her, saying that he had brought something for her and that he hoped she could hear him. But she remained unresponsive, lost in her thoughts.

Undeterred, the young master pulled out a bouquet of her favorite flowers and held them out to her. 

He walked up to Clementina 

"Aunty Clementina, do you hear me? I brought something for you."

But there was still no response from Clementina. He tried again, 

"Aunty Clementina, I bought your favorite flower. Here, look. It’s your favorite white lilies with swan arrangement "

Clementina's eyes glimmered as she looked at the flowers, but she couldn't move. Her lips trembled as she tried to smile, and he hoped that the flowers might bring her some joy.

"Can you feel it, Aunty Clementina? Can you feel the fresh raindrops on the petals? Look how soft they are. Oh, the fragrance giving a divine feel aunty"

As he spoke, he gently took her hand and placed it on the bouquet. Clementina was happy, and her eyes showed it.

"Look at this blue-ribbon knot. Look how it's wrapped. It's just like you used to knot the flower bouquets in the earliest days."

Clementina's hand fell lifelessly back onto the bed, and she turned her eyes back to the window with a meaningless glance. Those words made her face darken.

"I'm sorry, Aunty Clementina. I didn't mean to hurt you with my words. Did my words hurt you?"

But he received no response. He sighed and gave the bouquet to the servant, "Find a good container for this. Then grab those old bouquets and send them to Peter's shop. He'll create them as a wall décor. Aunty Clementina loves it."

"Okay, sir. I will."

Servant and He left the room, and the servant shut the door. 

Lady Clementina lay on the bed, her eyes filled with tears, she gazed at the enchanting swan flower bouquet. Her lips started trembling as she tried to say something, but no words came out. She reached under her pillow and took out an old, faded swan feather, clenching it tightly in her hand. Her tears flowed down silently, and her body shook with sobs. The feather represented a time long gone, a time of happiness and joy that would never return. She wept for a while, clutching the feather by her hand. and then slowly drifted off into a sleep. The room was silent, except for the sound of her soft breathing, and the swan feather lay next to her, a symbol of a love that would never die.

There is a huge beautiful hall with high ceilings, intricate moldings, and decorative pillars reminded me of a bygone era. The walls were painted in a muted tone and adorned with wallpaper featuring classic patterns. The hardwood flooring was covered with an ornate area rug, and a grand staircase with a sweeping banister led up to a second level. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a warm and inviting glow throughout the space. Two young men sat on a comfortable royal-looking sofa with serious faces. 

“How is Lady Clementina doing now?”

“When she saw the flowers, her eyes got a shine as I thought. She tried to touch them, but the blue ribbon that knotted the bouquet seemed to remind her of something in the past. After that, she went back to being unresponsive.”  Young Master sighs and stops talking. 

"It is okay. Clementina is starting to respond to things. No matter if it is a negative or positive response, the most important thing is that she's responding. We can figure this out and guide her towards positivity. Do you understand?"

"Yes, doctor. I understand."

"Remember, when she starts responding, it's a good start. Bring her the things that make her happy and avoid reminding her of past traumas."

"Thank you for your advice, doctor. I will keep that in mind."

Alright, if anything is needed, call me. 

“Thank you, doctor. I will.” 

“Have a good day.” 

“You too, doctor. Goodbye.”

when doctor leave master come in to the living room. sat on a chair in the living room, his violin resting gently on his shoulder. He began to play a sweet and melancholic melody touched his soul as he played each note with precision and care. The sound of the strings reverberated through the room, creating a peaceful ambiance. 

But then, suddenly, he heard a piercing scream coming from Lady Clementina's room. He jumped up from his chair, the violin slipping from his grasp and clattering to the floor. Heart racing, he ran down the hallway towards her room.