Sanria stared at the place where Velentham had vanished for a long time. There was something amiss. She thought back but there were vacancies in her mind, things she knew should be there but weren't. Blurry memories, as though seen through the bottom of a thick glass. Things she should be capable of making out. She glared at the books beside her, books Velentham had created for her, tea Velentham had made for her, the tea pot Velentham had given her... she shoved them to the floor. She didn't want this. She didn't want *him*.
Sanria got up and started pacing, it was the only thing she could do while he was gone. She was a prisoner in an inn room and only when he wasn't there did she feel what was the truth. Whenever he was around, she was confused - upset one moment, happy the next. Whenever his hand came near her face when she was in disagreement, she suddenly couldn't remember why she was disagreeable. She wanted to leave him, to be on her own, but he wouldn't allow it. He controlled every move she made and there was no reason Sanria could figure out. It was hidden behind the thick fog of her mind - completely out of reach.
Sanria went to the window and tried to open it, but the magical barrier flared a bright cyan color. The entire room was warded, and she had no magic. How... how was it that she had no magic? It was Velentham. She knew it. She brought it up, and he told her it was because she had no need for it. He would take care of everything. He would ensure she had everything she needed. Sanria knew without a doubt that he wanted nothing more than to be her sun, her moon, her stars, her nature, her - her God. Yes... as if he wanted nothing more than her adoration and worship. As if he wanted her very soul.
Sanria let out a scream of frustration, knowing no one would hear her beyond the barrier. She cried and sobbed, then went to the water basin and feverishly tried to rid her face of any trace of tears. If Velentham came back and saw that she was upset, the next time he left, he'd put her to sleep. He'd keep her from even being angry, upset, or being able to have her own thoughts. They were the only things she had, and she only had them when he wasn't around. This wasn't right, but Sanria could only sit on the bed, lifting a book from the floor to read, until her captor returned to narrow the scope of her mind.
