WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?

JOVITA

"Good morning, Lord Ralph," I greeted once I entered the room.

Lord Ralph was hunched over some books on his table and only raised his head to look at me when I greeted him. He did not as much as hum to my greeting. He just ignored me and kept doing what he was doing. I rolled my eyes and walked toward the dark, rosy red curtains to draw them.

Nothing is good about the morning, anyway. As long as these walking dead existed, the world would be gloomy, and nothing would be good.

"I will draw the curtains now, Lord Ralph..."

"Do whatever you fucking wish to do, and stop disturbing me. I am busy here!" he thundered, taking me unawares.

Grumpy much?

I was startled, and my hand flew to my chest. Why was he in such a sore mood? Humans were supposed to be the ones in this mood. They would starve for three days while his kind enjoyed it all. I looked at his hands and realized he was wearing his ring. To irritate him, I drew the curtain