(4) Every Wednesday Morning
Every Wednesday morning she was able to at least get out of her bed. There was nothing but soft silence from her as she was bathed and dressed and done up for the day. Her long and usually soft raven hair had not been touched by a brush this morning, leaving it all to fall around her in tangles. She would wander around the grounds of the mansion, ignoring the bright shining sun and the songs of the birds flying from branch to branch in the garden. She used to love the birds and would insist on spending as much time as possible outside just to watch them flit around and to hear them chirp to each other. Watching the little feathered creatures used to bring her so much joy, but even it doesn't seem to lift her spirits anymore. She would walk the grounds, wander through the gardens, and pass by the stables and stalls, all while mindlessly walking with a blank look in her dull golden eyes. Those two shining orbs that used to shine like the sun were now matte and vacant more and more lately. Her feet would slowly guide her to the library, as they did every week. She would pass through the large doors and wander through the shelves until she came across his seat and coat. She would curl up in the armchair in front of a cold fireplace and sit there, wrapped in his coat until she was fetched and brought to bed.