Chapter 575
I blinked confused.
“My hair red?” I said confused.
Where was he getting at right now?
“Yes.” He nodded in agreement. “Like I said being an unshifted wolf has no effect on your physical state. Only your spiritual, only your soul. Never your physical.”
“So other unshifted wolves like me don’t have red hair like I do?” I said and then got a split second I remembered that I had no longer had red hair. “Like I did I mean.”
“Yes.” He said. “They look the same just like you and me except they can’t shift. That’s the only thing that makes you different from me.”
“So my hair never had any relation to my being unshifted.” I said more to myself than to him.
He nodded his head with a snap of fingers. Do you think I’m speaking some foreign language? That’s what I’ve been saying from the onset.”
I chewed on my bottom lips.
The entire time I had assumed or rather been told that my red hair was due to my being unshifted.
“So what’s wrong with me?” I asked how worried that it was something worse.
Perhaps I wasn’t just an unshifted, there was now something deeply wrong with me.
He gave a light shrug.
“I have no idea.” He said “The best thing we could have done was take a strand out of your hair and have an experiment. See if there was something we could find out.”
“I just dyed my hair today.” I explained. “Can’t we still use it?”
He shook his head. “No it has to be your actual hair color.
In that instant I regretted dying my hair black.
I swallowed perplexed.
“Can’t we at least try?” I asked.
“No.” He stated without a slip of his heart beat.
I chewed my bottom lip.
“Does this now mean I’ll never find out what’s wrong with me?” I asked playing with my black curls.
“Yes. Until your hair is fully back to its red color.” He told me. “There is nothing we can do. What did you use?”
I gave an uneasy shrug. “I’m not sure but Lady Hildegard told me it’s something members of the royal family used back then.”
He shook his head. “Amlavon. If you used the real and strong one? Then that color won’t be leaving your hair until a month.”
I instantly panicked. “A month? I don’t have a month. I’ll be leaving this place in a few days if not tomorrow itself.”
He shrugged and went back to his work translating. “Well it seems you would never find out now.”
I felt my stomach drop instantly and I wanted to rip my hair out from its roots.
For the first time when I needed the red in my hair, I couldn’t use it?
What could I do?
I scanned my brain thoroughly and then a while idea popped through my mind.
“Does it have to be my hair hair?” I asked him.
He kept on reading through the magnifying glasses. “What do you mean?”
“Does it have to be from my head? Is it okay if it’s any type of my hair that is still red?” I questioned.
He paused for a second and said. “I don’t think so. But where else do you want to get your ha-
He stopped instantly and looked at me when he finally understood it.
“No.” He shook his head.
I walked to him. “I don’t want to do it either but it can help.”
The hair around my vagina of armpits.
He looked appalled that I could even suggest a thing.
I myself was embarrassed but this was a way for me to find out my roots and know more about myself.
“No bloody way.” He swore.
“It can help quicken the research about my uncle.” I said reasonably.
“No.” He repeated a look of horror written on his face.
Before I could respond there came a loud bang at the door.
Otto stormed to the door and flung it open.
A terrified maid stood at the entrance.
“What?!” He demanded.
“Sss Uh… sorry.” She stuttered. “But Princess Auburn has been looking for her.”
Otto glared at me. “You coming here is now inviting people to come over. I don’t like guests.”
I smiled at him trying to cool down his anger.
“Don’t worry i would be back soon.” I promised. “I’ll also bring the hair for you.”
“NO!” He said.
But I was already out of the room and heading down the steep stairs.
“Princess Auburn has been looking for you.” The maid said exhausted whilst breathing heavily.
“Sorry for making you come all the way.” I apologized.
The maid nodded as we went down the stairs.
She seemed relieved to know that she wasn’t ascending but descending.
After almost five minutes we finally made it to the ground floor.
“Where is she?” I asked.
“I’ll lead you there.” She told me.
I nodded and followed right behind her.
As we walked past the grand walls and paintings, I couldn’t help admire how grand and beautiful this place was.
I knew I wouldn’t have a chance to stay long here enough to get a tour of the whole house.
What a dream it would be to live here.
I couldn’t help imagining how lucky Auburn was to be the Queen’s grandchild.
How blessed she was!
I gasped at the expensive furniture and the bustling servants going in and out as I tagged along.
“Cecelia.” A robust maid interrupted us. She grabbed the maid who had been leading me. “Where have you been? The head matron is looking for you.”
“What does she want?” Cecelia said.
The girl shrugged. “I have no idea but I think you should find out before she throws your things out.”
Cecelia swore.
“Okay please can you take her to the princess’s room?” Cecelia said gently nudging me to the robust maid. “Thank you.”
And before the robust maid could complain Cecelia was already running off.
The maid sighed and led me. “Alright come.”
And with that I was led up a flight of stairs and went down the west wing.
She left me at a door and before I could ask, she was gone.
I sighed heavily and knocked.
Auburn didn’t answer.
I knocked once again but still no response.
I took in a deep sigh and very gently pushed the door open.
It opened and what I saw shocked me to the bone.