"Wake up."

That voice was whispering right in your ear. No one needs you and you're worthless. Your name doesn't matter, but someone called you as gently as possible, clearly hiding a slight irritation at ignoring the speaker's words. Something cold and wet enveloped your face and body, making you shiver. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you looked at the intruder of your peace. Rezuan. A clown from the circus you often visit with your mistress.

"You're worse than sleeping beauty"