Author's notes: Sorry it's such a measly chapter, guys. Thanks to all the people who have put this on their stroy watch!

They just looked at each other, the light caressing each of their faces. Talim kept quiet, a large smile stretching across her face. The wind waltzed with Amy's curled red hair, as if it were rejoicing for Talim. She walked towards Amy, "This will be fun. Do you want to go say goodbye to your father?"

"No." Amy said, her cold voice shaking. "He would never let me leave. I will leave a note, telling him not to worry. Wait here, alright? I need to change." Talim nodded, Amy sprinted back to the mansion.

Amy's quarters were expansive, four rooms in all. Her sleeping quarters, a personal drawing room, a bathing room, and a dressing room. Amy walked slowly through her rooms, letting out a sigh. She stopped at her dressing room, and walked to her great oak cabinet. Holding her hand against the golden handle, almost regretfully, she took out her black suitcase and in it she put three dresses, a pair stockings, and a brown petticoat. She locks the bronzed buckles and leaves the room, suitcase in hand. She then moves to her drawing room to write Raphael a note. In a feminine cursive, she writes:

Dear Father,
I am sorry, but I must leave. You have given me ambition, strength, and now I must use it for my own. I am going travelling with an interesting young girl. I'm going to be her friend, Father! I hope you don't think I am doing this to forsake you, for I swear to come back.
Love,
Amy.

As she sets the pen down, Aguste -one of the house servants- comes into the room. "Miss Amy, Mister Sorel wishes to know if you're alright. He saw you run off with that foreign girl." Aguste was a tall, muscular man who wears a wolf mask to hide his face. Amy bites her lip and answers,
"I'm fine, tell him I said good bye, alright?"
"You mean to say you're leaving, miss?"
"Yes, Aguste. I have been invited to travel."
"I'm afraid I can't let you, miss. Not without Mister Sorel's-" Amy raised Albion, her faithful rapier, to Aguste's throat.
"You will let me leave, Aguste. I do not wish to hurt you but I will if you continue to stand in my way." Amy's voice came out quiet and cold, "And do not tell him I have left until he discovers, for himself, the note I have left.
"Y-yes miss." Aguste gulps. Amy sheathes Albion and walks back to her suitcase as Aguste falls to his knees. With suitcase in hand, she walks coolly out the room. This is a good idea she tells herself, Talim will be my friend, and we shall take care of each other.