Isaak
Isaak had swang his sword thrice now, and each time he had, he missed the designated spot. Sweat trickled down his face, and he found himself unable to concentrate.
-Fuck! Erden had been right, there had been something wrong with Vivanna.-
Fainting…that sadist? No way. Dismissing Neiwei, perhaps, but that could have just been an intern
Vivanna.Isaak’s kisses were hard, earth melting… but tender. They were too tender, too coercive.. and they made me forget too much. We needed to call this what it was…no kind gestures to hide behind just-Anger flashed in Isaak’s face, and I bit my bottom lip.
My gaze turned to the empty space on my bed then to my balcony door. There was no proof or reminder of last night. I mean other than the ache of my unfit body. Every trace of the night's madness had been wiped away. -And birth control? Shit, I hadn't even thought about that last night.-Had Isaak called the physician?"Isaak called the physician, then he asked me to take care of you," Mary answered as though she had read my mind. "You approved his excursion to mount Portburgh months ago with three of the knight squad
One Hour Later.“Are you mad, woman?” Were the first words out of Bea's mouth when I met her in the parlour. She had dusty boots on and had sprawled her legs on the white ottoman before her.“You make me wait for an hour for you and don’t even offer Vodka for my neglected heart.” “First of all,” I stilled her. “You never sent word that you were to arrive at my estate today, you are lucky that all you had to wait was an hour.” I clarified, and she
“So…how much would an empty gem cost?” I asked Beatrice, and she laughed.“I don’t know. How much are you willing to pay for an empty chocolate wrapper?” she asked, and I frowned.“Okay…that’s not fair, I mean this empty gem.” I pointed to the crystal. “has..mystery, a whole amount of juicy myths, conspiracies. I mean I’d say it’s half a chocolate plus its wrapper.”“Calm down. I am not your target market.” She dismissed.Beatrice scratched her chin, then cleared her throat.“Fine, I’ll ask an archaeologist friend of mine about its historical value, though…he may be a little cooky.”“What you mean?”“You’ll see if you ever get to meet him.” She said then turned to the dresses on my spinning dresser. Beatrice paused for a few seconds then began stripping dresses hapha
Readers Discretion Is Advised: This Chapter Contains Some Mature Themes.Envia Countryside Four Years Ago.‘Missing: Lady Magdalene Debournetta of The Debournetta Household, Age: sixteen. Reward money for any information will depend on the provability of the statements provided.’ Was what the newspaper Daisy gripped in her hand read. It was terrible that more and more children were going missing. More so, girls. It was odd because most of them seemed to be of marriageable age; it was almost as though they were running away because they did not wish to marry their appointed suitor. Or perhaps she had just been projecting her problems on them, in any case, Dais
“La-latex cloths.” I squeaked, after realising that I had been staring at the younger lady for way longer than what had to be socially acceptable.“Uh…Vivanna, could you um-,” Bea said as she walked out of the closet stiffly, with an expression that did nothing to hide her shock.“Yes, My Lady, I shall place them on your dresser.” Magdalene smiled and bowed flawlessly then excused herself into my bedroom.Bea took this opportunity to walk out into the patio and shut the doors behind her.“Um…” Bea cleared her throat, then paced the space for a few seconds.“Oh! Spit it out, Beatrice.” I said in an annoyed tone.I was just as shocked as she was and the pacing was doing neither of us any favours.“Spit it out?? Me?? Spit it out? Don’t YOU, have anything to share with the class or rather your ‘business partner’?”“What, di
“Wait, why are you shocked?” Bea turned to me.“Oh, perhaps the lady did not know this then,” Magdalene excused my reaction, then continued. “But you did save my life, or rather gave me a chance.”“Saved your life?” I frowned. “Wait, sit down, you are not making any sense?” I said then offered her my seat, but she shook her head instead of sitting in the designated chair.“My lady, first, we should change your garments.” She said, stepping aside from the door, then curtsied. As though to gesture that I should enter the room.Magdalene had a certain grace that I hadn’t spotted before. She was not as clumsy and eager as Mary was. It was more that she was certain of her position in my life, she did not possess the fear that most of my staff had, rather, she looked completely at ease, ‘suggesting’ that I do things. It made me feel sort of like, what I imagined a we
“No, she-,” Magdalene began defending.“She saved you, yes. But she also kidnapped you. That happened four years ago during the fall, right?” Bea dismissed quickly.“Well yes but-,” Magdalene began, but Bea dismissed her defence then turned to me.“Why were you having a bad day on that ‘fateful day’,” Bea asked dramatically, completely disregarding Magdalene’s feelings.-Shit, she really expected me to come up with something on the spot?-