"Did she infect herself?", the earl asked the butler. They were inside of his study. Rows and rows of bookshelves stood to both sides of an imposing dark-brown table. The Earl was seated behind it, the back facing a big window. According to the sun's position it was shortly after Katherine had treated the patient.
"Luckily, no.", Sam responded, pensive. "I'm afraid you underestimated her capability, Milord."
"As I underestimated her impulsiveness. She's too easily offended, although this head of hers is working quite well otherwise." The Earl sighed. "Was I still as childish as her with seventeen, Sam?"
"No. But, if I may say so, Milord, that is incomparable."
"Oh?" The Earl lifted an eyebrow. "How so?"
Seemingly feeling uncomfortable, the butler pressed his lips together but decided to speak in the end. He phrased his words carefully. "Different from Milord, she never knew hate or sorrow while growing up. She met them only recently. Pure trust in the good of people is the sole reason for her being betrayed this badly. This trait of hers is the biggest reason both for and against me disagreeing with your marriage."
Leaning forward, the Earl fixated the butler with his red eyes. "Why both?"
"Against your marriage because your ... family could and would destroy her." He paused.
"And for?", the Earl pressed on, his eyes flickering with dark shades. "Don't beat around the bush. You don't usually do that. If you start now, I might get mad."
The butler sighed. "I thought some trust would do you good. But it isn't my place to judge that."
The Earl's eyes got even darker, lusterless. Nonetheless, he didn't reprimand his butler. Instead there was an inkling of vulnerability hidden in his mocking words. "Whose else? My parents? Friends? Hardly. Everyone only hopes for …"
He quietened down. Shook his head. "Anyway, you don't need to mind your words in front of me. You are the only one I absolutely won't hurt. For as much as I can promise that. I thought, you knew."
Overwhelmed by the Earl's sincerity, Sams brows knitted. Then he scoffed: "Stop being dramatic, boy. Of course I know!"
The Earl inspected him for a second longer and only said: "I really hope, you do."
Out of respect for the butlers earlier statement, the Earl didn't pursue the topic further. "Do you think she noticed something?"
"No. She thinks it was Milord's friend. Maybe she wants to exploit this, but that can be handled easily. It's just questionable if we can keep this facade. Won't she get suspicious if the poison gets back after she healed it?"
Shrugging, the Earl said: "Just stop her from healing it completely then. But tell her to find a way to improve her magic's range. She can't always be lucky."
"Of course. I'm troubled by this as well.", the butler prompted. "What about her request?"
"Delay it for a few days. I don't need her help any time soon and if she notices that this 'friend' isn't as important as she thought he is, it will probably lower her expectations. This would be ideal."
Sam nodded, but didn't look happy, which the Earl registered. "Understood."
Thinking his instructions over again, the Earl noticed the problem. This temperamental girl would most likely rebel if she was caged for too long. "Tell the guards to follow her if she wants to explore the mansion, but not to let her in the dungeon or outside."
That made Sam smile slightly. "Good, good. Pardon me then."
He left the study, but the Earl sat quietly for a while. With a pensive look, he lifted his hand and felt for his chest. Through a thin layer of white fabric, he could feel his heart beat steadily and remembered the touch of a much smaller hand on his bare skin. He wondered if it was normal for the warmth to linger. How astonishing.
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The first thing Katherine did back inside her room was cuddling Foseti. The black rabbit was already fed and hopped around in her chamber happily. As Katherine stepped inside, it lifted its little head in curiosity. She swooped it into her arms. "Hello, little one. Have you slept well?"
With its red tongue it licked her hand, caring for nothing in the world but the people dear to it. After all the scheming, it felt good to have someone who loved her unconditionally. Sitting down on her bed, Katherine patted its head. "You know, I would love to have you stay with me like this forever. However, rabbits are no indoor-pets and I don't want to keep you in a cage. Not even a golden one." Experiencing it herself had let her realize this.
The adorable big black eyes looked up at her silently as if they were asking her what she would do about it. "No, I won't give you back to this sh**ty earl, don't worry."
As a well-educated young woman, she would only use cuss words when being alone. "I don't know what to do for now. I can't get outside myself, you know? And I don't want to trust anyone else with your safety."
She buried her face in the warm black fur. "Can you stay with me till I can set you free myself? Please." Silence spread in the room, engulfed them in a soft and peaceful way. Was it dumb to ask for an answer from a rabbit? Maybe. Katherine didn't care. At least animals won't ever betray you. They mostly won't help you either, granted, but sometimes it was enough to just feel their warmth.
Foseti's rough and wet tongue tickled her cheek. Katherine giggled softly and soon after she fell asleep.
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"The pink or the blue one? Come on, tell me." Standing in front of a mirror, a great beauty tried a variety of masks on. She wore a long, sleeveless white dress, which hugged her figure quite intimately, but the bright smile on her face resembled an innocent town girl instead of a great seductress.
"You look great with both, Aunty", a boy answered causally, while browsing through a big book laid on his lap.
The beauty pouted. "But I can't wear both. I need to choose. What do you say, sweetie?", she asked a little girl.
The girl was standing in front of the dressing table. As the woman called her, her frame shook and something fell back on the table. Without looking back, she shouted: "Blue! Blue of course, mommy. I don't like pink."
The beauty chuckled. "Of course my baby girl won't like pink! Too ordinary for you, right? But what are you doing over there?"
Like a deer caught in the spotlight, the girl stiffened. "Nothing, mommy! Really nothing."
"Oh, really?", the beauty asked with sparkling eyes and inched closer to her daughter. "Why don't you turn around and tell me the truth?"
Knowing that there is no escape, the girl swallowed her saliva and slowly, very slowly turned around. When she was fully turned, she lifted her face.
A brilliant laugh exploded out of the beauty's mouth. "Oh, sweetie! How - how did you end up like this?!"
While the girl's eyebrows and cheeks were colored in a gaudy red, her black 'lipstick' covered her face up to her snub nose. Seeing her mother laugh at her, she angrily frowned and stamped her foot. "That isn't funny!"
Trying hard to stop her laughter, the beauty affirmed: "I know, I know, sorry, sweetie! Let me help you clean it up!"
With a snort the daughter showed her annoyance for such lack of sympathy and turned away. "No! Ethan will help me! Right, E?"
The boy closed the book on his knees. "Of course."
Swaggering out of the room, the little girl didn't notice the slight disappointment that crossed the beauty's face.
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"Milady." It knocked on the door. Katherine yawned and looked at the window. When did the sun rise so high? It must be noon already. Without her noticing it, Foseti had freed itself from her hug and was shewing on some grain placed in a bowl in a corner of the room now. It knocked again.
Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Katherine stood up slowly. She had the feeling that she dreamed about something sad, as there was still some melancholy left, but she couldn't remember what it was. Shaking her head, she forgot about it. In the last few weeks it was normal for her to wake up sad or even crying.
The healing-magic had taken a toll on her body, but it was way better after the nap. She opened the door for Hazel, who she had recognized by her voice, and was pleasantly surprised by the scent of food in the air.
"Thank you." The maid placed the tray on the little table next to the door and Katherine sat on one of the two matching chairs. In a big bowl was leek soup, in two smaller ones salad and rice pudding. "That's too much for me. Why don't take a seat and eat with me, Hazel?"
"That wouldn't be appropriate.", Hazel objected uneasily.
"I won't tell anyone.", Katherine smiled and patted the other chair. "Come on."
There was much more to know about the Earl, his mansion, and the servants. She was curios if anybody knew about this so-called 'friend' of the Earl.
Hazel sat down but let her hands rest in her lap, indicating that she still didn't want to eat. Katherine let it slide. "Tell me more about you. Like, who are your friends in the mansion, what do you like to do, and is there anyone special to you."
The last question made Hazel blush until her cheeks were as red as her hair. "N-no, there is nobody, Milady."
Taking a spoonful of her soup, Katherine had her fun teasing the older one. Somewhat like a sister, she thought. "Oh, come on. Everybody has someone. Maybe he is just good-looking or is nice to you. Or maybe he has a thing for you and you… what's wrong?"
Hazel had clenched her dress in between her hands, the gaze lowered. "I... don't want to talk about it, Milady. Please."
Slowly, Katherine lowered her spoon. She didn't think her question would touch such a sore spot in Hazel. To be exact, she thought nothing about it while asking. It was just curiosity. Now, however... Had the mistreating Hazel experienced something to do with sexual harassing? Rightful outrage filled Katherine's soul. Whoever dared to bully her maid, she would squash them. But before that... "Relax, Hazel. I won't force you to talk about it. But if you need help with something or someone to talk to, tell me. I hope you can see me as a friend some day." Surprised but still wary, Hazel blinked up to her. "... Thank you, Milady." "You're welcome." Katherine started eating again. "Can you answer the other questions then? About friends and what you like to do in your free time. Are there any nice spots around here?" Relieved, Hazel nodded. "You could say I'm friends with the cook. However, all servants other than me are past their fifties, so real friendsh
Although the mansion was gigantic, most of the rooms were empty shells. Well maintained, but otherwise forgotten. The only exception was the dining room she visited the day prior. "How long does the earl live here again?", she asked her two guards, who, after longer inspection, didn't seem to be as bad as she thought. "Almost two years.", the bigger one, Pete, replied. "And he never held a ball or social gathering or whatever?" "Never." "Any visitors?" "Only two were received by him personally: prince Aston and you, milady." "If you can call that personally.", she grumbled. She'd thought about bypassing the earl and finding someone else to help her reclaim her freedom in the row of his visitors. Without social gatherings, however, he really left her with no choice. "I don't want to seduce that demon." "What did you say, milady?", Hazel asked innocently. Katherine blushed. "I said... I want to search that dungeon
"Do you know the sound of a pig being slaughtered?", Frey asked and scooped the soup into his mouth. "I think I head one tonight. Couldn't sleep because of the squealing." Some heads nodded approvingly. Frey hopefully made puppy-eyes at the girl by his side "C'mon, Lady Kathrine, let's look for the corpse. It might still be out there!" He always had the weirdest hobbies. Or maybe he just used every possible way out of boredom. Katherine raised her head, her face uneasy, but serious. "I'm sorry, it is too dangerous. I can't let you into the forest…" Into the forest… into the forest…, the leaves whispered back. There was a clearing with a creek flowing between the weed. It was a hot summer day and birds flocked in the higher branches of the trees all around, singing mourning melodies. A little girl in a white summer dress played the flute to accompany them. She sat on a stone near the water, her black hair swaying softly with the wind.
With the breakfast came the notice about the earl accepting her conditions. Katherine breathed a sigh of relieve, only to get nervous right afterwards. Her first date! What to do, what to do?!One look at Hazel, who was like a quiet, confused mouse today, made her realize that she couldn't expect any help from her side. After thinking about it for the whole night, she felt regret for her harsh words. She already wanted to apologize, but as she observed Hazel longer, she saw that the pensiveness in her maid's eyes seemed to outweigh the hurt and desolation. Could Hazel really learn from that? Hesitatingly, she decided to wait it out.Katherine was clear about how little Hazel could help her with the preparations anyway. The maid nearly fled as she tried to talk about the topic 'love'. She didn't want to scare her off even more. Once a day already seemed to be more than she could take.So, everything about how to seduce the earl was stuck on her. Because of
The slow descend of the earl made the pressure increase exponentially. It was as if he wanted to vent all his displeasure on Katherine solely by this deafening silence. When he reached the last step, Katherine felt as if a ton of pressure was pushing her down towards the floor. Yet she persisted. She might not be able to raise her head and stop her legs from trembling though. Biting her lower lip, she told herself that her dress was only the fist try. She didn't know his preferences yet, so she couldn't act to fulfill them. Trial and error. Make it better next time. And she still had an whole hour to find at least one thing he liked. Now was her chance. Wasting even one second of that precious time on self-pity over her failure was dumb. The last thought spurted her courage. No time for hurt and anxiety. Act now. "Milord." She curtsied. "Thank you for coming." Silence again, as he stared at her with his deep red eyes, giving no indication that he want
But the following sentence made her dismiss the thought. "That's too annoying. Just take a bunch of all of them."Taking all would confuse the meanings. They didn't match. Maybe it was just coincidence that he choose the offensive flowers after all. An earl wouldn't waste his time to learn the flower language, right?Convinced by her own logic and too relieved to be on guard anymore, she gave in and stretched out her hand to the daffodils. "Well, okay. They don't look that bad all together. Help me plug them, please."Behind her back, the earl had a hard time trying not to laugh. She fell for his scheme and was picking the daffodils herself now! It really was a sight to behold.Of course, he himself stretched his hand to the peony, not one of these with bad meaning. Just as his long fingers touched the stem, his face fell. A tendril of darkness escaped from his flesh, digging into the flower, spreading until the whole blossom was shrouded in black. In a m
Hearing the deep voice of the man so near caught her off-guard. She shrieked and jumped a step back, lowering her hands in the process. Still, she couldn't bring herself to look at his face. "N-no! I... I'm not! It was an... an accident!"Thinking swiftly in her panic, she caught onto a straw of hope. "it's all because you didn't let me out, so I couldn't see the location beforehand!"Accusing other people seemed to be the best solution, only that her voice was too high and as shaky as her knees.He was so close, too close. And there was something different about him, making her out of breath. She couldn't tell if it was anger, but if it was, it was different from the cold one before. This one made her feel weak and totally helpless, her back already pressed against the nearest bush."Oh, really?", he replied, stretching his words. He tried to resist the urge to step forward again, to corner her in between the bush and himself. Don't go near, don't touch
The earls steps paused. Did he hear it right? The girl called his name as high-pitched as a frightened little squirrel, but still loud and clearly. Nathaniel. There weren't many who dared to call him like this. He didn't want her to do it, it would only complicate their relationship. On the other hand however...He gripped the handrail tightly. His chest hurt. He didn't want her to do it, but he didn't want her to stop either. It felt like something long forgotten was slowly and painfully awakened again. A strange yearning made him not want to stop the process, although rationality told him, the thing inside his chest would only bring him bad luck and endless pain.Torn in between, he decided to ignore it for now. Maybe she will stop then. So, without reacting to her call, he began to climb the steps again, turning to the left at the end of the stairs and vanishing into the corridor leading to his study.Katherine decided for herself, no reaction was a good reac