Slave To The Fang

21, A suspicious meeting.

Kyryaan's POV

I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned and turned but I couldn't sleep. I couldn't get her out of my head. Her eyes, her mouth, the way her mouth quirked up when she wanted to say something and the way fire lit up so bright and tempting in her eyes when she was being feisty.

What was this obsession?

She was a slave. I didn't like the whole slave system but it was there. She was a slave, I was Lord. To be honest it didn't really matter as many masters had found mates and beloveds in slaves. Beloved...was she...no.

It couldn't be. There had to be some special sign right? Not merely attraction. Yes, I knew now that I was fiercely attracted to her, Gale...Flower but I doubted it was the bond of soulmates. I had seen my brother Lucien with his Beloved Camilla. Their bond was out of this world. I doubted that I felt that for someone I just met.

But what if? A small voice in the back of my head asked.

No. I couldn't just go around thinking every girl was my beloved. Heavens, was I that starved of love? And yet I knew something was changed. It is said that being depressed is like being colorblind in a world full of color. I had loved my life that way. Well not loved. More like I had been content with it that way. Hell, I had even gotten used to it but the second I met her, when I was with her...in those few minutes, my life had been surprisingly flooded with color and though blinding and strange, it was the most beautiful thing.

In so short a time, I was obsessed with that feeling and I wanted more.

I would deal with all of this in the morning. If only I could get myself to sleep urgh!

I tried all there was to try. Really, I did. But by the time the cocks crowed in their coops and the crickets stopped chirping, I had not slept, and I was in a mood. It was silly really. When a man was troubled like me, it made sense that sleep sometimes eluded them. But for sleep to elude me because I didn't know how to react to a woman was unheard of. It had never happened.

I got out of my bed, wrapped one of my robes around my body and walked barefooted to one of the window sills in my room and leaned on it. I wasn't really even doing anything at all. I was just staring outside aimlessly.

When the sun finally peaked from below the mountains, shining its heavenly light on Lakaiyah, I heard some activity start around the mansion. It was not fully out yet so I knew most nobles would not be awake unless they had something important that they were doing or to do. I still stayed by the sill, lost in wandering contemplations.

What on earth was I going to do about the suspicions with the witches in the east. It had only been a few days but I expected to have some report or another.

Knock knock knock.

The sounds sounded at my door and I turned a lazy head towards the locked door. I sighed, scratched the back of my head and padded towards the door silently. I swung it right open to reveal an already dressed Lord Mba, with a tray holding blood and some whiskey.

"Good morning My Lord." The man greeted with a small bow. I tilted my chin and opened the door wider, an invitation for him to come in.

"It's too early for a morning visit Lord Mba." I commented dryly as I walked back into the room, leaving him to follow me and lock the door behind him. I heard the door lock behind me just as I was sitting on one of the forward large chairs in my room that faced a small couch and one other chair, separated by a small table in the middle.

"I brought you some blood My Lord." He replied instead and I just stared at him blankly. He walked over towards the other chair and tilted his head expectantly. I nodded, an indication for him to sit down. I crossed my legs over one another as he placed the tray on the table. I eyed the blood and decided, why not? I was in a mood already anyway. Might as well get some nourishment.