"Hello Marquis" the two girls said flirtatiously, proceeding to introduce themselves.
I forgot their names almost immediately, bored by their pushy advances. I talked with the man, whom I learned was the mayor; and also Adrienne's father. I was polite despite my blood boiling in me... this was her father who had hurt her.
The man that sent her crying to me; if you could even call him a man.
After he left, I humored the girls for a bit until I found her.
Adrienne.
My eyes locked with her as she stood alone, wearing a beautiful white gown and masque. She was an angel. How fitting.
Instantly disguarding the annoying girls that tittered at my side, touching me incessantly, I headed towards her.
She looked surprised at that. Curtsying once I reached her, I was taken aback by her introduction.
"Hello Monsieur, it quite seems you are the man of the hour".
I almost laughed at that. She sure had a bold streak.
"Oui, Mademoiselle" I replied laughing.
I commented about herself.
"I am hardly a lady Monsieur" she answered smirking, much to my surprise. It seemed that what she had implied didn't register until seconds later.
"No! T-that's hardly what I meant" she stammered. Amusement twinged through me, seeing her so flustered was endearing.
Introducing myself using my alias, she enquired about the name. I was surprised, It was uncommon for females to have such a broad range of knowledge.
"Impressive," I thought to myself.
"I'm sure you've met my sisters Mar- Azreal. Marie and Elizabeth are very beautiful".
I was taken aback at that. Those annoying blonds were her sisters? She was nothing like them.
I spoke to her for seldom five minutes before I was dragged away to dance by one of her sisters.
Leading her sister through the dance, I shrugged off her clingy attempts and ended the dance as quickly as possible.I noticed no men approached Adrienne to dance.
"How was the dance?" she asked knowingly, once I had dismissed her sister.
I smirked at her. She was certainly a little spitfire. Quiet forward despite how coy her sisters pretended to art.
Hearing her snort, I started laughing. She was very different from the stuffy townsfolk.
"Will you give me the honour of a dance Angel?" I asked her.
She answered me back with an equally witty response, informing me she didn't dance.
"Can't or Won't?" I questioned, amused.
I watched her pause before responding. "Can't".
Well that was certainly a surprise.
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Angel of Darkness (DARKNESS #1)
Fantasy(Book One in the Darkness Series) Long ago, in a small town called Asteaia, a baby - very different from any other - was born. Discarded by his mother and shunned by the town he lived in, the boy grew up in misery, darkness and pain. One day, the b...
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