"Most gods throw dice, but fate plays chess, and you don't find out until its too late that he's been playing with two queens all along." - Terry Pratchett
Addeline, a feisty and free-spirited peasant lives in a complicated world. A world where vamp...
"My sincerest apology, I will not ever lay a hand on you like that again," he replies. Lord Morris smiled and dropped him.
"Now, my lady and I need to rest. We will see you in the morning, Lord Doran. Oh and please shut the door behind you." He replies as he slips in the bed with his trousers on. Lord Doran stumbled to his feet, glared at me and then shut the door. I was in shock that he made him apologize. I knew he would react that way but not humiliate the man. It made me laugh. I laid back on the bed and turned over. He wrapped his arm around me,
"Goodnight," he mumbles before snoring.
"Goodnight," I whisper before I look over at my bags. Perhaps I could read those letters. I shouldn't just in case he is a light sleeper. I remained in bed, and just before I was about to close my eyes, I heard someone near the door. I felt a little bit anxious since I do not like anyone near my sleeping quarters every since the incident. Lord Morris ordered for all movements to cease during the times I sleep to make me more comfortable. It was the sound of two footsteps near the door,
"That little bitch has him wrapped around her finger." Lord Doran whispered angrily
"Its fine, tomorrow is when we will grab her."
"That uppity bitch needs to learn a lesson." Lord Doran sneered before the two of them retreated from my door. I thought back to what Morris said about the old ways. If Lord Doran is stuck in his old thinking, then he will probably try to attack me when I am alone. Well if that's how he wants to play it, then I guess we will see who strikes who.
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"Are you sure you will be ok by yourself?" Lord Morris asks for the third time. I wanted to push the big man out the door myself, but something tells me he would be too heavy. He was standing over the bed with his suit on and Lord seal. Lord Doran had called for the meeting almost ten minutes ago, but Lord Morris was too busy asking me if I am capable of being alone.
"I assure you, I am completely fine, and I will be fine when you get back," I reply with a smile. Morris hesitates,
"Alright...but call me if you need me," he replies as he kisses my forehead and exits out the room. When the door closed, I moved the covers up and exposed the dagger that I had stashed away in my bag just in case.
Never come on anyone else's territory empty-handed. That was something I learned since traveling to the South and almost getting turned against my will. I covered it back up and went over to my bag and pulled out a letter from Rose. I opened it while sitting down on the bed,
My Dearest Favian,
I did not think it would be possible to miss you as much as I do. I think of you almost every day. I cannot wait to be back in your arms once again. I have met with one of the brothers that you mentioned. His name is Damien. He is pretty closed off and getting in his good graces may take a bit longer than planned. But worry not my love I will make him fall for me.
