His eyes are light brown almost like gold disks I was mesmerized like I was drawn into them so much so I did realize he was talking to me till I felt a splash of cold water hit my face.
The man had actually scooped up water and flung it into my face! " What the hell ! " I exclaimed using the sleeve of my dress to wipe off the cold water from my face and neck.
" Miss like I've been trying to ask , why are you here? " he said while crossing his nice size tanned arms.
"oh sorry ! " I exclaimed turning around as fast as it could . I'm stupid. I thought to my self as I cover my flushed face with my hands.
"A bit late to act bashful now ." he said with a hint amusement in his tone . " you look like you've been through hell". he stated with humor now in his voice.
With that I turn to look at him his dark eye brows scrunched up in a scow. " I'm sorry I didn't mean to ruin your evening swim !" I exclaim grabbing handfuls of the silken dress skirt trying to avoid looking at his beautiful golden brown eyes agin.
" Give me a second and I'll come closer, I dont like having to raise my voice to speak to you". he says and disappears behind a few trees.
In my head I'm freaking out the sun is setting fast and I am now alone .
"So little lady do tell me how you end up in my end of the woods ?" The tan man says popping up right behind me , which makes me scream and fall on my butt . I look at him with anger hoping he can see I didn't like his joke .
He let out a laugh which sounded real sexy I've never heard a man laugh so nicely before. I mean I've heard my father laugh a few times in my life and it was a horid. Loud snorts and spit eveytime.
" Oh um... I got lost trying to escape a pig and his puppet " I say quickly as I realized he was waiting for me to speak.
" I don't remember pigs or the wild boars being able to have puppets " said the man with a serous face like he was trying to picture a actual pig holding a puppet.
"No silly the pig is a man I just call him a pig and the puppet is his friend " I say trying to explain . " The pig man is the guy my father wants me to merry ." I continued.
The man just looked at me for a long moment like he was studying my face and pondering what to say next.
"It's to late to roam the woods to try to find your way home and by your story you most likely dont want to return home ". He states putting one hand through his dark wavy hair and gripping the back of his neck and putting his other hand on his hip .
" I really dont want to go home ." I whisper griping my skirt of my dress even tighter knowing my knuckles would be white if I could see them.
" Well then come with me and hold my hand. " he say grabbing my hand away from its spot where I clutched my skirt.
He led me away from the lake and tord the opposite direction I had come from my fathers house which was north and we where headed west .
Hand in hand walking in the pitch black darkness now since the sun has set ending the horrid day .
We finally came to a stop in a small clearing in the woods and I could see barely what appears to be a little cottage made of stone and wood.
The man led me into his home and I was surprised how homey it was it was a one bed room cottage a fire place a table and two chairs .
" miss if you wish behind that door is the bed room you can have the bed I'll sleep on the floor ." he say light up a oil lamp that sat on the table which gave the cottage a warm cozy glow.
" Please call me Katharine , and thank you " I say with a bright smile. his eyes stare into mine giving me a nod. This man is very sweet I think turning around heading tord the room and before opening the door looking back and I see him sitting at the table and starting to carve into a hunk of wood. I turn back around and walk into the room if it wasnt for the glow of oil lamp visible from the table I'd have a hard time finding the bed it was just a normal medium sized bed and a single window that let in very little light from the moon on the opposite side of the bed . I walk up to the bed and plop down on its soft feathered mattress covering up in the blanket.
As I was snuggling my body I noticed the blanked was oddly soft and fluffy nothing like my silk and cotton blanket at home then it hit me the blanket was made of fur.
I frown but I don't get up, I'm too sleepy to complain just yet , and sleepily turn on my side with one arm holding the feather pillow to my head and then drift off to sleep.