Andrew prepared himself for the worse last evening.
Andrew had his things packed in a cloth.
His father came outside the house together with Andrew.
His son, They hugged each other and paid his last farewell to each other and made a promise to meet each other again someday.
The soldier opened the door of the carriage for him to entered.
Andrew sat inside and the same soldier closed the door.
When the door closed, he felt like someone has locked him in a luxury cage made of gold.
And he was the pretty bird bonded to take away one day.
"All set in the back!" Came the loud voice of the soldier.
"Depart"
The carriage started moving forward. Andrew leaned outside the window a little to look at his father for the last time.
His father cried and hid his tears.
Andrew looked outside from the moving carriage.
He sat quietly for few hours, but soon tears started filling his eyes on which he controlled till now.
The winds cold blowing outside but his eyes were hot from the tears he was controlling.
He controlled them again and looked outside the window again, he thought
'my tears will only make me weak, and what's the use'
The big tress moved backwards as he moved forward in the carriage, the sky was clear, birds flew happily in the free sky and he felt trapped in his own faith.
He wanted to run, open the door of the moving carriage and jump down, but he couldn't do that.
He felt helpless.
He held his hands together in his lap and just rubbed them in aggressive motion.
Tears came flowing out, making his eyelashes wet.
Sliding down from his cheek.
Drip
Drip
The tears fell on his hands which he held in a fist on his lap.
He didn't wanted to cry, so to distract himself,
He looked inside the carriage which he haven't noticed till now.
He gaze travelled in each and every corner of the carriage, so he can prepare himself for the life inside the mansion.
He thought it is useless to look outside and hope.
'a helpless hope'
The carriage was luxurious and had gold decorated on the walls of the carriage, the sit was comfy, soft and clean.
His clothes which he wore in the carriage was dirty and full of mud and plus it was smelly, he felt guilty for destroying the fragrance and the sit
He mumbled to himself "sorry"
It has been two days since he left his house and his old father alone.
It was evening now and he was still in the moving carriage.
His village was left behind a long time ago.
He left his village few times but he was never been this scared.
Soon night arrived, the full moonlight shined through the carriage window and onto his face.
The full moon means the night of the dark and magic.
People avoid getting outside on the night of full moon.
The dark creatures come out from the shadows.
Witches does their magic.
And it is said that on full moon night the dark creatures are the strongest.
And he was born on full moon night.
The dark creatures howling from depths of the night.
Their howl getting loud and louder
And it sounded like a group of Lycans.
Despite all this the carriage did not stopped it's movements.
Andrew did not slept, this night too.
He was terrified and very scared, his body shivered in fear not from cold of the night.
Who knows when they are on the bad luck.
'They are not coming this way right?' He thought non-stop.
When the voices stopped at the time of dawn and it was foggy outside, the roads which headed through the deep shade forest was not clear, at a distance, it was white. Like clouds fell down from the sky.
He was feeling really sleepy now, he haven't slept for four nights.
He lay down in a small corner and fell asleep on the comfy sit and held himself in one place like a little cat trying to warm himself up.
Morning arrived.
They have already reached the gates of the Castle and the lady waited specially for his arrival.
The carriage stopped in front of her and one soldier got down from his horse and came to open the door of the carriage.
The soldier who opened the door "ahhh the smell"
The lady glared at that soldier, the soldier soon realised that he had angered her, his quick apologize escaped from his lips.
"I am sorry my lady" noticing the fact that this boy is special to the lady.
Turning her head to where the boy was she thought to herself 'I waited for him, I, Lady Isabelle and here, he was sleeping in front of the me, in a corner like a cat'
A smirk shined on her goddess like face.
The general suggested "shall I wake him up, my lady"
"No need, let him sleep"
"Prepare a hot bath for my cat and do respect him, he will work here, under me now"
The soldier's eyes flew wide open, they all exchanged glances with each other.
The general thought to himself 'Cat!!!!! Her lady's cat!!!?'
'How lucky'
She looked over to her right hand.
Her right hand Joseph was a straight, tall guy, her close servant, but their relationship looked more close than just a servant and a lady's relationship. He is the strongest fist fighter and greatest swordsman in the kingdom.
He has big scary scars on his beautiful attractive face, his one scar cutting from his right side of his face going across his lips ending on his chin, and another one starting from his forehead going across his eyes ending on his cheeks,
He always stayed with the lady.
Joseph never said much, if someone heard him, what a luck!! because he only speaks or answers to Lady Isabelle.
Secret mission was done by him, murder, gathering information whatever the lady asked him to do, without any question or doubt, he does the work.
"Joseph pick him up, and take him to the room, I prepared specifically for him and be sure not to wake him up"
Joseph picked him up gently in his arms, making sure that he doesn't wake up.
The lady walked inside the castle with her head high and a strong unshakeable vibe that anyone from a far can recognise that she is not someone you can mess with, her steps being followed by her right hand Joseph with sleeping Andrew in his arms and her 20 maids.