His body was shivering because of the fear, when he saw her bathing in the blood.
He was not scared of darkness which was present in those never ending corridors, but he was scared of her, the women bathing.
Andrew did not recognised her, but he felt as if she was someone he knew, but who?
And that feeling terrified him even more.
He noticed that his body was covered by blanket.
Surprise,
He looked around himself.
"Where am I"
The room was decorated in red, everything red and dark.
The windows not opened, closed dark coloured curtains blocking the light coming from outside.
He was lying on a very big and luxury bed, decorated with gold and diamonds.
"Am I hallucinating?"
Andrew asked himself, looking around.
He heard the sound of heels heading to his direction for one second, he was scared, Is that she, her?
To his surprise,
Isabelle came in his sight.
"Did you enjoyed, sleeping on my bed?"
She said leaning against the door.
"My Lady!!!!!!!"
Andrew said in a happy tone.
That she was not the one whom he saw, bathing in blood and that he was save and alive, breathing oxygen.
He sat down on the bed like a child, who was very happy on getting a treat and as he smiled, his warm smile, his eyes would shine like the two curled moon in the night sky.
"Wow!? You are happy? After seeing me, okay, that's new"
Isabelle questioned him in a surprise tone and teased him a little.
That Andrew was not scared, but happy after seeing her approaching him.
In slow cat like movements, she headed towards him with holding a villain like smile on her face.
She came close to the bed and stood beside it.
Soon his face turned into a confused one, Andrew was confused, on the fact that he was sleeping on her bed, but he was not a fool, that he can not understand that something had happened to him and that's the reason, why he have been brought to her Lady's room.
The head mistress with her servants entered her room with a cup of juice for Andrew, they stood in a corner, waiting when they need to serve.
"Juice, my dear?"
Pointing her hand towards the waiting servants.
Isabelle asked him, but something malice hid under her voice.
"Oh! Or milk, you need power and support to your body" she clapped her hands and made a expression like 'yes I know'
Her voice was getting unknowingly terrifying.
"Go bring, a glass of warm milk for him"
She waved her hand, facing the maids and The maids took their bow and left, they looked like they were in a hurry or was they were scared.
Now they were alone again in the big room.
Andrew felt chills coming down his spine even when he was covered by the blanket. The temperature dropped somehow in the room.
He turned his face from the door to Lady Isabelle and she was already staring down at him.
Isabelle leaned towards him and keeping her finger under his chin, she lifted his face up and making a eye contact.
"Do you want to tell me, some stories of your village life"
Her eyes putting a unknown pressure on him.
And if he don't answer he will be buried.
"Ahh, I have a father and I am the son of a farmer, I mostly stay alone, I had a puppy–"
Breaking the eye contact with her, he said looking at the window near him.
Because it was too pressure full for him and because of the eye contact, he was nervous.
His answer made her chuckle, lightly.
"That I already know Andrew, tell me what happened the day after you received my letter"
Her grip on his jaw tighten even more, now her nails was digging into Andrew's face.
"My.....lady"
Because of the pain, he tried convincing her to let go of his jaw.
But she didn't, her eyes deepen even more in colour, because Andrew was still not speaking.
"I...."
He stopped his words as if he was thinking about what to say to her, he have to speak something.
He have to.
"I had a fight with my father and I packed my bags"
He put more detail about what happened at that time.
"That's it?"
Isabelle asked him, in a low, calm tone, but that tone was like a silence before the storm.
A long silence fell in the room.
"That's..... it?"
She asked him again, her tone was like as if she trying to control herself from hurting him.
"Yes, you..... wanted to know what happened, so this what happened"
He answered her once again, trying make her take this answer.
He was afraid now, he thought,
It was better, when he was lost in the unknown corridors, finding his way.
"You also know what I am asking from you, so stop turning my words around"
She tried talking to him again,
She laughed under her breath, she turned her face away from him and rolled her eyes.
She signed and smiled, a faint smile
She freed his face from her clutches and walked away from him, leaving him sitting on the bed.
Where she held him on the face, that area had became red and marks of her nails can be seen.
She trailed her hands on the cupboard present in the room and picked up a vase in her hands
"Why are you protecting them?"
She asked again, hearing no reply from him.
She smashed it on the wall.
"WHY!!!!!!!?"
The pieces of the vase came flying towards him.
Andrew shivered in fear, his face showing full signs of fear on it.
His hands griping on the corners of the blanket, tighten and his feets felt numb.
"If you won't tell me, who, then I will burn the whole village down!!!"
"Better right, Andrew?"
She asked him in a sinister way.
In fear and her raised voice.
Andrew started crying, he earsed his tears with the back of his hand.
Seeing Andrew cry, Isabelle signed and held her head as If her head was hurting,
"Go"
She said in a low tone.
But he sat there crying, and his eyes terrified.
"I said, GET OUT!!"
she raised her voice, trying to reach him.
Andrew climbed down from the bed and ran away crying.