"No Milady." Beatrice shook her head, as she fell onto her bed and curled herself up.
"Hmm, seems like Beatrice is not happy. Did someone take the person you got attracted to? You never can tell." Herbert said, and shrugged at Yuan who glared at her.
"Quit talking Herbert and let someone rest."
"Ouch."
Beatrice Chuckled silently hearing them banter.
It was nice to have people who cared, and people to talk to.
She liked it.
Hours Passed and the night had darkened than before, making the whole mansion silent.
Beatrice was not yet asleep. She prayed for sleep to come but it didn't.
Looking over at her sister Mel who was already asleep and snoring, she rolled her eyes and pressed her head deeper into the pillow.
"Rubbing her head on the cool and soft pillow, she heard something purr at her feet.
She stood up and frowned at the small cat that settled on her feet.
"Hey little one, how did you get in here?" She asked, picking up the white cat that had big eyes.
"Aww, Such a cute little thing. I will have to return you to your owner." Beatrice said and stood up silently.
She walked to the door and left the room.
The cat wouldn't have walked from a far place, so she decided to find the nearest room.
Switching on the lights, the room she saw was the room that divided the east wing and the south wing.
Shaking her head, she headed for the room and knocked on it.
Hearing movement, she decided to go in and drop the cat off before running to her room.
The people on the side must be women, cause there was no way a man would possess such a cute cat.
Men loved scary dogs.
Opening the door, Beatrice walked into the room and the car purred again.
"Shhh, we can not afford to be caught. I'll just have to drop... Ahhh!!" Before she could even yell, her mouth was covered and she was thrown to a soft thing and predicted to be a bed.
The lights were switched on and her eyes widened.
"Milord?"
"Hmm Beatrice, what were you searching for in my room at midnight?" The Lord of Viscoria asked, staring at her as if she has grown horns.
"Nothing Milord," Beatrice mumbled, trying to shift out of the bed but was stopped.
"Don't." That one word made her still, and she swallowed.
This man was scary as he looked at her that way, making her remember the time they had in the bath.
Her whole body vibrated in shock as she remembered how his hand held her waist so she would not slip.
Why was she even thinking about that?!
"Beatrice?"
"Huh, Mi...Lord?" She stuttered, giving him a faint smile so as not to show her nervousness.
"What were you thinking lurking around the mansion in the time of the night Beatrice?" The Lord asked, to see her frown.
"I was not lurking Milord, the cat entered my room and I wanted to return it to its owner, seems like I came into the wrong room." She answered.
"Hmm, what made you think so?"
"The Lord would not surely be the owner of a cute cat such as that?" Beatrice chuckled, to see him frown this time.
"Hmm, conclusion without a logical context..made me wonder how you were brought up Beatrice."
Beatrice didn't imagine herself sitting on the Lord's bed and exchanging words.
But then? How did the cat end up in her room? And why was it settling down on the Lord's bed?
"This...it belongs to you?" She asked, to see him nod.
"He doesn't purr on strangers, neither does it leave my room...I wonder why you would lie to me about that Beatrice. Why did you take her out of my room?"
Beatrice didn't know it would end like this. If she did, she would leave it on her bed till day and then search for its owner.
Why would she go into someone's room to take a cat?
If she wanted one, she would hurry to Nalish and take her cat.
"I have a cat Milord in Nalish, why would I take yours?" She asked with a frown.
"Hmm."
But then if the Lord was sure about his cat not purring to strangers, why did it come to her room and settled itself on her bed?
She bit her lips, as the cat moved closer to her and settled on her lap.
"Hmm. Even the cat recognizes you." He said and smiled at her.
Beatrice shook her head, ignoring the little things that rumbled in her belly for that little wide smile.
The Lord was indeed a beauty, with his Amber-Golden eyes.
This was not what she was supposed to be thinking at the moment.
Snapping out of her many thoughts, she stared at the man that didn't look like someone willing to let her go his right foot was on the bed and his hand on the headboard that was behind her head.
"Milord?" Beatrice called, blinking her eyes as he arched a brow.
"What is it, Beatrice?"
"Uhm, don't you think it's time I leave for my room? Someone might see." Beatrice mumbled, blinking her round eyes at him.
"Hmm, oh wow. I didn't know that you didn't want people to see. Okay then, if that's what you want. No one will see, after all, we're alone here." The Lord smiled.
"Huh?" Beatrice blinked again.
This was not what she meant by those words.
She wanted to leave but somehow...she wanted to see what the nasty Lord was up to.
Lord Wolfarine moved closer his face an inch from her and she moved back, till her head hit the headboard and there was nowhere else to go.
She reached for him with her hand and placed it on his chest.
"Milord?"
"Hmm, like you said Beatrice..no one will see." It was a gentle whisper and she swallowed.
She didn't know the Lord could be this gentle.
This was the same man they said could kill without remorse and watch people gnash their teeth while dying.
Before she could know it, her back was on the bed, and her eyes facing the ceiling.
TBC