Corale looked at Vega who was looking straight at her with sincerity in her eyes. She carved a small smile, "I'm not mad."
Vega smiled too, "Then let me take you, Miss Corale~ let me carry your suitcase~" she says cheerfully.
"Eh? No need," Corale refused, but Vega grabbed her hand, led her into a black car which she believed belonged to her father, "Vega ...!"
Vega put his index finger on Corale's lips, "Shh," she whispered, "I'm stronger than you think. No need to worry~!"
Corale didn't protest anymore, let Vega carry her two suitcases, put them all in the back of the car.
Vega got into the car, sat in the driver's seat, "I'm sure you will be comfortable living in England, Miss Corale~! How about we go around first? See how beautiful the city of Oxford is~?"
Go around first? Good idea, but Corale wants to go to her father's house first to put her luggage, and if Vega knew where her father's final resting place is, she wants to go there to pray.
Unfortunately, Corale couldn't answer the offer, Vega had already stepped on the gas pedal, speeding through a busy Oxford city.
*****
"So~? Beautiful, isn't it~?"
Corale didn't answer, busy clinging to the body of the car as her legs were shaking and her head was spinning.
Vega, who saw Corale's 'pathetic' condition, scratched her reddened cheek awkwardly, "I think I'm too excited."
Corale just looked at Vega tiredly.
Since when can speeding be called excited?
"This is my second time driving a car~ it's good every once in a while," Vega explained as she clenched her fists to suppress the adrenaline that was still in her body.
What a pleasant experience.
Corale muttered gloomily. No wonder Vega's way of driving is like a raging horse. Because of this too, she couldn't enjoy the view of Oxford city as she continued to cling to horror at the way Vega drove, "Next time, don't count me in." she still loves her life, and doesn't want to pay a huge amount of health insurance.
It was also very fortunate that there were no Police to stop them considering that Vega had several times violated traffic.
Vega smiled awkwardly, then helped Corale walk through the small garden towards her 'new' house, "I will make a special tea for you as an apology, Miss Corale~"
"Hm ..." Corale just mumbled disinterestedly. The experience of being a 'tourist' was not good, she was not enthusiastic about the things Vega has to offer.
"Why are you taking so long?"
Eh?
"Where have you been, Vega?"
A deep and firm voice stopped Corale and Vega's slow footsteps instantly.
Vega let go of her hand on Corale's body as support, "I'm taking a little tour to Miss Corale. There's no other purpose, Vyrion."
Vyrion ...
Corale's aqua blue eyes locked onto the young man dressed as a butler complete with white gloves. She was amazed to see his handsome face, but what caught her attention the most was the color of his eyes which looked red ... ruby? Does he wear contact lenses? Looks beautiful and cool at the same time.
"Vyrion ..." Vyrion muttered disapprovingly, before turning his eyes towards his new potential 'friend'.
Corale gasped for a moment before averting her gaze shyly caught admiring Vyrion in secret.
Vyrion gritted his white teeth, not liking Corale's response.
"Ah ...! I forgot to introduce our new 'princess'," Vega quickly says before the situation turned even hotter, "I'm sure you already know who this beautiful lady is, right~?"
Corale glanced at Vyrion again and looked down again shyly to find out he was still looking at her. Her heart was pounding strangely, scared and excited at the same time? She didn't understand.
"I'm sure you know," Vega emphasized again, her tone more intimidating so that Vyrion realized he had made Corale uncomfortable just from his icy glare alone.
Vyrion let out a small sigh and finally introduced himself formally as promised, "Welcome home, Miss Corale. Please, let me introduce myself. I'm Vyrion, the head butler here. We've been waiting for you all this time."
Vyrion's deep voice sounded formal, and cold in Corale's ears, she herself didn't understand what she was feeling. She tried to hide it by intending to shake hands, but he took a step back, putting some distance between them as if it were a subtle form of refusal. She felt awkward at his response, her aqua blue eyes looking at her right hands that were in the air.
It's just a handshake, how about she does the introductions like she usually does in Eguisheim? He must be freaking out.
She swallowed a bitter pill and lowered her hands to her sides again.
"I'm sure you're tired. How about a little rest?" Vyrion suggested with the corners of his lips pulled up, a little amused by Corale who easily understood his intention who didn't want to be too friendly. It's like a breath of fresh air to him having a woman who understands 'their place', "and I'm sure Vega is giving you a hard time."
"Ah ..." Turns out Vyrion noticed she was tired, Corale thought he didn't like her, apparently he didn't want their introduction to take too much time.
Vyrion cared about her.
Corale knew it was strange to be happy, but she was. She showed a big smile without realizing it.
"Ah, right~! I'll make some tea too~! Or want to take a bath? I'll prepare it, Miss Corale~!" Vega suggested enthusiastically.
Corale was touched by Vega's concern, but no matter how tired she was at the moment, there was a place she needed to go, "I'm fine. How about we go to where my father's grave is?"
"Eh?"
Corale nodded. She had promised herself that as soon as she found out she was going to stay in England she would visit her father's grave, "Can I ...?" she asked sadly.
"Of course you can, Miss Corale," Vega says tenderly, "but it's best to rest first, and I'll order flowers for our visit to Mr. Laurent's grave."
Corale didn't want to prolong her visit, she nodded slightly in agreement.
Vega clapped her hands, "Then I'll prepare the flowers~ Vyrion can make tea for you, Miss Corale~" she suggested, then walked away without hearing either Vyrion or Corale's response.
Vyrion ...
Corale's body reaction instantly turned awkward. She didn't say anything, just looked at Vyrion in front of her.
Vyrion shook his head, "She did this on purpose," he muttered under his breath.
"You says something?" Corale's bold question made Vyrion's beautiful ruby eyes fall on her, her body reacted strangely again. She felt butterflies in her stomach, making her cheeks feel warm.
It's strange, they've just met, Vyrion is acting normal, tends to be cold. He wasn't her type, but what did she feel like ... longing? She wanted to ... touch him ...?
"Please come in," Vyrion invited in his dry voice, "Vega has prepared everything you could want. I'm sure you'll like it."
Corale took a deep breath, then followed Vyrion before every inch of her body reacted more irrationally. But she knew this was wrong too. She can't take her eyes off him, every little step he takes is pulling her deep into an attraction that's hard for her to understand.
What's this?