"Please let us just do what we have to before we get in trouble" l said in support of Grace. We prepared the water with lots of scents and fragrance before bringing Lady Quinn into the bath. We washed her gently and mildly before washing her hair also. We dried her and styled her hair in the most attractive way we can. She will indeed be the most beautiful ladies amongst the ladies in the feast. l secretly eyed her as l thought of Lord Quinn seeing her and accessing her beauty and elegance. If l am dressed this way too, l will look beautiful. l was jolted out of my thought by someone's voice
"Vanessa! Please get the conjugal ring from Lord Quinn's room" Bruse requested
"What?" l almost screamed not until l saw Lady Quinn's scrutinizing eyes "Alright Bruse" l said hesitantly as l found my way to Lord Quinn's room. Why the hell did Bruse choose me of all people to get the conjugal rings. Why will a wedded Lady not have her conjugal ring with her? My heart beat kept increasing as l take calculated steps towards Lord Quinn's room. I know he is in there certainly but how will l face him? l have not seen him like that since the incident and l don't want to see him. l think l need to calm myself down now because he might not even remember what transpired between us or will he? My heart was getting heavier as l got closer to Lord Quinn's room. l eventually got to his door and knocked calmly after which his deep voice resonated from the room sending chills down my spine. If his voice can scare me this much, how then will l face him?
"Come in"
"...." l opened the door with shaky hands as l feared my heart will cease at this rate. He was sitted like the god he is on his cozy cushion without a care in the world and here l am getting anxious about just facing him. Foolish me. His calm demeanour pissed me off to the extent of setting my nervousness ablaze and replacing it with anger. How dare he?
"Good day Lord Quinn, Lady Quinn asked me to collect the conjugal ring from your room. Can you kindly point out where the ring is?" His eyes pierced into me like he was looking straight at my soul and of course, l was beginning to feel nervous again. My brain was not helping matters too as it flashed our intimate position right in my eyes. Can it be any better? Hell!
"It is on the stool beside the bed" Lord Quinn said after hours of silence. l strolled to the stool trying to maintain my balance on my shaky legs. l took the box in which the ring is and chastened my steps towards the door in an attempt to run out of the room when l my hands was grasped gently but firmly. l turned abruptly to meet eye to eye with my fantasy. His eyes that does things to me.
"Do you need anything Lord Quinn?" l asked as l tried so much to pull my eyes from his captivating ones. He ignored my question and drew me closer instead. Nuzzling his nose into the crook of my nose. My anger subsided immediately as my body reacted on it's own accord arching myself to him. Why? Why can't l? Why can't l push him away? He used me as a tool of relief and he wants to use me again! He is married!
"Please Lord Quinn, don't do this to me" l pleaded as my hands shut up to his firm chest that l so much admire, trying to push him away" His face expressed shock and l felt pangs of guilty for denying him like l am his wedded wife. His eyes queried the reason for my actions as he pulled away, dissapointment evident in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but he swallowed his words. He was walked backwards dejectedly and l felt pain claw to my heart. l wanted to call him back but why should l do that? He wants to go to a festive to renew and strengthen his vow with his wife yet he wants to touch me. l felt disgust brew within me as l dashed to the door and exited his room. l calmed my raging breath before entering lady Quinn's room as l do not want anyone to be suspicious of me.
"What took you so long?" Bruse asked, exasperated
"I am sorry, Lord Quinn said he does not know where the conjugal rings are and tasked me to find it" l said, looking pointedly at Lady Quinn in an attempt to make her feel bad and it worked because her face turned red in anger immediately. The maids dare not utter a word but l know that they are trying hard to stifle their laughter. Lady Quinn wore the conjugal ring and we gave her finishing touches that once again reflected her beauty. The most beautiful wagon of the many wagons owned by The Lord and Lady was prepared for the journey. Her dress is unlike anything l have ever seen in my whole life. It effortlessly displayed wealth and elegance. It's beauty is blinding with colourful pebbles and gems occupying most of the purple coloured dress. The dress is fastened at the chest hence, straining and pushing her breasts to the surface with obviously displayed cleavage. It is also tightly fastened at the waist to show off her enviable tiny waist before flaring from waist downwards. The flare is huge and generous almost swallowing her whole. We had to lift up the flare when she was going down the stairs. When she was fully settled inside, Danielle was sent to fetch the Lord and l heaved a sigh of relief. Thank God l was not sent.
"So where are the places you checked when you were asked to look for the conjugal rings?" Lady Quinn asked out of the blue, her eyes throwing imaginary daggers at me
"Errrr___l...l__ " The question caught me off guard and l literally have no idea of what to say. l thought hard as l pictured Lord Quinn's room in my head trying to figure out places things can be kept. l was finally able to come up with something "I checked the stool beside the couch, the worktable and the stool beside the bed too"
"How is that? Gabbriel lets no one touch his worktable. How are you an exception?" Lady Quinn asked, her mood laced with suspicion.
"l do not know that he lets no one touch his worktable my Lady. l only checked his worktable because he asked me to" l defended, feigning innocence
"You need to talk about this with Lord Quinn and l" She concluded, not buying my story. l scoffed internally at her. The ever efficient investigator!
"Someone should get me a knife from the kitchen!" Lady Quinn yelled in frustration as she struggled with a stubborn thread from her cloth that attached itself to the sole of her shoe and wouldn't come off. l raced back to the house as this is an opportunity to escape Lady Quinn's straining questions. l searched for a small knife that will do her bidding and l got the right one. l turned to leave only to be scared out of my wit on seeing the person behind me. Lord Quinn was there, standing dangerously close to me. How did he get there without making a sound? Is that even possible? l thought as my mind browsed countless reasons why he is behind me. My breath ceased in my throat as l locked eyes with him. His height is intimidating and his eyes held hidden emotions but l could make out pleas in his eyes. He is pleading? Why?
"I am sorry" Lord Quinn said in his deep, monotone voice that caressed my skin in the most soothing way. 'This man is my downfall from the heights of purity' l thought.
"Sorry for what my Lo....." l began to say but was cut off by Lord Quinn in the most romantic way ever. He landed his lips on mine! Hell! My first kiss ever is from him. l stood like a statue, eyes wide opened, lips crashed together with his, mind in unexplainable heights. Then, l suddenly remembered l don't know how to kiss. l began to panic as l don't want to make mistakes and dissapoint Lord Quinn. l quickly pulled back with urgency and the words flew out of my mouth
"I don't know how to kiss, Lord Quinn. What if l bite you?" l asked in all innocence. Lord Quinn stayed silent for a moment, his eyes searching mine and when he founded whatever he was looking for, he burst into a serious feat of laughter. 'Did l say anything wrong? l was just looking out for him and all he can do in return is to laugh' l became annoyed and proceeded to go out of the kitchen but Lord Quinn was quick to hold on to my hands and spin me around. He was obviously still stifling a laughter and that only made me more annoyed