Lydia refuses and tells him she'll go in when she's tired but Luther's eyebrows furrowed.
"Lydia go inside now before I lose my temper, you may catch a cold" Luther ordered.
Lydia's eyes flash with a mix of annoyance and amusement as she looks at Luther. "Very well, Master," she says, her voice laced with a hint of sarcasm. "I wouldn't want to disobey your orders and catch a cold. That would be simply devastating."
Luther's expression remains stern, but a flicker of surprise crosses his face at Lydia's use of sarcasm. He's not used to her being so... cheeky.
"See that you don't, Lydia," he says gruffly. "I won't have you getting sick on my watch."
Lydia nods, a small smile playing on her lips. "As you say, Master," she replies, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
But as she turns to go inside, Luther catches her arm, his grip firm. "Lydia," he says, his voice low and warning. "Don't think you can mock me and get away with it. I'm warning you."
Lydia's heart skips a beat as she meets Luther's stern gaze.
Lydia's seductive gaze makes Luther's eyes narrow, his smirk growing wider as he takes in her nervous bite of her lip. For a moment, they just stare at each other, the air thick with unspoken desire.
Luther's grip on her arm relaxes, but his eyes never leave hers. "Be careful, Lydia," he warns, his voice low and husky. "Your actions have consequences. You don't want to make me... disappointed."
His hot gaze roams over her face, making Lydia's heart flutter in her chest. She feels a shiver run down her spine as he leans in closer, his breath whispering against her ear.
"You're playing with fire, little one," he whispers. "Don't get burned."
Lydia's eyes flutter closed, her lips parting in a soft gasp. She feels Luther's warm breath on her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
Lydia's nervous chuckle echoes through the air as she pushes Luther away, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Master," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm just not used to... the opposite gender treating me like this."
But Luther doesn't seem to hear her apology. He ignores her words and starts walking away, his long strides eating up the distance between them. Lydia watches him go, feeling a pang of confusion and a hint of disappointment.
She takes a deep breath and calls out to him, her voice a little stronger now. "Master, wait!"
But Luther doesn't turn back. He keeps walking, disappearing into the shadows without a backward glance. Lydia's left standing alone, wondering what just happened and why she feels a little... bereft.
Luther's POV:
As I stroll through the grand halls of the palace, I can't shake off the lingering tension from my encounter with Lydia. Her nervous energy and hesitant smile still dance in my mind. I push the thoughts aside, focusing on the familiar comfort of the palace's opulent decor.
I approach my mother's chambers, intending to pay her a visit before I hunt. But as I near the door, I hear the murmur of conversation. My mother's voice is unmistakable, but the other voice is unfamiliar. I slow my pace, curiosity getting the better of me.
"...and I assure you, Your Majesty," the stranger says, "our alliance will bring great prosperity to both of us"
My mother's laughter echoes through the door, a warm, melodious sound. "I'm glad to hear that."
My interest piqued, I lean in, trying to listen more discreetly.
"You look like you will make a good wife for my son, what do you think?" Mother said confidently.
"I've been waiting for you to say that for so long Your Majesty", the stranger giggled and walked towards my mother.
The stranger's movement is fluid, almost predatory, as she approaches my mother. The sound of the hood being pushed back is like a whispered secret, and my mother's squeak of shock is a spark that ignites my curiosity.
As the stranger's face comes into view, my mother's eyes widen in astonishment. And then, it hits me - I remember that face. The heart-shaped lips, the piercing green eyes, the mischievous glint that seems to dance in their depths.
It can't be. It's impossible. But as I gaze at the stranger, I'm transported back to memories I thought were long buried. Memories of a childhood friend, a partner in crime, a sister in every sense but blood.
"Kayla?" my mother whispers, her voice trembling. "Is that really you?"
The stranger's gaze never leaves my mother's face, but I sense a flicker of awareness, a hint that she knows I'm listening. And then, she speaks, her voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spine.
"Mother," she says, the word dripping with sarcasm. "It's been far too long."
My mind reels as I try to process the implications. Kayla, the girl who vanished from our lives without a trace, is back. And she's got a score to settle.
"My...my dear Kayla," my mother stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I never thought I'd see you again. What...what brings you here?"
Kayla's gaze never wavers, her eyes fixed on my mother with an unnerving intensity. "You know why I'm here, Mother," she says, her voice dripping with malice. "I've come for what's mine."
My mother takes another step back, her eyes darting frantically around the room as if searching for an escape. I can see the fear etched on her face, and my instincts scream at me to protect her.
But Kayla's next words freeze me in place.
"You've had a good run, Mother," Kayla continues, her voice laced with venom. "But it's time for a new era to begin. And I'm not leaving until I get what I came for."
My mother's face pales, and she clutches at her throat as if struggling to breathe. I can see the panic rising in her eyes, and I know I must act quickly to prevent a catastrophe.
But then it sounds like my mother is apologizing for something I know nothing of. What's going on?