"Lord Thomas Baron ..." Steward Trick reported as he took the whip the Baron handed him, "The Duke of Wales has just sent a gift, you see?"
"What gift?" Thomas asked in a hushed voice as he unfastened the cloak around his body and loosened the buttons of his white shirt. Inadvertently, he slightly furrowed his shapely brows and pursed his thin lips into a straight line.
"It's ten beauties. According to the Duke of Wales himself: there is the passionate and spirited type, the playful and cute type, and the amorous type, while their respective connotations need to be developed by you yourself, my lord, so I hope that the Baron is having a good time tonight." Butler Trick said while wearing a smile like he was watching a good show. Every now and then, he sneaked a glance at Thomas' handsome side face.
It is no wonder that since this young, handsome Baronet Lord Thomas was sent from England to Ireland, the men in this neighbourhood with a little status have felt a strong threat and pressure, and will try to do everything to please openly and sabotage secretly; and the women in this neighbourhood seem to be crazy, crawling forward and backward to this castle, and more importantly, they want to climb into this Baronet Lord's ... bed!
"Well, Mrs Cooley from the kitchen came in yesterday complaining about needing help, so it would be good to send someone there. Besides, if it can't be arranged, the farm is big enough to be a good place to go." Thomas's otherwise furrowed brow soothed a little, thinking that his suggestion was indeed a good one: since someone was willing to send slaves over, pretty girl or not, it would be better to send them back than to keep them to add to the labour force.
"Oh, well, I'll order it right away." Steward Trick received Thomas's cloak and turned around to ask the manservant to send over wine, then couldn't help but sigh a little for those ten new beauties. Just now when those beauties were sent here, they were all still tilting their heads and posing in a provocative manner, thinking that they were proud that they could come to Baron Thomas's castle; now if they knew that they themselves were just a life as an underling, or even as a slave, I don't know if they regretted squeezing their heads to come here, and thought that they should still be at ease and be a bit better as the Duke of Wales's mistresses.
"Get on with it, I'm going to rest." Thomas finished the wine in his hand in one drink, put down the crystal wine glass and walked towards his bedroom upstairs with elegant and steady steps. This hunting was really a bit of a bummer, those hares seemed to be deliberately against themselves, they all hid and didn't come out, only three pheasants were shot after a whole day of running.
"Yes, Lord Baron Thomas, the bath water will be sent up immediately." Butler Trick bowed and curtsied to the Baron Lord on the stairs, while afterwards he immediately ordered the people to prepare the bath water.
"Ah ..." Erin felt like she was in a free fall, plummeting downwards from the height of twenty floors. Damn the safety rope actually broke, as a stunt double of his own although I know that the work is to sell their lives, but I really did not think that only twenty years old himself is going to fall into a meat cake, that would be how ugly ah!
"Puff," Instead of the pulverising pain of feeling your body hit the road or something else, there was a muffled thud as if you had fallen on something soft. Before Irene had time to open her eyes, she reached down and felt around for a soft, silky fabric. Could it be that the safety mat underneath had caught her? Thank goodness for that.
Erin lay in place with her eyes closed and gave a heartfelt prayer and thanks to all the gods her heart could think of before taking a deep breath and slowly opening her eyes.
"Ugh!" The sight before her froze Erin for a few minutes. Although it was dark to see clearly, it clearly didn't look like the large street downstairs where she had fallen, but a large room with old, dim decorations; what she was sitting on underneath her bum wasn't an inflatable cushion, but a large, European-style bed; and more crucially, there were no staff or fire trucks or ambulances coming to the rescue around, ah!
Irene once again looked around the room where she was: the room is very large but not much furniture, the head is a European chandelier, but under the eight lamps are not electric bulbs but eight thick candles; one side of the wall hanging crossbows and arrows and a deer's head, obviously decorative; on the other side of the fireplace is a large fireplace, there is no fire in the fireplace, the black hole of the somewhat discreet; not far away from the front of the table, there is a round table, the table cloth pattern is very fine; the floor is covered with a thick wool carpet, but it seems that the preparation method is backward, so the carpet looks rough but very clean. There was a round table not far in front of it, and the tablecloth on the table was beautifully patterned; the floor was covered with a thick woolen carpet, but it seemed to have been prepared in a backward manner, so that the carpet looked very rough, but very clean.
But ... where is this? Obviously, I fell down from the outside of the building, how come I opened my eyes and was in such a strange room? Or was it that her head or eyes were broken from the fall and she was hallucinating, seeing things that weren't real? Thinking of this, Erin closed her eyes again and carefully took deep breaths, hoping that when she opened them again she could see something normal and familiar.
Thomas was sitting in the tub, comfortably soaking in a hot bath, when he heard a muffled sound from the bedroom, as if something had landed on the bed. Frowning a little, Thomas stood up from the barrel and pulled a bath towel aside to wrap it around his body. He thought it must be Mrs Cooley's big fat cat, who all day long, apart from stealing food in the kitchen just liked to find a comfortable and soft place to sleep, and had already snuck into Thomas's bed for I don't know how many times before. So this time, Thomas was going to give that cat a bit of credit for not always stepping on his bed with his four fat, dirty scratches.
Pushing the bathroom door open, Thomas headed straight across the centre sitting room towards the bedroom. Quickly unlocking the bedroom door, Thomas made it to the bed in a few steps, he couldn't let the fat cat hear the commotion and throw it off again this time.
Looking down, Thomas was the first to see a tuft of black fur, long and glossy. But ... how did it suddenly get so long! Thomas clearly remembered that it was just a tabby cat, it wouldn't have such a solid colour of black fur.
"What are you?" Thomas finally saw a small woman's face in the already smashed and messy pile of silk duvets and feather pillows on the bed, and her petite body was sunk most of the way in because of the soft mattress, which is why Thomas didn't instantly discern that it was a person.
"Ah!" Erin, who was closing her eyes in an attempt to disappear the hallucinations in her head, was startled by the sudden appearance of the male voice, but still didn't open her eyes and continued to think that it was another hallucination she was having. Because the male voice she heard was actually speaking English! As far as she knew, except for the director who liked to say a few words of "OK" and "GOOD", it seemed that no one in their crew loved to speak English. Although Irene had majored in English in college, as an understudy, did she have English dialogue?
"Get up and answer me." Thomas's voice got a few notches louder, subconsciously assuming that this was supposed to be one of the gifts from Wales, he just didn't know how the woman got here and actually climbed right into bed while he was in the shower.
"Huh?" This time Erin thought she heard him clearly, and it wasn't like she was hallucinating. The English-speaking man had a very magnetic voice and a pure British accent that was pleasant to listen to. Opening her eyes and sitting up, Erin looked over towards the person who was making the noise, only to be even more dumbfounded all of a sudden.
In front of this is ... the leading man of the play, right! I have always heard that the leading man of this play is a European handsome man, but I heard that has been playing a big name did not come and have not seen, and now Irene is to see live. Handsome looks but the contours of the face is very soft, not like the general European knife and axe so deep; amber pupils in the deep eye sockets more profound; high nose but not nasty eagle hook nose, lips are very thin, but super stylish ah!
Half-length light golden hair slightly with moisture, occasionally there are a few drops of naughty water droplets from the tips of the hair dripping on his white skin; bare upper body with broad shoulders, showing a beautiful collarbone; not a trace of flab on the body is not very burly, but every muscle carries endless tension; pectoral muscles perfectly shaped not to mention that even those few neatly packed abdominal muscles are so enticing, but it is a pity that the last two abdominal muscles are blocked by a white bath towel to block, further down ...
Ugh, Erin huffed a little, and after a couple of sweeps back and forth across the washcloth came to one conclusion: beautiful man! No wonder it was worth it to play the big shot, it was so handsome!
"Come on man!" Facing the woman in front of him, who was drooling at him, Thomas growled with immense annoyance, while coming to the bed and pulling a rope tied to the bed, the rope that could pull the bells in several major places in this castle, and the butler or a superior servant would come over right away when they heard it.
"Baron Thomas ..." Butler Trick came over immediately when he heard the bell, and also entered the room were two upper class manservants. But were somewhat at a loss for words when they saw Baron Thomas, wearing only a bath towel, being confronted by a woman on the bed.
"Trick, I think you forgot to do a head count, and there's one missing here." Thomas yelled at Trick, pointing at Erin on the bed, and even more so, Trick's steward was so confused that he half-heartedly tried to answer.
Irene, on the other hand, was staring at her eyes not understanding that this was the scene that the director had arranged? He did not have a script in hand and did not know the lines, how should he play the scene?
"Don't take it away yet." Seeing the few people in the room all staring at him with such innocent and clueless eyes, Thomas felt even worse, why did the people in this castle always do the wrong thing, could it be that he was usually too gentle and that was what made all of these servants so clumsy and illiterate of the situation.
"Oh, yes, yes." After thinking for a moment to understand what Thomas meant, and thinking that this should be a 'gift' from the Duke of Wales, Butler Trick heard anger in Thomas's tone, and busied himself with waving his hand to the two manservants on either side of him, signalling for them to take the person down. This time, the two male servants came towards the bed, and unceremoniously reached out and lifted Irene directly from the bed.
Irene originally one metre six two height, although not tall beauty but also is not short, but these two manservants are tall Europeans, and look also very strong, compared to Irene appears to be excessively slender and delicate. The two men on one side a will Irene's arm a pull, pull Irene shoulder raw pain, although it is acting, but Irene did not hear the director said the play, how can these two people so really hard to pull it.
Originally stubborn nature up, Irene's small waist a force, was grabbed by the two arms along the trend of a push, from the hands of the two valets slipped away, the person also jumped from the bed to the ground, staring at a pair of black and white eyes raging around looking for the director's trace, she wanted to protest, this scene how no one to her to say on the direct shooting it, especially or she just fell down from the stairs, also did not allow her to rest a little. Rest, must be the director in order to rush the scene, while she fell faint to carry to this set.
"Director, director, come out and say, which scene is this?" Irene didn't see the director, she didn't even see the camera at all, and couldn't help but scream, "And you two, even if it's an audition or a walk-on scene, you can't be this hard, my arm is going to be twisted off by you."
When she said those two words, Irene called "Director" in Chinese and then yelled at the two unknowing manservants in English, so it sounded a bit incoherent.
And Thomas, after hearing Erin's unexplained shouting, furrowed his eyebrows a little, feeling how this woman didn't know any manners at all, but actually seemed to be shouting like a madman, and what she was yelling about in the first few words was not at all understandable, and the latter half of the sentence was also plausible.
"This young lady, please follow me, please don't disturb Baron Thomas' rest." Hearing that oriental woman's shout, and then looking at Thomas' furrowed brow, Butler Trick immediately came forward and said with a smile on his face.
"Rest? He can take a bath and rest, I've been filming for a day, hanging Via and falling, why don't I need to rest? When is the box lunch going to be sent? I'm hungry." Erin roared indignantly, roaring even louder than she had just done.
If she was not alone and had no source of living, she would have to raise her own university tuition fees; if she was not doing stand-in to make money, she still had a little kung fu background, she would not take advantage of the holidays to sell her life. Now is good, hungry, how not see the crew to send a box lunch over, understudy actors are not people ah!
"Oh, well, Miss please follow me." Trick didn't expect this Oriental maiden to be so formidable, and to be able to roar so loudly when she was hungry. He made a "please" gesture and side-stepped out of the way, indicating that Irene could follow him.
"Hmph!" Erin bristled at the manservant beside her who had just tugged at her, and couldn't help but glance at the incredibly handsome man again as she stepped away before heading for the door.
"Wait!" Thomas's voice came out of nowhere, calling out to Erin, who was about to leave ...