Elise continued to look at the window where the patio was and her eyes stared at the sky that had turned gloomy with the Winter coming along. It was good that she had knitted a cloak for Hallow, thought Elise to herself. If the winter was harsher, she was afraid the grim reaper would die out of coldness. Before she lived in Scott' House and sold as slave, Elise knew how cold would feel especially the coldness of water in Winter.

It was memories of ten years ago and she didn't try to remember the bad memories but seeing the clouded sky she remembered that one day when the sky was as gloomy as today. The little Elise went out of the small house when she was told to wash clothes in the running river. At that time the winter had began and all water was freezingly cold but Elise was afraid she would be thrown away from the house that coldness didn't matter to her. But instead the same night, she was thrown from the house away to her aunt Angelica who had sold her to the slave merchant.

Elise closed her memory short. It happened ten years ago and she wouldn't dig the old wound and scars that stayed years ago. She managed to be here now although there were many people she lost along the line, and for the people she treasured who were gone now she had to become stronger, thought Elise.

Far from where she was, her blue eyes could see clear through the glass to the forest that was adjacent to the castle. She hadn't yet open the window but somehow the weather had feel chilly to her in the room and it could be because of how there was no lights in the room.

Elise pulled the curtain slightly to make a place for the light to enter and her feet padded down the carpet to take the candleholder and she began to search for the matches box. When Elise took a few steps away from where the patio was and slowly search the cupboard near the curtain she realized that there was no matches box and thought that she should go outside and search for one.

It wasn't long since the court start and she doubted it would be a brief one. Her shoes clinked on the carpeted floor and her body walked to the door. Turning the door knob, her eyes stopped at the maroon vest in front of her.

"Are you thinking of running away, Elise?" came Ian's voice above her head, Elise want to take one step back but when she craned her neck and stared at Ian's red eyes, she recalled of what happened in the gallery and her step that were about to move back halted and went back to the other side of her leg.

Ian didn't miss what she did, he never missed anything when it comes to her but that's not the only extent. There was never anything that his red eyes never catch.

Ian pulled his smile, just one corner and the smile was devilish, "You have learned your lesson well, I see." There was delight evident on his voice and he took one step closer for Elise to move back and make way for him to enter.

Once he entered he closed the door behind him but that wasn't all. Elise heard a click sound as if the door was locked and she found herself gulping at the sound. She stared at the door in mixture of confused and surprise. How did the door closed? She asked herself before she remembered that Ian's magic was never short in anything. It made Elise to wonder to what extent Master Ian could do?

"Come here." Ian called her and Elise, who saw Ian taking a seat on the same couch where she had seated before felt her cheeks redden at the recollection of her last visit to his room.

Elise found herself tightening the hold on her the candleholder she placed in front of her waist when watching Ian pulling his necktie aside before his long and large fingers swiftly went to make himself an air from the clothes. Two buttons of his shirt from the top had been left unbuttoned, letting his taut muscles on his chest to sneak out from his chest.

"Why did you lock the door, Master Ian?" asked Elise, breaking eye contact from the skin peeking out from the shirt that looked slightly tanned to look at the door behind her.

Ian chuckled at her, "You'll know the answer later. What we are about to do know is a thing I would like to do in private. Just between us." and on his words, Ian could see how Elise's innocent cheeks getting redder at his words. He knew how to pressed his words, bringing his tone long at the word private enough for Elise to understand the words clearly and took a good two seconds in silence.

Elise was still a girl who was yet married, a virgin. The words about art of seductions are always kept secret and often seen as a taboo in the village so the children would often be kept silent of the night activities. Elise was one of the children. Mr. and Mrs. Scott had kept everything silent just like others parents in the village would. But it didn't meant the whispers didn't reach her ears.

She had often heard vague whispers about it. Of what happened between a woman and man inside a locked room and with the way Ian had pointed his words, Elise's mind couldn't help but wonder if that was will take place now? But she wasn't married yet with Ian nor her feeling had been resolved or replied.

Ian could tell how Elise's mind began to wonder. He dislike having her head somewhere in the clouds when he was right in front of her now but he noticed that each time her mind began to wonder, Elise's heart rate increases. A hitch went on her heartbeat and her eyes that stared at him quivered.

The reaction only had Ian to run his tongue over his lower lips in action to moisten his lips.

Ian brought his leg over another, crossing it with his elbows brought to rest on his lap and his fingers interlocked. "What are you thinking, Elise? Something fun?" He teased and at his question Ian heard how her heartbeat almost jumped that had him worry a little that she would pass out if it continued.

"Master Ian, what will you do to me?" asked Elise and her innocent question only receive his laugh.

Ian covered his lips, his legs uncrossed and he stood from the couch that Elise finally took notice of how the couch was in a dark olive in color that left unnoticed by her at night without the lights. His shoes make a thud sound and each time the sound get nearer, Elise had to fight with her own legs that threaten to move back.

Ian stopped just one shoes step away from her, his hand reached out that felt cold when it reached her chin and Elise heard him hum, "What a very interesting question. Is that the first thing you really think you should question me? Not if whether I would kill you, sweetheart?"

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