Virtue (ON HOLD)

02.

Virtue

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^ my idea of Adonis

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Word Count: 1246

~ Kyra

HOWEVER HOPEFUL I happened to be, nothing would stop those guards. At exactly five thirty on the dot, they banged my door knocker once more, even louder than the day before.

I yelled in response, to which they reacted by going absolutely silent. What a change.

Still groggy, I got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. Once done with my necessities, I chose my 'modest clothing' for the day. 

A leather, black corset with a matching pair of leather skinny jeans and thigh-high gauntlet boots I happened to steal from Ranadam. 

Finally, I buttoned my cape and braided my coarse, jet- black hair into two French braids. I began to haul my luggage down the stairs, including my stolen trinkets, and swung open the door.

"Well  you can't take all of that," The chief seemed surprised with my choice.

"Why not?"

"The chateau will have your essentials provided,"

I rolled my eyes. "This is preposterous! You don't even know the value of the things tucked away in there." I dramatically gestured toward the sack sitting beside my chests.

"Are you trying to be executed? If Sir. Adonis sees that, he'll know for sure exactly what you are. Trust me, he won't take it easy on either you or me." He whispered, constantly checking to make sure the rest of his troop weren't listening.

I exhaled loudly as I locked my door and joined the chief inside the carriage waiting outside.

"Why aren't they following?"

"They aren't as high as me. Only the highest in command may be seated in these types of carriages."

I huffed and puffed endlessly during the journey. It probably irritated the chief to the point of clutching the edge of his seat, but he definitely didn't show it.

I didn't notice how distinct his features were. He was not plump, as expected, but instead very buff and tall. He looked as if he were meant to be the head of Virtue, not Adonis. I watched all the individual creases in his face line up as he took a sip of his tea. He was tan, dark enough like he were Spanish, with sheet- white hair and a curly beard.

The metal of his gauntlet armour clanked together as he stood up all of sudden.

"Where are you going?" The metal of my  accessories clanked too as I faced him with my entire body.

"We're here."

My mouth opened a little as I stared at the view placed in front of me. I had never known how beautiful Virtue could be, as I had only lived at the village side. The chateau was humongous, with a grand lake in front of it. It was surrounded by fresh, green grass mowed to perfection, while the chateau building itself  was painted peach in some places and white in others. It was an area of tranquillity.

"While the villagers living within riot," The chief muttered to himself. It was as if we were thinking the same thing.

We made our way to the lake and the chief pulled the lever. Almost immediately afterward, a huge water bridge lay over it, allowing us the pass over.