Virtue (ON HOLD)

05.

Virtue

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MEETING HER AND me not knowing who she was shouldn't have surprised anyone. She didn't look a thing like her brother. She had white hair, rather than silhouette-black and hazel eyes. However, they had the same creamy skin.

She and I stayed in the library, her telling me all about the territory and me informing her of her brother's horrible job of keeping the place well. To my surprise, she supported me.

"I always wandered why I wasn't next in line," So did I. "But I found out they wanted to keep tradition, and would be known as the 'weak link' if they let their ancestors down.

"That's horrible. Personally, I think you'd do a better job compared to Adonis." I wasn't saying this to comfort her either. At this point, a dog would do better than Adonis.

"Never mind that. You still haven't told me what you planned to do here before you met me."

"I work as his fiancé's assistant," I sucked in for a moment before continuing. "Not what I expected him to call me in for, but what can I say?"

She looked at me with a bizarre facial expression before muttering, "That isn't right." with her eyebrows raised before blinking rapidly and standing abruptly she said "I'll excuse myself." and left without a trace. Even her coffee was gone.

Sighing, I carried my tea cup, placed the books back where they belonged and made my way back to my quarters. I checked the grandfather clock on the way.

1:34.

Though it originally felt like five minutes, I had been doing all the talking. There was no one to blame.

Jada, as she had introduced herself, was actually a lot like her brother, from what I knew. But the way she acted once I explained my presence here was quite rude but very strange. Like she knew something I didn't. That alone weirded me out.

There was a whole set of stairs I had to climb before I reached my quarters, forcing me to make the decision of sleeping without a change of clothing or a shower for the first time in years.

I was about to swing open my door when the sound of quiet, balanced footsteps were heard behind me.

"Where are you coming from?" His deep voice enquired. He was very angry, for someone who had presumably just had a good old release.

Without facing him, I answered, my hand still stuck on the door handle in shock. How did he know I'd been gone?

"Toilet."
Swiftly, he grasped my jaw in his hands compelling me to look at him properly. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you. Do you have a death wish?"

I eyed him up and down. He didn't look like someone who'd just had a release. I thought she'd been waiting for someone there.

"I told you already," I gently put both hands on the one hand he had, now, on my neck. I pulled it away as he sternly looked me in the eye.

"I went to the toilet."

"AT ONE IN THE MORNING?! I KNEW YOU WERE WITH HIM, I JUST KNEW IT!"

I nearly laughed. It was something about the way people yelled at the wrong time that brought the feeling to laugh into me.

I looked at him, searching for any sign of him joking around, but he wasn't. I fixed my expression and cleared my throat.

"With who?" I asked softly. If I could approach him in a nice way, maybe, just maybe, he'll go to bed and we'd all forget about this.

"Him." He still wasn't answering my question.

"I was about to press on, poke and prod him around a bit, until he hardened up again. "You know what, screw you. Screw all of this." He turned on his heel. "Pretend this never happened. You weren't meant to see that."

So there is a God out there. He left without another word. He was hiding something from me, and it was escaping little by little. I just needed a way to get it out of him.

Till then, I'd just have to pretend.