Three Black Roses

Chapter Five

I apologise for my delay, I have wanted to upload this chapter for two days now but everytime something came up. This chapter is short, but just gives a brief introduction of what is going to happen at the dinner, please leave feedback, let me know what you think and what you would like to happen. Also, as the new casting, I have chosen Amber heard as Annie.

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Emil was on a mission, one that could prove to be more challenging that he initially assumed, but not impossible. He stood motionless in his hiding place and carefully watched the movements in Wilmer castle's front garden. Even though it was still early in the morning and the sun had yet to spread its weak rays across the land, the servants were busy preparing the venue for the grand New Year's Eve party that was coming up in four days.

His eyes were mostly fixed on the lady who seemed to be in charge. The Wilmer's housekeeper. She was middle aged, her dirty blonde hair was neatly tied into a bun and was secured under her hat and her clean clothing seemed classier than the rest of staff. She was yelling at everyone, shouting orders about garden and stable which were covered under the ice and snow. Emil needed her in order to make a success of his assignment.

Waiting patiently, he sought warmness by blowing into his hands. It had not been snowing anymore, but the frosty weather had turned the snow into an icy surface that made it hard for servants to move quickly. From time to time, someone would fall and make the housekeeper even more irritated and frustrated. She was not going to be an easy target, thought Emil.

He had done loads of missions for his master and never failed. He knew how to deceive, manipulate and if necessary, use violence in order to perform what he had been asked. After all, he was the best in the circle of guardians, which was why he was given the privilege to accompany master as his personal servant.

The master was his whole world, his idol, his god. Emil had never questioned his will; he always did as he was asked for because he strongly believed his wish should be granted at any cost. Last night was one of those rare occasions when he had not been able to please master to his best. He had worked nonstop to create a idealistic scene, but the damn cottage was too small, and despite his labours, the master was not satisfied.

Emil shivered from both chill and fear, as he remembered the fury in the master's eye. His honey coloured eyes turned darker and his black pupil reddened as he saw Emil's creation. He was fortunate that master decided to leave the cottage then and postponed his punishment, and when he came back, he seemed happy and overjoyed so his discipline was yet to come.

He was determined not to make the master disappointed again. From what he understood, his mission had a direct connection to the young lady his master desired now. The girl who was soon going to be Emil's mistress when she became his master's bride. So no matter what, he had to make sure this task was done properly.

A cold wind whipped on his tanned skin and he welcomed the goose bumps that were forming on his skin. Ten years of living in a hot and sunny climate had not been able to convert his love to his native taste. He felt a slight excitement at the thought of his home land, Romania. Soon they were going back and this time they could stay there forever, in the master's grand castle, close to where his village was. It was surrounded by high and freezing mountains that restricted access of strangers greatly. How he had missed the amazing landscapes of his home land, its rough icy weather and grey colours in winters and its enchanting springs that although short, were incomparable to anywhere else.

The sound of a young boy, running and shouting breathlessly towards the castle gates broke his day dream. He withdrew himself a little but then turned his attention to the young lad. Despite the long distance, he could hear him talking to the housekeeper as clear as if they were standing steps away. One of the benefits of feeding on Master's left overs.