Beauty in the Darkness

Chapter XI - The Room

I was laying in Fallacy's bed that night. I didn't even want dinner. My thoughts swirled around my mind. I didn't know what to do at this point. But I was so emotionally tired that I considered just letting Fallacy continue to feed off of me, since it wouldn't matter anyway.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in," I called.

"What are you doing in bed so early?" His deep, smooth voice danced around the air, sending shivers up my spine as I practically felt a cold embrace. "I was looking for you for a while now."

"Are you hungry?" I asked, yawning. I pulled my semi-unbuttoned shirt away from my skin, exposing my neck and shoulder. "Go ahead."

"I'm not hungry," Fallacy replied, although I could hear how much of a lie that was. It didn't matter to me whether he ate or not; he was a grown man. He made his own damn decisions. "I actually have something to show you."

"What?" I asked.

"You have to come with me to see it."

I sighed, rolling my eyes a little. I sat up, rubbing my eyes as I slipped off of the bed. I looked down, feeling him stare at me. I walked up to him.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked, starting to button my shirt up. "You look exhausted. Do you want to change into your nightgown and go to bed?"

"No." I sighed. "What do you want to show me?"

"We don't have to go. It's probably best to eat some dinner and then go to bed." Fallacy stood up straight. "I'll go ask the kitchen staff to serve you soon."

"No! I want to see it!" I exclaimed.

Fallacy looked shocked by my behavior. He was probably disgusted I had begun to act like a spoiled child. He'd probably slap me for behaving in such a shameful way. Or scold me to act like an adult.

"I-I'm sorry, monsieur— e-er, s-sir..." I looked down in shame, feeling my face burn with embarrassment.

"No! Don't apologize!" Fallacy slowly smiled. "You've never talked back to me before!"

I was confused, to say the least. He sounded so excited, when he should've been mad at me.

Fallacy didn't cease his grinning. I couldn't understand what was going on inside his mind, but it probably wouldn't have made sense to me anyway.

"Come on! I've been waiting all day to show you this!" He took my hand, leading me down the hall, making quite a few turns.

I struggled to follow. He was fast, even when he was going at a regular human fast speed.

Suddenly, he stopped in front of large twin doors. He turned to me, grinning with excitement. "I don't know how much you'll like it, but I think it'll make the second part of the surprise even better!"

He opened the doors, revealing a large garden. It was beautiful, illuminated by lanterns on the walls and the moonlight. It had hundreds of single plants, and dozens of species of flowers.

"It's more beautiful in the daylight," Fallacy said, smiling shyly. "I would've shown you it earlier, but, you know. But it's still lovely at night! Right?"

"Yes." I smiled at him. "It is very lovely, monsieur."

"Please, I've told you to call me Fallacy." He gently taken my hand into his, gently lifting it up as he bent down as well. He gave my knuckle a gently kiss, flustering me past reason. I was French; I should've been able to handle a hand kiss!

"Oh, o-okay." I blushed, looking away from him.

"Come. I have one last thing to show you." Fallacy kept hold of my hand, leading me back up the wall. He stopped at a white door about halfway from the garden's doors to his bedroom's.

I looked at him as he motioned for me to open it. I slowly took the handle, twisting it and opening the door. I gasped.

There was a clean bedroom, with cream colored walls and a simple color scheme of white, black, and shades of brown.

I looked at him, seeing him struggle to contain a smile. "What is this...?"

"I know it's not any of your sentimentals, but I thought that you should start sleeping in your own room anyway." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "It's fine if you don't want to keep any of it, though."

I turned back to the room, hesitatingly stepping inside and exploring the place.

The bed had a chocolate brown colored wooden frame, and it was likely a queen size. It had a clean off-white comforter, and the softest blankets I'd ever felt. They were vibrant, rich colors. I had only ever had plain colored, scratchy old blankets. These were such an upgrade.

The night table was painted a matching brown, with black handles for the two drawers. It held a lovely lamp with an off-white and laced lamp head. On the other side of the bed was a light brown dresser, with painted black swirly details all over.

The desk was massive, painted a sleek black. It was perfect for my work, having enough room for canvases and water cups and brushes and palettes, as well as being placed right next to a large window on the furthest wall to the door. It had three drawers, perfect for my organized mess of materials.

Of course, I would have to get to customizing the furniture with more colorful designs, but this was a wonderful start.

I turned to look at Fallacy. He was grinning, watching me run around and fall in love with the room. I walked towards him.

"Thank you, monsieur— er King Fallacy. This... this was very kind of you to do. And I am incredibly grateful." I tucked my hair behind my ear. "Thank you so much."

"It's nothing, really. If you're to be staying with me, then you should have your own room. I think you're old enough to sleep in your own bed, after all." He chuckled a little at the last bit. "Um, but it's really fine. I have plenty of rooms, too! So if you don't like this one, we can find a different one!"

"No, Fallacy, it's perfect." I took his hand, looking up at him. "Thank you."