A Fairytale Love.

Lit Up By Candle Light.

Y/n's POV-

Strawberry. A sweet smell. Calming almost. That was the aroma lingering around the house. Wherever Elizabeth went the scent followed close behind. Caged within the thick strands of her long blonde locks. Each shower refreshed the smell. Something, that over the past week, I have somewhat gotten used to. It masked the damp, musty smells from before.

Flowers. They're a new addition to the building. Succulents and bouquets potted on every windowsill and shelf. Bringing a pop of colour into every room. I had no authority to protest against the girl. After all this is her home, I'm merely the book keeper. Though the rather small hanging plant, over the leather chair, does keep me occupied with my painting. It's quite the object to capture on canvas. The dark purple veins submerging within the vibrant green leaves is some what of a challenge to define.

The once left to be forgotten mansion is now a home in which new, happy or sad, enjoyable or painful, memories are to be made. Tonight is to be a fond memory, that is in hopes all goes well. As today marks many celebratory moments for the girl. She survived a week in a foreign country, alone. I am more then proud of how far she has come and have no doubt in the fact she'll go further.

"Whatever it is you're making, it smells delicious" I pry my eyes from the saucepan, greeted by her beautiful grace. A navy, velvet, long sleeve, thigh high dress capturing every asset. Hair showering over her shoulders, left in it's natural state. Light makeup covering her face, though I believe she doesn't need such a thing. She came closer, her footsteps dampened by the woolly socks over her feet. "Need any assistance?" The girl inquires, looking over the some what mess I had made across the kitchen counters
"No, thank you. All is done. Waiting for this sauce to thicken then dinner is served" I reply, now noticing the open back of her dress, exposing the smooth skin underneath.

"Take a seat" I instruct, guiding Elizabeth over to the table. "Yes chef" she jokes, taking a seat upon the one I pulled out for her. The girl begins admiring the set up from the folded swan napkins to the gold encrusted candelabras. "If this is just a celebratory dinner, one can only imagine how thought out a dinner date would be" her flirtatious comment caused a grin to pull at my lips
"Maybe one day you'll be lucky enough to find out" I flirt back watching as a tint of red appears over her cheeks
"Now, now. It's rude to lead a lady on, Mycroft. You best keep to your word" confidence radiates off the girl. A simple yet victorious smirk tugging on the corner of her lips.

The meal began with appetisers before delving into the main course. Little to no food was left, not even a crumb in sight. Her compliments and light hums were more than satisfactory. The flicker of orange within her forestry eyes was something to be caught lost in. They gleamed with such joy and appreciation. We shared small talk. Learning more about the other. For example, when Elizabeth went through high school she went by Elizabeth Chase instead of Olsen. Hoping to stay clear of her family name. Soon to realise it was no use.

"It was my aunt who taught me the do's and don't of cooking" I inform the girl "Her and my uncle owned a bakery in the east end of London. Rosie's cupcakes were the city's drug. Everyone around knew and loved them" Elizabeth never diverted her gaze, listening closely to each word I uttered "I was forbidden to go"
"How come?" She questions, intrigued to know more
"My mother never favoured her sister. No reason as for why. I only knew of my aunt when I was 7. We met at a family gathering" I reply.

A faint nude lip colour printed itself around the rim of her wine glass as she finished off the second pour. "This was most enjoyable, thank you" Elizabeth smiles warmly
"No need to thank me. It's what you deserve" I state in all honest "As common curiosity I'd offer a walk back to your home, unfortunately I'm unable to do so. Perhaps I can take you back to your room?" I offer, taking a stand from the table
"How can I say no to such a romancer?" She rhetorically questions, grasping onto the hand I held out for her.

Though no other words were exchanged, the comfortable silence spoke for itself. Occasionally catching myself side glancing, taking in her beauty as if it was the first day of seeing such grace. Her smile, to pure for this world. Her eyes, full of life and curiosity. Those eyes are something to get lost in. "I really appreciate all that you do for me" we reached her bedroom door, to which she lent against
"It's merely my duty, Elizabeth" I offer a simply smile
"You're too kind for your own good, Y/n" her voices wavered with a somewhat sad tone.

"One can only do so much in this world. Why walk along side the devil when you have the angels above?" I question
"You're religious?" The girl inquires
"Oh no. I have never followed god. Sounded more impressive in my head" I laugh embarrassingly while she giggles with hysteria.

"Sleep well, Mycroft" her soft lips press against my warm cheek
"Sleep well, Olsen" I wish, watching as she slips into the darkness, disappearing within her room.

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Apologise. This took so long to write due to
lack of motivation :(

I promised happiness and that's what you got. You people have no trust in me 🙄 Especially you man BrainiacMainiac

Stay frosty my dudes ✨👌