The Moon's Guardian: The Secret of Moon Acre x reader

Chapter 8

With determination coursing through our veins, I stride into my room, the familiar surroundings enveloping me. I swiftly grab Robin's coat. The weight of the fabric feels comforting in my hands as I mentally brace myself for the journey that lies ahead.

Moments later, I emerge from the house. I grab Maria's arm pull her along. As we reach the front of the estate, our steeds stand tall and noble, ready to carry us on our quest. We mount our loyal companions, feeling the familiar warmth of their bodies beneath us.

The household staff bids us farewell, their voices filled with genuine hope and encouragement. "Good luck!" they cheer, their well wishes hanging in the air like a chorus of support. We wave in response, acknowledging their words of encouragement and gratitude.

Just as we prepare to set off, a familiar figure comes rushing towards us. It is Miss Heliotrope, her presence demanding attention and respect. She catches her breath, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and understanding. "Wait! Wait!" she calls out, her voice laced with urgency. We rein in our horses, turning to face her, ready to meet any objections or attempts to dissuade us from our mission.

"No, Miss Heliotrope," I assert, my voice carrying a resolute tone. "You won't stop us. This is our home, and we're prepared to fight for it." The words leave my lips with a conviction that resonates deep within me. Miss Heliotrope shakes her head, a soft smile gracing her features. "Oh, no, no, no," she murmurs, her tone filled with a newfound understanding. "I know you have to do this. I-I-I'm beginning to understand a little. I believe in you." Her embrace, warm and comforting, solidifies her unwavering support, filling us with a renewed sense of determination. We reach the edge of the woods and dismount our horses and walk into the forest. Rolf trotting along next to us.

As Maria and I venture deeper into the dense woods, we come across a strategically placed trap, its mechanism poised with a foreboding sense of purpose. The significance of this location resonates within me, for it is a spot I first found Robin.

With a determined glint in her eyes, Maria reaches into her bag, retrieving Serena, her bunny. She delicately positions Serena within the trap, her actions deliberate and purposeful.

Reluctantly, I take the rope from Maria, the coarse fibers rough against my palms. Doubts swirl within me, conflicting emotions tugging at my conscience. "Are you sure it is necessary to trap him?" I ask, my voice laden with uncertainty. Maria meets my gaze, her expression firm yet tinged with a hint of joy. With a nod, she affirms her conviction, a testament to the weight of our mission.

A heaviness settles upon my heart as I acknowledge the necessity of our actions. Though it pains me to think of entrapping someone. Resolute, I set the trap in motion, its intricate mechanism poised to ensnare Robin.

We settle ourselves near the trap, a quiet anticipation filling the air. Time stretches, elongating each passing moment as we wait for the arrival of our unsuspecting quarry. The forest around us hums with an undercurrent of suspense, nature itself holding its breath in anticipation of the imminent confrontation.

A rustling sound breaks the stillness, capturing our attention as our eyes dart towards the source. It is Robin, emerging from the shadows with a confident yet guarded demeanor. A sly smile dances upon his lips as he addresses Maria, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Maria, giving yourself up. How generous of you," he jests, his words laced with a playful tone.

Maria returns his smile, her expression filled with determination and a touch of mischief. With a swift, decisive motion, she pulls the rope, triggering the trap with a resounding snap. Robin's laughter transforms into a startled cry as he is ensnared by the trap's grip, suspended in mid-air by the rope coiled around his feet. The sudden reversal of fortune renders him momentarily speechless.