Anything for our Lord

~ Chapter 19 ~

Lady Whistleburst asked, "Are they both interested in men?" My mother nodded, "Yes, but both of them also had female lovers." Their conversation continued for hours. Out of boredom I laid down on the couch. After a while, my eyelids got heavy. I closed then with the thought that I would only to close them for a minute but it became hours. When I opened them again, there was only Alexander in the room. He seemed concentrated on something. As I got closer to him, he said, "Do not even dare to jump me, love. I see you." I asked, "Where is my mother? Oh and Lady Whistleburst?" He looked up and answered, "They left a while ago. Oh, and I got scolded by your mother." I laughed, "You are quite the troublemaker, handsome." He replied, "Only for you, love. Oh. Your mother is quite an interesting woman. I have had a wonderful talk with her. She even insisted on telling me every embarrassing thing in your childhood." I asked scared, "What did she tell you?" He laughed, "A lot. So your first time was with one of the pack official's." I remembered, "Oh. That reminds me. I brought some things from ho- from the place of my parents that I wanted to show you." Quickly I got the books and the jewellery. Then I laid them out on the coffee table in his office. When I was done, I took a step back and got jump scared by Alexander suddenly being behind me. He took a look around the table. To every item he asked something and when he got to the book that I did the research with, I noticed too late that I placed it. Not only were there book marks but also handwritten notes from me. He asked, "Why does this books like this? It looks different than the others." I stayed silent and he picked it up. Then he started to look through it and said, "Hm. Who ever wrote all of these notes is quite intelligent. Oh. And they can draw too. Their handwriting is quite beautiful.. I would love to have a conversation with them." I asked, "Why?" He answered, "To not only talk more about the topic and to correct them on some points since the book did have some wrong information. They seem to be able to hold a wonderful discussion. Hm. What is that?" I knew exactly what page it was and took the book away quickly. He yelled, "Give it back! I am not done with it." I hissed, "No! It is mine! You do not own my property!" He corrected me, "Not yet at least. If I marry you, all my things will become yours and all yours will become mine." I started to blush. Did he really talk about marriage? I probably misunderstood him. He asked, "May I have the book again?" I asked, "Why do you want it so badly? And why are you so obsessed with these notes? Would you stop loving me if they were not mine? Or would you even go as far as stop loving me, if they were?" He gave me a piece of paper and a quill and then demanded, "Then write! Prove whether it is your handwriting or not!" Tears rolled down my face. Could it be that he fell in love with the notes? Would he hate me if they were not mine? My thoughts were running wild. I dropped the book and ran away. He followed me closely and caught up quickly. Then he grabbed my wrist, pushed me against the wall and started to kiss me. After he pulled away from me and declared, "I do not love a random person that wrote some notes. I love you. Only you. If you please, I would even show you how much I love you." I muttered, "They are mine." He looked at me confused, so I continued, "The notes. They are mine. I missed you so much I used all my time to think about you. I am sorry. I am sorry." My body glided to the ground and started sobbing. I was petrified of what he might think or do now. Could he still love me? Or did he hate me now? He kneeled in front of me and comforted me, "Love. I am becoming more and more impressed of you. It feels like my love for you grow by every passing day. I would not change you out for anybody else. Like I said already your handwriting is beautiful, your drawing skills are incredible and you are so intelligent. In my head I already thought that it might have been you." I moved towards him and pushed him over. He was now laying on the ground and I was on top of him. Lawrence came down the hallway and asked, "Is everything alright, my lord?" Alexander nodded, "Yes, sugar cup. Could you bring us some tea into my office? I will be having my normal tea but give Lord Sinclair an tea that lightens the mood." Lawrence replied, "Right away, my...lords?" Alexander helped me up and we went back into his office. I sat down on the couch while he picked up the book. He held it towards me and I whispered, "You can read it." As he sat down next to me, I laid down my head on his lap. He started to play with my hair while he read. I head him mumbling and laughing just before he said, "Oh love. You are quite something. You did a wonderful job. This is not something to be ashamed of." I asked, "Can you please never leave my side?" He nodded, "Of course, love. Anything for you." We stayed like this for hours until it became bright outside. He asked, "Do you want to head to bed?" When I nodded, he carried me to bed. In bed we cuddled close to each other. We fell asleep in each other's arms. The next time I woke up he was still asleep. His long, dark blond hair fell into his face, covering it mostly. He looked quite peaceful. His blush pink lips were slightly apart. His eyebrows were neither thin nor bushy. They were well kept. This was not the first time I have mustered his face but this was the first time i noticed the wrinkles that appear when you smile and laugh a lot. He might no have had the perfect life, but he is a happy man and has found happiness so often it made a mark on him. It knocked on the door and I asked, "What is it?" Lawrence answered, "Lady Whistleburst wants to see you." I asked, Me or the lord?" He answered, "You, Lord Sinclair." Quickly I got changed before heading to the living room. She greeted me, "Good evening, Lord Sinclair. I am sorry if I disturbed your sleep." I replied, "Good evening, Lady Whistleburst. It is alright. I have been awake for quite some time already, but I was not ready to leave the bed yet." She declared, "You know. You look a lot like your uncle. Your facial structure is just like his." I responded nervously, "T-thank you, I guess. I have not heard that before." She laughed, "Yes, because they all see your mother in you, but I see him in you." She caressed my cheek with a sad face, "What I would give to see him again." Her hand went to my mouth. I stepped back a little. Then she said while searching in her pockets, "I have this for you. It is water from the mountains of Kouvouli, Alonnisos in Greece. Drink it. It is magnificent." I just held it in my hand and responded, "Thank you, but I will not be drinking any of it at the moment. Since there was a recent event, I feel uncomfortable taking anything. I am sorry." She tried to argue, "Oh why? I am a friend of your mother and lover. You can trust me." I argued back, "You might be, but I have never heard from you before. Not even from my mother. I do not know you well enough to just trust you." She demanded, "I am like your aunt. You need to drink it. It is really good." I decided to stop arguing and drank some of it. In just a few seconds I felt dizzy and got an head ache. Everything went black. When I came to my senses again, I was in a cage which stood in a dungeon. I tried to somehow open the cage with force without success. My body would not move at all. Lady Whistleburst came into the room and said, "Oh dear. You are finally awake. I have waited so long to see you again and now you are mine again." I was confused. What was she talking about? Then she continued, "You need to drink this. It will make you stronger. I even sprinkled some of your ashes in." I immediately knew that this was not only the special potion that Maximillian talked about but also that Lady Whistleburst was the master of Lady Carriger. Against my will I took the drink and drank it fully. I felt unwell. My body felt hot and weak. My thought started to sound like they were coming from another person. I wanted to cry out for help while this other person wanted to scream for her to stop, but neither one of us had enough control about that. It was a weird from of torture. My body collapsed again and she spoke up, "Nah. Nah. Do not overtake yourself. The body I gave you has a strong will, but do not worry. We will break him into extinction. Now. Let me just get you something else to wear. I still have your old wardrobe." I or more the person finally responded, "You know that not only he is suffering but also me, right? Why would you bring me back? Also who's body is this? I can not talk to him. He can not tell me who he is." She answered, "He looks just like you. More you do not need to know. His identity is irrelevant since you will be replacing him anyway." With that she left 'us'. The person said, "I am so sorry. I hope you can hear and understand me. I am also sorry for her behaviour. She has always been obsessed with me. You are not even my first host. I wish, you were. I do not know what happened to the others. I want to try to help you but I do not think that it will work." I tried to talk to them but I was the second passenger in my own body. 'We' sat in silence for what felt like days. She came back with more of the drink and clothes. The other person asked, "Who is he? Why are you hiding it this time?" She hissed, "Stop asking already. Just drink it. I have not all day." They took the drink. Lady Whistleburst dropped the rope she was wearing and giving 'us' a show. Then she asked, "Do you like it? If you are strong enough, I will let you have it." They answered, "Of course, I do."