Warning (Ep 1)

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Inside her chambers, Owen led Water to the bed, what neither saw was the shadowy figure slide across the room to hide behind the paper wall where Owen would later dress for the wedding.

Water collapsed onto the bed, pulling a pillow to her chest, "Scott just happened to find you in danger and saved you? You cannot believe that Owen, not with his reputation with men. There is no bounds that constrain him!"

"Then perhaps it is genetic in the Denholm bloodline," Owen replied, sitting across from Water, grappling his own pillow.

"What do you mean? Has Acho done something to upset you? Owen are you alright?" She rested a hand on her friend's cheek.

"Nothing happened, I am fine," Owen pulled back, facing away for a brief moment, "Acho was well within their rights."

Water went to protest but was cut off beforehand she could get the words out of her mouth.

Owen turned back to face her friend, "I am fine Water."

"If you insist you are alright then I will drop the matter," Water did not try argue with her stubborn mistress.

"Perfectly well. Now you should go, you need to get ready for Her Royal Highness's wedding," Owen stood, holding out a hand for Water.

Water took it with a smile and stood, "I will send the servants to dress and bathe you," she gave Owen a quick hug before heading for the door.

"Thank you, my friend."

"Of course," Water exited to find Owen's servants.

Owen reaches up to her ears and began to remove the piercings when she stopped suddenly, the very stones she'd thrown into the river were sat upon her dresser like nothing had happened, "Hello? Who is here in my rooms?"

Creak

Owen turned to face her paper wall, locating the source of the noise, he presses her hand against it, "Hello?"

Another hand reached from the other side of the paper wall and pressed agains Owen's, "Heed my warning. While it may taste of love, it will cause sorrow, do not drink the wine Your Grace. Drink not the wine."

"Who are you? Please?" Owen asked, moving to look behind the barrier but there was no one there, the female voice was gone.

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