𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

Proiectus

Regan was looking at the tray of food that Althea had left after the 'dinner'. She was hungry, but the thought of eating in that place was unbearable. She had to get out of here, had to find a way. Her mind raced through every escape plan she'd seen in movies, every trick she'd read in books. Regan knew she couldn't just sit around and wait for the lord's every whim.

And then, suddenly, the servant Althea knocked gently on the door. Regan's mind raced for a plan. What if she faked being sick? Maybe the maid would get panicked and lose her guard. It was risky but worth trying. She took a deep breath and called out, "Come in."

Althea entered and when she did, Regan placed her hand on her stomach and feigned a very pained look. "Agh... I don't feel well," she said weakly, trying to keep her voice from trembling.

The servant's expression was a mix of concern and confusion, "My lady, what's wrong?"

Regan took another deep breath, trying to keep her act as convincing as possible. "My-My stomach feels like it'll burst. I need some... some..." she trailed off and winced, her eyes watering for effect.

Althea's brow furrowed with concern, "Should I tell his lordship?" she asked tentatively.

"No, no, no!" Regan said quickly, shaking her head. "I need something to eat...." she trailed off again and threw herself on the bed dramatically, like she was in pain. "It huuurrts!" she groaned.

Althea looked at her with wide eyes, "But you haven't even eaten the food! W-What happened?"

Regan closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, "I don't know. Just get me something else. Maybe bread or soup." She hoped that this would be enough to convince Althea to leave her alone without raising suspicion.

"Of course, I'll bring it right away," Althea rushed, running out of the room, leaving the door ajar. Regan waited for a moment, before jumping out of bed. She strode to the door and poked her head out into the hallway. It was empty. This was her chance. She had to move quickly and quietly.

"Shit," she cursed under her breath. The corridor was dark and she didn't know where she was going. But she had to keep moving, had to find a way out. The castle was a labyrinth of corridors and doors, each more intimidating than the last. She didn't remember which way Althea led her down before but she decided to go down some stairs. The corridor was even darker there, being lit by only two torches.

As she turned a corner, she spotted a set of slight ajar doors, where a faint light was coming through them. Curiosity piqued, she approached and pushed the doors open cautiously, revealing a small, cozy library. The smell of aged parchment filled her nose.

Her eyes scanned the library for a way out and landed on another set of grand doors. Those were made of rich oak and intricately carved. She pondered it for a moment before walking towards them.

As she pushed the door open, the scent of male musk and sandalwood filled the air and her eyebrows furrowed. Her eyes scanned the surroundings and realized she was in a luxurious chamber. It was washed with a red hue of candles, with opulent furnishings, and decadent decorations. There was a large, four poster luxurious bed in the center, adorned with crimson silk sheets and velvet pillows. The windows were closed with velvet curtains except only one that was slight open, showing only darkness nevertheless.

Regan realized she was in someone's bedroom and cursed under her breath. She quickly walked back to get out, but the crack of a door stopped her and she turned around to see the sorcerer stepping out of what seemed to be the bathroom, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Her heart skipped a beat.

His black hair was damp and messy and she could see his muscular chest and abs glisten with water droplets. His posture went rigid for a moment when he saw her, before his eyes narrowed with anger and a hint of curiosity.