【Updates Tuesday】Time keeps rewinding, again and again, so what happens when I don't mind it? Because goodness my murderer is sexy! Kill me again Count!
The very next morning I bounced on my bed, there were a few times he had asked me for a stroll because of the situation, but never in such a way!
I could have melted into his man titties in that very moment hehehe!
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Wiping the drool from my mouth, I stood up off my bed and stretched, feeling as morning crept in through the curtains, I walked across the floor to my closet.
"I should wear purple today, I know how much he hates it." Humming, I sway back and forth, ladies I heard would wear purple to get his attention, and at first I was no different, and then one day I started wearing it just to see that little crease appear when he wrinkles his nose.
Calling for the maids, they dress me, doll me up, and send me out the door, blush brushes my face and highlights my golden eyes as my hair is mostly let down, but partially curled and braided up to show a more elegant look.
Stepping to the edge of the stairs, I see him waiting at the bottom, all dolled up in might I add, the favorite of all his suits, while he had many I liked, this one was my absolute favorite, a dark purple highlighted with yellows and golds.
I wonder how easily I could tear it off, stripper style.
"Merry Morning to you Count, oh look at us, we match." Stepping down the stairs, he offers me his hand which I gladly take.
The things I would do with this hand if he would let me, it really is a shame it's gloved.
"Ah.....Morning." He said with a touch of disdain from hearing that comment.
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While I knew he hated it, it was so much fun to say it, today would be a wonderful day, I wonder if he'll tell me why he wants to kill me, perhaps over tea, like a civilized mass murderer would do.
Swiftly we began walking, my hand in his as we nodded to the coachman to take us into town for our stroll.
In the carriage, I watch as he stares out the window, he looked dashing as sunlight dappled his hair.
