He stared at me with eyes as red as blood, confusion flickering within them. Then, his eyes widened in recognition.
He spoke in a low, hoarse voice.
"Why are you here?"
So, he remembers me.
I pretended not to know anything and replied, "I'm your personal maid. My name is Emelia."
He brought his face closer to mine, inches away. I could feel his breath. I could see behind his eyes; they weren't devoid of emotion like that day.
They held something—a hint of sadness? It was difficult to comprehend, but there was definitely something there.
"That's interesting," he said, his frown transforming into an evil smirk, as if he had found a new toy to play with.
He let go of me and vanished into thin air, leaving me behind.
I started shivering, remembering that day—the blood all over the floor.
He is the one who took me out of one hell only to bring me into another hell.
To this day, I still don't know why I was spared. I just remember waking up in the dungeon where I spent five years of my life.
It was dark, terrifying, and filled with hunger.
I was a victim of,
abused
Tortured .
I was suddenly released and began working as a maid in the dream.
I started climbing the stairs, still unsure of where to go or what to do. As I placed my hand on the handrail, the roses growing along it cut my finger, causing it to bleed.
Be careful encanto,
a voice echoed in my head.
A sudden headache struck me, making me lose my balance. Just as I was about to fall, a strong pair of arms grabbed my waist, pulling me closer.
I looked up to see a pair of sharp golden eyes staring at me, his black hair slicked back. He helped me stand properly before letting go.
"Are you fine?" he asked in a deep voice.
"I'm fine. Thank you," I replied shyly noting how handsome this faerie was.
"I heard you are going to be the prince's personal maid. I'm Xavier, Prince right hand. Nice to meet you."
"Yes, I am Emelia," I said politely.
"I will show you around and explain what you need to do, so please follow me."
He took me upstairs and started showing me around, explaining my duties.
So I simply needed to be near the prince at all times and fulfill his demands.
"I will also introduce you to two maids who are in charge of cleaning. They also work as his personal maids and can guide you better," he told me as we walked into a garden filled with roses.
I saw two maids tending to the roses. Xavier introduced me to them.
"They are twins, Emma and Elsa."
Both had white hair and blue eyes. Emma had shorter hair, and Elsa had longer hair. They were also faeries. Aside from the butler, Mr. Ken, Jade, and myself, there were no other humans working in this house of illusion, which was quite strange in a world where humans were nothing but slaves to faeries.
Elsa greeted me with a "Good morning,"
but Emma only bowed her head slightly in acknowledgment. She either couldn't talk or didn't like talking. I didn't hear a single word from Emma the entire time; they just listened silently, nodded, or pointed things out.
Elsa, the one with shorter hair, took me upstairs again. She led me to the end of a dark corridor and showed me a door.
"This is the prince's room."
It was a large black door that made me feel anxious, my heart starting to beat rapidly.
"It's time for the prince's bath. You should go and heat up the water before he arrives, as he doesn't like seeing others in his room. So, you'd better make it quick."
Elsa left me at the door. I put my hand on the doorknob and opened it. As soon as I stepped inside, I was greeted by the scent of roses. I took a deep inhale of the beautiful scent—I loved it.
The room had two shades of color: black and red. It was an unusual combination, but it looked beautiful. The bed was black with a red comforter, a small table in the corner had a red sofa chair, and enormous windows were adorned with red curtains. The furniture was all black, but the items on them were red.
Ofcourse , fresh roses everywhere.
Fresh red roses filled the room with their scent.
The room was a perfect blend of darkness and the vibrant color of love or death.
I stepped into the room, enveloped by the delicate scent of roses. It brought an immediate sense of calm, a feeling of home.
At the far end of the spacious room, another door awaited. As I began to walk toward it, a corner of the room caught my eye.
There was a couch beside a small bookshelf. He lay on the couch, eyes closed, bathed in the gentle glow of moonlight.
His golden hair shimmered, falling gracefully across his forehead. It was breathtakingly beautiful.
An unexplained urge stirred within me; I needed to touch those soft, luminous gold strands.
I moved closer, reaching out my hand to feel his hair. But just as my fingers were about to make contact, his eyes snapped open, locking onto mine with an intense, longing gaze.
There was a warmth in his blood-red eyes, pulling me in. But in an instant, that warmth vanished, replaced by a blaze of fury.
He grabbed me by the collar, yanking me down to the floor. My head hit the ground with a painful thud as his hand comes around my neck.
choking me.
I struggled to breathe, my vision blurring.
I wanted to plead with him to stop.
he was too strong.
My consciousness began to fade...
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Enthrallment : The Twisted Trust
Fantasy" please don't " He pleaded, his voice cracking with despair. Tears streamed down his face as he dropped to his knees, clutching at the air as if trying to grasp the fleeting fragments of her presence. ...
