Chapter Three: Some Gentlemen Simply Can’t Be Ignored
While Kaira, Mirah, and Leisbeth congregated near the bar a mysterious gentleman sat within a booth watching the three with some degree of satisfaction. He had been contracted to perform for the Von Masoch family wine celebration, but had not expected to find that the daughter of his temporary employer would be so breathtakingly beautiful. From the distance he stood listening to the three girls, and began shifting his gaze between them with intrigue. Yet he kept finding his focus falling back upon the radiant raven-haired Kaira von Masoch. Like a diamond in the rough that sparkled amidst coals Kaira seemed to call to him even from across the room. Dorn chuckled as he spoke coolly under his breath, “Now, such beauties of one’s employer ought not be on my mind.” He drew his cigar back to his lips, and inhaled a greedy hit. Beneath this beautifully charming man’s visage lie a dark entity that had a long agenda to play out, and a woman had been the start of it all, but Kaira was something of a desirable creature and the wicked prince who had inhabited this body found himself growing more, and more anxious to speak with her. Suddenly he arose from his seat, and lifting his scotch glass he strode over to the three ladies only to seat himself at the very end of the bar. Dressed in a fine black suit Dorn had unkempt curly hair, and lips that a woman yearned to kiss. As soon as the gentleman passed by Kaira she instantly found her gaze following after him as she cast a look back at her sister, Leisbeth, “Who is that?” She inquired with a slight nod towards the man. Dorn’s lips twisted into a grin as he looked back towards the three ladies.
“Now, Lady Leisbeth, do tell your sister it isn’t polite to whisper about an employee.” He murmured with a soft chuckle. He had succeeded in what he sat out to do, and Kaira already found herself flushing in embarrassment.
“Oh, I am so sorry, but nobody told me we had any new employees.” She attempted to settle her rude behavior before further offending the man.
“Allow me, Monsieur Bruyere, my sister did not know. Kaira, this is Dorn Bruyere he is the violinist, and leader of the string quartet that shall be playing the wine festivities.” Leisbeth gave a wave to the man, and nodded at her sister.
“Oh, please do forgive my rudeness, Monsieur Bruyere, my pleasure.” Kaira gave a partial curtsy, and a genteel nod as she averted her gaze to the ground. Dorn’s dark hazel eyes pierced her body as he arose to walk over to the young woman.
“Apologies are not needed, Lady Kaira, please allow me to properly introduce myself.” He extended his right hand to take her left, and lowered his lips to gently press against her glovetted fingertips catching her gaze with his own as he gently spoke, “Dorn Bruyere charmed, I am sure.” Kaira’s eyes locked with his, and she nodded almost immediately there was something hypnotic in the way his eyes bore into hers. It was almost as if he were searching her very soul in that moment that they met.
“Oh, yes, charmed indeed.” Kaira whimpered before Dorn immediately retracted, and poised himself breaking the trance he had set upon her before either Mirah, or Leisbeth could catch it. There was no denying it Dorn had sought out what he desired, and found it in the City of Limburg.
“Tell me, Kaira, is it permissible for me to call you Kaira?” He queried her whilst leaning back into the bar with a cocky grin. Mirah, and Leisbeth were just as enchanted, and the two girls giggled as they watched Dorn work his magic upon Kaira.
“Presumably you will allow me to call you Dorn in return, I should hope.” She spoke with a sweet, and playful tone as if she were now indeed playing the seasoned coquette who had found a gentleman to entertain her, “Yes, of course, please do call me Kaira.” Her lips curved to form her signature smile once more, and she returned to sit upon the barstool aside him. Dorn grinned as his eyes ran to the door that flung open revealing her father, Leopold standing with a smile upon his face.
