The girl wondered over the thick ice looking at the small stalls, she grew rather excited over the fair placed on the River Thames, scanning over some trinkets the girl hummed the tune her mother sang to her when she was a young girl.
“I reasoned, the lady dropped something that looked of worth to her, I should return it...”
Said a quiet voice, when the girl turned to said voice; she was met by two dazzling amethyst eyes which looked as if they held no emotion within them and in this person's hand was her white rose hair pin, something she treasured more than her own life. With a smile the girl took the small hair pin from the pale man's hands,
“Thank you, kind sir.”
Slowly but with caution a smile also appeared on the man's face while he gave her a curt nod, as he walked away from the girl; he turned the handle to his music box that played the old tune of 'London Bridge', his thoughts drifted onto the girl who he had just met thinking of how much she resembled a doll.
The day went on and the dusk was drawing near when the girl was trotting about the ice that yet again she found herself looking into the almost glass-like amethyst eyes that belonged to a certain young man she met previously that day,
“Then I thought: 'And yet again I come across the girl with a doll face...' It is nice to see you yet again, young lady.”
The girl's cheeks heated ever so slightly when hearing the 'doll face' comment from this strange man, and yet she found herself giggling because of the way he talked,
Rather amusing...
Was her thoughts about his speech.
“T-thank you...and you too...”
For a moment or two she paused; realizing that she had yet to find out his name,
“I don't believe I caught your name back when we first met, sir...”
The rather pale complexioned man was graced with his rare small smile as she spoke.
“My master named me Drocell Keinz. Then I thought: 'I do not know what your name is either, young lady.' ”
Was his almost silent reply,
“My name is Madeline King, but everyone who is close calls me Maddy.”
His neck gave a noticeable creak while nodding to Madeline; though she saw it as strange Madeline did not question it.
“I must leave you, Miss King...And then I thought: 'I would like to see the miss again'.”
Understanding this he left while she waved Drocell off, but he was stopped by one high pitched yelp,
“Dro-”
Then nothing but cracks and a splash was heard, as Drocell whipped his head round he noticed that Madeline; the girl he grew quite fond of, was missing. Nothing but open ice was found, finally gripping reality of what event just happened to her, Drocell did nothing but act fast trying to save his new project.
Warmth was the only thing Madeline could feel upon her face as she tried to recall what had happened to her and where exactly she was, while attempting to remember the past incident her thoughts were interrupted by a loud creak, that's when it all came back as she heard the familiar sound. Madeline fell through the ice without any kind of warning knowing her fate as she could not swim; she did not struggle but something brought her back to reality when a hand grabbed her wrist while she was in the cold water and saved her life. Unfortunately she could not thank her saviour as she fell unconscious before getting out the water, without realizing it she finally paid attention to the silent mutter of 'London Bridge'.
“So then I thought: 'When shall the one Madeline awaken?' Only time shall tell.”
The voice of what she thought was a saviour said, though the tone that was used was worried and close to her. Fluttering her eyes open she was met by the amethyst colour she knew all too well by now and yet she still slowly fell in love with those beautiful eyes,
“Did you save me?”
Was her only question for the one named Drocell, her voice was quiet as her throat was parched. For a while Drocell did nothing but stare at the girl almost as if mentally verifying if she was all right or not; though the girl couldn't tell because of how emotionless his eyes were. Finally with a creak Drocell nodded to her.
“I would not let Miss King or any kind of new friends leave the world by drowning. I reasoned: 'The beautiful lady does not deserve a death of that standard'.”
A warm sensation travelled through her spine when mentioning the word 'friends' and 'beautiful lady' it made her feel special even if she was confused by what he meant when saying about the death of that standard. Because of the warm sensation Madeline looked away from Drocell making his worry increase but her looking away was for a good reason, you see this was the first time that Madeline had ever been considered as a friend to anyone.
“Is something wrong, Miss King?”
With a small nod Madeline still didn't look away from her lap but Drocell's worry was slightly put at ease, Drocell sat down on the edge of the bed Madeline was resting on; admiring his beautiful doll and being rather glad for saving her, but she had yet to be turned into one to be called his doll.
“Thank you, Drocell...”
The words were small and quiet but to Drocell they were loud and clear as the words left her lips so easily, this had caused him to intensely study them; Madeline seemed to notice his gaze.
“Is something the matter?”
Silence befell the pair not one moving an inch, the suspense was lifted by Drocell's surprising reply.
“And then I thought: 'What does Miss King's lips feel like?'”
She was confused by his chosen words but was silence by something cold upon her lips, She gripped the situation that Drocell put her under and began to kiss him back; though he was a stranger to her did not matter.
What am I doing?
She thought to herself, no matter how hard she tried she could not resist the temptation the man she met was giving her, she thought Drocell had an enchantment upon her but knew it wasn't that but the fact that even though she may have just met Drocell; she was always one to fall in love fast.
