Lethal Affairs

The New Mistress

Two weeks passed uneventfully.

Since that strange night, Ysabel did not cross paths with the master of the castle.

For days, she had wondered about that night. What had she done wrong?

What should she have done better? Should she or should she not apologize.

His strange behavior had deeply disturbed her. To satiate her curiosity, she had deemed him to be a very rude, arrogant man in her mind, albeit a very hot one.

Plunging herself into her work, the days passed by quickly. 

Marigold woke her by 7 am to begin her day, and most times she worked until midnight, or until she could barely carry-on anymore.

Helen had still not visited her, but she had sent a letter saying,

"...the situation is still under investigation; but great news ! It would soon be safe enough for you to come out of hiding- provided that you have finished the task of course."

The letter had fueled her determination to work as quickly as she could. The quicker she finished, the earlier she could leave.

It was best that she took Marigold's word for what it was; life in the fortress is not safe for her. The woman had lived in that house longer than she had been alive, and she knew how to properly deal with the creatures.

The Castle was strange, and its master was stranger. 

Feria scared the crap out of her with her cruel smiles and sneers, it was best to leave before she decided to act as a spoiled brat again. She missed Aunt May, and Joey, she missed Tyr and Jessie, and believe it or not, she missed Tessa - At least she was an evil she understood.

Whenever it was safe enough for her to finally leave the castle, she would miss Marigold, and Leon, although recently he had also become as scarce as his master.

Miraculously, the project was moving faster than she anticipated. On the second day after the supplies had arrived, Ysabel realized that the ballroom was not as damaged as it seemed to be. It just needed a proper cleaning and several little touches here and there.

Right now, all that was left was the upper most section of the walls.

The male servants had helped to create a wooden scaffolding for her to reach the ceilings, and a harness to hold her up while she worked. She was terrified of heights, and the only way she was able to overcome it was by getting engrossed in her work.

Today, however, was a remarkable day. As she climbed, her legs felt wobbly and her head heavy. She couldn't be sick, or could she?

It was possible that she had overworked herself. She had barely eaten breakfast, but then she had forced herself to swallow a piece of toast. That way Marigold would not nag at her for not eating.

Her feet tripped over a piece of wood, her heart skipped a beat, and suddenly she felt weightless. She was flying in the air, or more or less crashing through it to her death.

The force of gravity is a terrifying power.

Warmth engulfed her, and everything stopped. She had landed, but she could not tell on what. A head of honey colored curls entered her vision, looking down at her with wide eyes.

"Are you alright?" Leon asked.

With the exception of Tarzan, Ysabel had never wanted to paint a face as much as she wanted to paint his. For a moment, his face glowed, and his eyes sparkled. She reached out to touch his face, and his eyes darkened at the contact.