It's for the best. ..Right?

Chapter 3

Before they reached the Yule Estate, Crimson had cried herself to sleep, her head propped up against the window. Thinking that just a slight head move, would change her life completely, made her lose control on her sadness. A tear was dried, by the cool air in the car. Isaiah had seen the familiar trees and his eyes dimmed, feeling as if he was back in his prison, turning his head to her, to say it was his house. Seeing her sleeping was one of the most beautiful sights that he had ever seen, possibly greater, than the sight of France.

When the car came to a stop, one of his servants came to the door, opening it for him, and then waiting for him to get out the car. But before he left, he pointed to Crimson, so they could get her too. A butler walked to her side, and opened her door, picking her up out the car gently. But by time, they reached the doors, they were opened by maids, who followed the butler upstairs and into her new room. She needed to be made up for dinner, so she wasn’t shown up by the prince.

The maids took her dress off gingerly, making sure not to wake her, and slipped on a spaghetti-strapped white silk nightgown on her, which only came mid-thigh. Which shown off her nicely tanned legs, and small figure. Soon taking off her headdress too, undoing her braids, it showed her slightly wavy brown hair, and it reached her mid-back.

When finished, they laid her on the bed, and shook her arm repetitively, trying to wake her up. She got up startled a first, thinking she would be in her tent with her mother, but seeing these foreign people, made her remember her predicament, almost sending her into tears again. But a soft lady-like voice cooed to her, “It’s time for dinner, Miss Kihiw.”

Crimson let out a sigh and nodded, sitting back up, taking a look at herself, then letting out a soul-wrenching scream since they undressed her, without her consent at all. “Why did you change my clothes? How do I know, you didn’t try to touch me in places!”

Isaiah opened the door slowly, peeking in at her, and stifling a laugh, since she was over exaggerating. But her eyes met his, turning into slits, since it was probably his fault in the first place. His reaction to her glare, was to just open the door wider, and motion her outside, saying ‘Thank you’ to the maids, as he ran down the stairs, heading into the kitchen.

Crimson sighed, and mumbled a ‘Thank you’. She headed out the room, almost gasping at the sights of it, never seeing such a place like this. It being at first overwhelming, then it became quite beautiful and majestic.

Then making her way down the stairs slowly, her eyes flicking from the chandelier to all of the pretty windows, some of them painted and the rest so clean, she could see every grass blade outside, even if it was night time. Her eyes twinkling from the light, and she was so fascinated, that she even started to smile, twirling a little in the middle of the room. Her dress flowing up with the wind, feeling as if she really were a princess, like the stories and she finally, let out an amused giggle.

Finally, she remembered where she had to go, and put her hands down on her dress, making it stop flowing. She started walking to where she assumed, the kitchen was, her smile fading and serious face coming back into play. But when she walked into the kitchen, she was put into another wave of astonishment. The kitchen’s lights lighting up her face, and her eyes were complimented by the lighting.

“You like it then, aye?” Isaiah was at the table, sipping some juice in a cup, having a bowl of beef stew beside it, his hand on his cheek, looking bored and his electric blue eyes on her, looking her over, almost seeming as if he was checking her out.

“I do. Your mother must’ve been a very lovely woman.” She looked back down at him, and to the food he was eating. She was resisting licking her lips, since she was hungry, but her stomach made the choice for her, and growled quietly. Crimson’s cheeks grew hot, a faint blush on her cheeks, so she took a seat at the table, beside him.

“I made you a bowl, love. So, you wouldn’t eat any of mine.” He pointed to the bowl infront of he, and she mumbled a ‘Thank you’, before beginning to eat. It being elegant, but hurried since she hasn’t eaten in a few hours, the drive being far from where he lived. A smirk creeping onto his face, when he noticed she was wearing the gown, but he fell when she looked up at him, his eyes going back down to his bowl, eating it slowly, like an actual prince was. He just wanted to make her think, that he wasn’t all that bad, as he poured her a glass of juice, breaking the silence with just a few words.

“Since you’re so witty, how do you suppose, we could break off the bloody marriage?”