Midnight Tresses

Chapter 6

Adrien awoke to a cat licking his ear.

"Huh! What?!" He sitting up so fast startling the cat into running into the small hole. "Where am I?"

It took him awhile to remember what had happened but it came back to him once he looked out the window of the tower. He heard footsteps creaking on the floor.

"Who's there?" He said standing up and looking around.

All he saw was a bed, a vanity, a closet, a curtain, a mannequin, a sewing machine, a stove and oven, and hair everywhere but no one attached to it. No it was attached to something, it was attached to a moving figure hiding behind curtains. Remembering that he was attacked he prepared himself for defense.

"You behind the curtains, who are you? I'm warning you I have a...A...A-" He grabbed the nearest thing to use to defend himself. "A spoon? A spoon! And I'm not afraid to use it!"

He heard the figure behind the curtains giggle.

"I don't think a wooden spoon will pose much of a threat." Marinette said from behind the curtains.

"Well how about a sword? Because I have...I have left it with my horse." He groaned.

"There's no need to be violent."

"Says the person who hit me."

"I'm sorry for hurting you but you're a stranger who deceived me into letting you into my home so can you blame for acting so rash?"

"No I suppose not and I was out of line for tricking you."

"So I guess we're even."

"I guess."

"So what purpose do you have for trying to enter my home?"

"Well I heard you were having a ball that needed a prince, so here I am." He joked.

"You're a prince?" She peeked through the curtains. His eyes were a deep gorgeous green that made her heart flutter.

"Yes I am, Prince Adrien at your service my lady." He said bowing.

"Oh I'm not a lady." She said.

"You're not? Oh then I feel silly because judging by your voice I could've sworn that you were a maiden but if you're a man then this is very awkward."

"Oh no! I'm not a man."

"Then what else is there?"

"I am woman so you can relax." Marinette giggled.

"That's a relief." He chuckled. "Hard to believe a man could have such lovely voice."

"You think my voice is lovely?" She asked blushing.

"Well...Yes." He said blushing too. "In fact if you want me to be honest, the real reason I came here was because I heard your singing and I wanted to know who it was."

"Are you disappointed?"

"Well I can't see you so I can't say."

"Oh...Right."

"Why don't you come out?"

"I don't know. I haven't met anyone except my mother since I was a child."

"Are you afraid of me?"

"Kind of." She admitted.

"I promise you I mean you no harm. Sorry for being so rude we men are somewhat impulsive I suppose. I hope you'll forgive me and I hope you'll let me see you."

Marinette was quite shy and flustered by the bold young man but his polite and sweet voice coaxed her into stepping out of the curtains. Adrien felt his heart stop and his breath leave him as a maiden with skin as fair and delicate as snow, rosy cheeks and lips, and blue eyes that outshined the heavens which framed her beautiful hair that rivaled the night sky.