Constance Whitlock: The fourth wife of mine

Under the skys of a December night

     (I do not own any of the music or pictures except for the drawing in the previous chapter)
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    1842 December
   It seems that my associate has extended the celebration to three days so I am now arriving to the second day of the ball.
Surprisingly during the whole morning I could not focus on my work at all. My mind just kept going back to Constance......Could this be a symptoms of what humans call......love?...no it can't be...Someone like me?......it is impossible for me to fall in love. That's what father always said. I sigh as I enter the venue once more. The thought of being able to see Constance once more keeps drifting around in my mind.
"Why is she haunting me?" I grumble to myself not noticing I was walking into someone's path. We end up bumping into each other, the other ended up stumbling a bit so I caught them.
"I am truly sorry miss I was not paying attention to my surroundings......Something has been bothering me lately." I quickly apologize as a chuckle comes out of the maiden.
"Was it me who is keeping you Mr. Sakamaki~" they say as I recognize the voice.
"Well miss Constance it seems we meet yet again." I say as I help her up with a generous smile on my face causing her to blush.
"Great the freak is dancing with Tougo Sakamaki again." One of the guest whispers towards the other just a foot away from me.
"Why do they keep coming here? The young lord of the manor would never choose them not even in a million years." The other replies.
"Quite true but it seems they are set to brush with Sakamaki." They continue with the conversation.
"I wonder if he even knows the secret that the freak is hiding. I mean it is a Sodomitical Stumpet." My hears slowly absorb the words......so......it's seems that......Constance is actually......male...?
I slowly let go of the woman- I mean man before me.
      "Mr. Sakamaki are you alright?" He questions me as a back away from him a bit.
     "O-oh it's nothing my dear I'm just going to grab a drink I haven't had anything since I've gotten here." I say politely as possible still trying to hide my shock. As I take a sip out of champagne glass I continue watching Constance ever so carefully, I mean they didn't look male but they did say they had a secret. Well I should go find out myself.
After another glass of champagne I make my way back to Constance who is standing alone on a balcony over looking the city but I notice this area is almost completely empty, Constance was standing pretty close to the edge. The wind blows gently outside as I slowly walk towards them when I see a pair of shoes sitting on the ledge and I see Constance begin to pull themselves up onto the ledge to where there standing on it. This side of the manor has very little people around there so jumping from the ledge wouldn't be very noticeable. Realizing what they are about to do I race over and pull them back, tripping over my own foot I do a little spin and then fall with Constance underneath me.
"Mr. Sakamaki...?" He ask as I prop myself up with my hands.
"Don't you dare ever kill yourself before me, got it?" I glare towards him as tears build up in there eyes and they begin crying.
"I-I-I can't take it anymore! I know you heard those two snobs talking about me......I know you know the truth now......I'm a freak just like they all say!" He continues crying underneath me when I suddenly pin there arms down by his sides and smash my lips onto theirs, they tasted of strawberry and caramel so sweet. It takes a few seconds but they begin kissing back, I pull away knowing that they need to breath but I could've continued; a piece of saliva connected our lips as a blush dust over his cheeks.
"Th-th-that wa-was my first kiss." He whispers as I get off of them and help him up.
"And you were quite good at it." I whisper into there ear. I walk to the edge of the balcony and pick up his shoes and hand them over.
"Now let's go dance, my dear." He quickly puts on his shoes as and takes my hand, leading him to the dance floor. A new waltz begins to fill the air as I wrap my arm around his waist.
"Do you know this waltz as well?" I ask him as he nods smiling.
"Under the sky of Paris by Andre Rieu." He answers as we spin in a small circle.
"You know your music quite well." I say with a smirk.
"Well I am a music enthusiast." He says quite awkwardly causing a warm feeling to go through my chest
For the remaining hours of the night I spent all of it with Constance, we danced and chatted until the very end. That night I took Constance back to his home. It was a simple manor much smaller than my own, it's walls were a pale gray will the roofs were pitch black.
"I believe this is your stop my dear." I say as I look towards him. He sighs and looks down with a noticeable fear in his eyes.
"Constance are you ok?" I ask with general worry in my voice.
"I'm fine Tougo-I mean Mr. Sakama-" I cut them off with a kiss causing them to blush and slipping a card into there hand.
"My number is on the card, call me whenever you need me." I whisper into there ear as there blush darkness.
"You look so adorable when you blush my dear. I'll see you on the morrow's evening." I tell him as he begins walking up the stairs to his home, he quickly nods still blushing as he opens the door and looks back at me.
"I'll see you on the morrow's evening as well......b-beloved." He cutely stutters as I nod and watch him disappear behind the door.
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I went home that night in a somewhat daze as I remember the kiss, the kiss was so......sweet and affectionate......and dare say......amazing. Through all of my years of seduction I've never felt this way about a kiss not even my wives...............Oh no!.........Damn it!.........If those uptight whores learn of Constance they will have him killed...I mustn't allow that to happen! I shall conjure a servant to protect him no matter what! Wait?-what is wrong with me? I-I've never felt this way before either...what is that boy doing to me......?

Sodomitical:Victorian slang meaning gay basically
Stumpet:Victorian slang for whore basically
Brush:Euphemism for sex