Of Fantasies And Realities (BOOK I)

Chapter 7...

A Few Gossips And Drinks

The cold, light and gentle night wind rustled her chestnut coloured hair out of its place as it came in contact with her face. She didn't seem to care, she wanted all of it. Her thoughts drifted off..

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"What do you want? Go away!"

"We need to talk"

"No we do not"

"Yes, we do"

Terisah sighed tiredly. "What do you want, Peetar?"

"You know what I want"

"Well, you can not have it", she snapped back.

"And why is that?"

"Because...", she paused. She didn't know how to say it. "Because I'm older than you are!"

"And how is that a problem?"

"Societal norms...."

"Be damned for all I bloody care!", he roared. Terisah flinched slightly at the unexpected rise of his voice. He put his hands on each side of her and caged her between his body and the wardrobe behind her. "I'm not giving up on you, on us", he grounded out with a note of finality.

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Not realizing how long she'd stood out on the front patio or when she had closed her eyes, she dragged in one deep breathe and prepared to proceed back into the theatre when she caught sight of a shadow lurking in the dark.

"Who's there? Come out into the light at once so I can see you", Terisah commanded. Her eyes searched the area for a weapon to hold, in case she needed it.

The figure panicked and retreated back into the dark. She'd being entranced by the performance of the gold blonde beauty in the light blue tutu on the platform, that she hadn't realized she was not alone anymore.

"By the clouds, I will call out to the groundskeepers and have you thrown into the dungeons if you do not come out of the shadows this instant!", the hazel haired lady in the lily coloured day gown threatened.

Rosylie gasped quietly when she heard dungeons. Reluctantly, she retreated slowly into the light with fright and dread playing at the same time, on her face. She had being too long in those far more than she could count and she didn't want more trouble from Lord Havalunde.

Terisah flinched back a bit when she caught sight of the figure. "Oh my! ", she hadn't expected it to be a maiden. More so, a beautiful one at that. She observed that the lady was averagely tall with light golden skin and red wavy hair that would make the Ladies of the ton instantly bathed with jealousy. It took almost 6 painfully long hours and triple the amount of fare from New Grandville City to Arken, to get a little impermanent curl in your hair at Lolitta's beauties. The girl was indeed beautiful, beyond words.

"Do come closer, I don't bite", she assured and chuckled forcefully.

"I beg your pardon, do not call out to the groundskeepers. I am going to get in serious difficulty with Lord...", Rosylie pleaded, tears brimming in her eyes. She had avoided calling Lord Havalunde's name because she didn't want to be traced back home, if she could call it her home.

Terisah noticed her hesitation at calling the Lord's name. She was no fool but she chose not to bother the girl further. She was never going to report anything to the protectors but seeing her now, she knew the girl was frightened and disturbed. She took a step closer to her.