Acting Ladylike | On Hold

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"Of course not. Absolutely not. No. I will not allow it."

"I didn't ask your opinion." I respond crossing my arms.

"I don't know how you got back here or how you saw all this, but no, definitely not."

"I saved your life! You owe me!"

"You did not save my life. For the second time, I had everything under control."

"Oh really? What would you have done if I hadn't been there?"

"...That's my personal business," he responds after a few seconds of silence.

I snort.

"Of course."

He continues to ignore me and proceeds to walk down the corridor that I previously came down to reach him.

"I wouldn't go that way if I were you." I warn pointing towards the left corridor.

"You do not have the authority to tell me what to do, Miss Davenport."

"Well, I mean if you want to get robbed, by all means continue on your way."

"They're out there?"

I uncertainly nod.

"Who do you mean by 'they'?"

"The...robbers?" It takes him a few moments to form a response before answering the question carefully.

I nod slowly again, squinting at him.

"There are some people in the main ballroom and they're robbing everyone. They threatened us by holding a gun to Lady Thompson's head."

"And you got away how exactly?"

"Well no one was really paying attention to me."

Something resembling a smirk passes over his face for about a second.

"That's a wonder with how loud you seem to be."

I frown at him.

He turns towards the opposite hallway and begins walking again, leading us deeper into the building and away from the main ballroom.

The time it takes me to glance over my shoulder the opposite way, Mr. Ashworth is already ten steps ahead of me.

"Hey, wait!"

He ignores me and continues walking.

"You're just going to leave those people back there and let them get robbed? My mother's back there!"

I hear a snort from him.

"I doubt they have much to take from her considering your attire."

I glance down at my gown seeing absolutely nothing wrong with it.

"Why, you—!"

He silences me with a wave of his hand never once slowing his stride.

I continue trailing after him.

"What? Are you scared?"

"Not scared. Outnumbered," is his curt response.

"What happens if they kill her? Lady Thompson, I mean."

He shrugs in response, coming to a stop in front of a small wooden door at the end of the hall.

He pulls something out of his pocket that looks like a small piece of metal before inserting it into the keyhole and moving it around until a clicking noise is audible.