Into Another Time

We Meet Again

My cheek scraped against something soft. Half-asleep, I turned to my other side. Again. I was lying on something soft.Slowly, I willed myself to come out of the depths of my sleep. My eyes slowly fluttered open. There was no harsh light of the sun, but no darkness either. The room was semi lit by the grill window allowing the orangish sunlight to come in, indicating it was evening. The first thing I saw was the wooden ceiling above me. I blinked my eyes several times to rinse my eyes off any leftover sleep. I sat up. I was on a soft bed, well softer than the parlour's bed.

And that's when it all came back to me.

All the memories hit me like a train. Rowan. The plan to go to Central London. Rohesia and Adam. Getting arrested by those guards. Oh my God where was I?. Did they arrest me?. I looked down at my dress, it was still the same dress I was wearing. The last thing I remember before passing out was the argument between Rowan and my parlour hosts and guards. What had happened?. This wasn't the parlour. This wasn't the cell either, to my enormous relief. This room was nice-ish compared to what I had seen before. Everything was made of wood, making it pretty brown. It was not well furnished, lots of empty spaces, but there was a cupboard, again wooden on the left side of the room. The room was bigger than any I had been in previously, approximately the size of my former room in Chelsea. My eyes landed on another bed a few metres away from mine. The bedsheet and the size of the bed ( single sized) was the same as the one I was sitting on. I got up from the bed and stood up. What was going on?

I walked up to the grill window in between the beds from where the light was pouring in. I gripped the grills with my hands and gazed outside. It was definitely evening, the violet sky framed by the dipping, orange sun. I couldn't see anything else outside as my view was blocked by the building's make. Yes, I could make out I was in a building and at a height. The 3rd or 4th floor perhaps. Where was I?. I turned around and made my way to the-you guessed it-wooden door and knocked rapidly.

" Someone there?!", I called out.

No response.

I knocked again and again and repeated my words but there was no sound from the other side of the door. What if this was Rowan's house and he had brought me here and gone to deal with those guards or something?. Yes that was the only sense that made right now because this was not the cell or the parlour. This was a new place. I breathed a deep sigh of relief. Thank goodness we had escaped. But I guess I spoke too soon.

Just as I was turning away from the door, it opened. I gasped at the sight. Three guards were standing outside. They looked at me for a second before splitting in the middle to give way to a man. They bowed deeply as the man stepped forward. My heart stopped at the view and I forgot to breathe. No, this can't be happening. No, no, NO. Him. Not, him!. ANYBODY but him!.

The cause of my distress for the past few days stood there, smiling, his eyes shining when they land on me. The one person I never wanted to see viewed me coolly, with smug victory and triumph written on his face. He wore a shiny dark purple tunic with a belt at the waist along with a black fur cloak. The hose was on his legs was like the last time I remembered. My knees became wobbly and my throat became dry as he sauntered over to me, at a leisurely pace. He slowly made his way to me, taking his time, to make a point. I backed away quickly before I could stop myself until my back hit the wall. He waved 'go' to his guards by a flick of his hands and they quickly left, but not before tightly shutting the door.

Lord Pervert stood in the middle of the room, smirking evilly at me, everything about him screaming 'I told you I would find you'. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I waited for him to speak.

" You look even more ravishing with your hair down", he complimented, taking me by surprise. My hand went to my head and I realized I wasn't wearing my veil. The guards pulled it off me, I remembered. I felt even more self-conscious now than before and I put all of my hair behind my back. He chuckled slightly at my action. He was a lot more relaxed than before, when he was really angry I 'denied' him.