"Please let us just do what we have to before we get in trouble" l said, in support of Grace.
We prepared the water with lots of scents and fragrance, making sure to sprinkle some red roses before bringing Lady Quinn into the bath. We washed her gently and mildly before proceeding to wash her hair. We dried her and styled her hair in the most attractive way we can. She will indeed be the most beautiful lady amongst the ladies in the feast. l secretly eyed her as l thought of Lord Quinn seeing her and accessing her beauty and elegance.
'If l am dressed this way too, l will look beautiful.'
l was jolted out of my thoughts by an irritatingly loud voice
"Vanessa! Please get the conjugal ring from Lord Quinn's room" Bruse requested
"What?" I screamed... finding it hard to process what I just heard
Lady Quinn glared at me almost immediately, her wide eyes scrutinizing me like a hawk would its prey—already piecing together possible scandals in her mind.
"Alright Bruse" l said reflectively, trying to undo the effects of my previous outburst
As l found my way to Lord Quinn's room, I could not help but ponder on what just happened. Why the hell did Bruse choose me of all people to get the conjugal rings? Why will a wedded Lady not have her conjugal ring with her?
My heart beat kept increasing as l took calculated steps towards Lord Quinn's room. I know he is in there certainly which helped accelerate my heartbeat and my shaking hands.
'How will l face him?' l have not been able to see him properly since the...you know what happened. Eitjer because he ordered it or it was plain coincidence. Whichever way, I was still scared because I could easily be made to take the blame if words get out. I mean, who wouldn'tbelieve it when it is said like... 'The stupid maid seduced the Man of the house even though the Lady was nice enough to take her miserable self in, clothef and even fed her' they could even put a twist to it and say 'It was suspicious enough that she was given as a gift. Her previous Master must have sent her here to do his bidding; to kill the Lady of the house and become a Lady herself. She must be a fool to think she would ever get near that position in her life.'
My imagination kept wondering far off and I knew I needed a distraction before the tears that had welled in my eyes begin to form a loop down my chin. My first go-to rescue was that I was too intangible to occupy the Lord's memory.
'l need to calm myself down now because he might not even remember what transpired between us' I concluded. Finding solace in that for as long as I could.
l eventually got to Lord Quinn's door and knocked calmly after which his deep voice that always sounded bored, even laced with anger resonated from the room sending chills down my spine. If his voice can scare me this much, how then will l face him?
"Come in"
"...." l opened the door with shaky hands as l feared my heart will cease at this rate. He was sitted like the god he is on his cozy cushion without a care in the world and here l was getting all anxious about just facing him. 'Foolish me.'
His calm demeanour pissed me off to the extent that my previously scared self died on the spot to be replaced by my angry self. Why was I worrying myself? Even if people come to know about the incident and he tried to pin it on me, I would not go down with a fight too! I would say everything he did. How dare he? First, he took advantage of me then he ghosted me and now what? he is all relaxed like that!
"Good day Lord Quinn, Lady Quinn asked me to collect the conjugal ring from your room. Can you please point out where the ring is?" His eyes pierced into me like he was looking straight into my soul and of course, l was beginning to feel nervous again. Seeing his eyes, my brain, as if on cue, began flashing our immoral actions from the other day right in my mind eyes. It even made my moan resound in my ears and heat began rushing to my face. Can it get any better? Hell!
"It is on the stool beside the bed" Lord Quinn said after what seemed like hours of silence.
l strolled to the stool trying to maintain balance on my shaky legs. l took the box in which the ring is and chastened my steps towards the door in an attempt to run out of the room when my hands was grasped gently but firmly. l turned abruptly to meet eye to eye with my fantasy. Those beautiful grey eyes that does things to me. 'How did he get here so fast?'
"Do you need anything Lord Quinn?" l asked as l tried to use all the restraints within me to pull my eyes from his captivating ones. He ignored my question and drew me closer instead. Nuzzling his nose into the crook of my neck. Inhaling whatever was there, probably my scent, hungrily, greedily, like he had been starved. I thought I had anger welling within me before because all I feel now was calm and pleasure as my body reacted on it's own accord, tilting my head to a side as a way of giving him more access.
'Why? Why can't l...why can't l push him away?' He used me as a tool for his relief and he wants to use me again! It would have been no problem if he was a bachelor but He is married!
"Please Lord Quinn, don't do this to me" l pleaded as my hands shot up to his firm chest that l so much admire, doing more of feeling than pushing. His face expressed shock and l felt pangs of guilt for denying him like l was supposed to always let him get access to my body anytime he wants. Like it was my obligation. Like I were his wedded wife....His eyes queried mine, seeking for answers. The reason for my actions...He pulled away, dissapointment evident in his eyes. Cold, merciless shrill hit my unsuspecting skin immediately he withdrew from me. Had he been keeping me warm?He opened his mouth to speak but he swallowed his words. He walked backwards dejectedly and l felt pain claw to my heart. l wanted to call him back but then why should l do that? He wants to go to a festive to renew and strengthen his vow with his wife yet he wants to touch me? l felt disgust brew within me as l dashed to the door and exited his room. l calmed my raging breath before entering lady Quinn's room as l do not want anyone to be suspicious.
"What took you so long?" Bruse asked, exasperated
"I am sorry, Lord Quinn said he does not know where the conjugal rings are and tasked me to find it" l said, looking pointedly at Lady Quinn in an attempt to make her feel bad and unwanted that her husband cared so little about their rings and it worked because her face turned red in anger immediately. The maids dare not utter a word but l know that they are trying hard to stifle their laughter. Lady Quinn wore the conjugal ring and we gave her finishing touches that once again reflected her beauty.
The most beautiful wagon of the many wagons owned by The Lord and Lady was prepared for the journey. Her dress is unlike anything l have ever seen in my whole life. It effortlessly displayed wealth and elegance. It's beauty is blinding with colourful pebbles and gems occupying most of the purple coloured dress. The dress is fastened at the chest hence, straining and pushing her breasts to the surface with obviously displayed cleavage. It is also tightly fastened at the waist to show off her enviable tiny waist that is every woman's dreambbefore flaring from waist downwards. The flare is huge and generous almost swallowing her whole. We had to lift up the hem when she was going down the stairs. When she was fully settled inside, Danielle was sent to fetch the Lord and l heaved a sigh of relief. 'Thank God l was not sent.'
"So where are the places you checked when you were asked to look for the conjugal rings?" Lady Quinn asked out of the blue, her eyes throwing imaginary daggers at me
"Errrr___l...l__ " The question caught me off guard and l literally have no idea of what to say. l thought hard as l pictured Lord Quinn's room in my head trying to figure out places things can be kept. l was finally able to come up with something "I checked the stool beside the couch, the worktable and the stool beside the bed too"
"How is that? Gabbriel lets no one touch his worktable. How are you an exception?" Lady Quinn asked, her mood laced with suspicion.
"l do not know that he lets no one touch his worktable my Lady. l only checked his worktable because he asked me to" l defended, feigning innocence
"You need to talk about this with l and Gabbriel" She concluded, not buying my story. l scoffed at her internally. The ever efficient investigator!
"Someone should get me a knife from the kitchen!" Lady Quinn yelled in frustration as she struggled with a stubborn thread from her cloth that attached itself to the sole of her shoe and wouldn't come off. l raced back to the house as this is an opportunity to escape Lady Quinn's straining questions. l searched for a small knife that will do her bidding and l got the right one. l turned to leave only to be scared out of my wit on seeing the person behind me. Lord Quinn was there, standing dangerously close to me. 'How did he get there without making a sound? Is that even possible?' l thought, as my mind browsed countless reasons why he is currently before me. My breath ceased in my throat as l locked eyes with him. His height is intimidating and his eyes held hidden emotions that l could barely make out. 'Is that plea in his eyes?' Is he pleading with me? He is pleading. Why?
"I am sorry" Lord Quinn said in his deep, monotone voice that caressed my skin in the most soothing way. 'This man is my downfall from the heights of purity' l thought.
"Sorry for what my Lo....." l began to say but was cut off by Lord Quinn in the most romantic way ever. A way I could never have thought of....He landed his lips on mine! Hell! My first kiss ever is from him.
l stood like a statue, eyes wide opened, lips crashed together with his, mind shattered...Then, l suddenly remembered l don't know how to kiss. l began to panic as l don't want to make mistakes and dissapoint Lord Quinn. l quickly pulled back with urgency and the words flew out of my mouth
"I don't know how to kiss, Lord Quinn. What if l bite you?" l asked with all innocence a person could ever possess. Lord Quinn stayed silent for a moment, his eyes searching mine and when he found whatever he was looking for, he burst into a serious feat of laughter. 'Did l say anything wrong? l was just looking out for him and all he did in return was to laugh?' l became annoyed and proceeded to go out of the kitchen but Lord Quinn was quick to hold on to my hands and spin me around. He was obviously still stifling a laughter and that only made me more annoyed..