Chapter 6:

Michaels pov:

I open my eyes and I cant help but stare at her lying in my arms, her eyes closed and breathe slow. I smile as I see her beautifully resting face. Im grateful every single day to finally have the love of life back. It feels like it was just yesterday we were only kids playing in the woods, helping our tribe next to us that came back from war. We grew up and thankfully the wars between the tribes stopped thanks to my father. Rest peacefully father, one day we will meet again. "Good morning my love." Her sweet voice makes its way into my ear drums. "Good morning love." I kiss her forehead gently and squeeze her a bit tighter to assure her that I will ever let her go, not again. We dress ourselves for breakfast after accomplishing all of our daily morning preparations.

Seated at the dining table we notice that Sebastian isn't with us. He must have over slept, yet now that I think about it this isnt like him to be late. "William, would you wake Sebastian?" he stops dead in his tracks. "I regret to inform you Michael but Sebastian will be having his breakfast in his office. He informed both Jazmin and I that he does not wish to be disturb due to the fact that he has a large work load to achieve as well as other business activities." I notice in my peripheral vision that Angelicas head drops to her feet. "I understand is he taking any visitors if not would you mind telling me when he will be able to?" I hope Angelica will be able to visit and see him. "No sir, he doesnt want any visitors until he has finished with the paperwork. I will inform you when if you would like me to?" The food arrives in front of us and I nod my head to accept Williams offer.

*A week later*

I enter the creative room and let my daily art routine begin. First by picking out what paints, I decided to go with oil pains today, I prep my canvas. In walks in anglelica and Rebecca. "Hello love." I smile and give her a kiss on her cheek to great her and I cant help but notice how, empty anglelica's eyes look. "Hello." I greet her with a smile she looks at me with her empty eyes and a pressured faint smile, in a soft voice she greets back. "Hello, mind if I play while you paint?" "Of course not I truly enjoy your talent." I smile she smiles back a half real smile flattered yet something in bothering her terribly. Rebecca and I watch her as she seats herself on a floor pillow with a empty book and pen. She then proceeds to play a few strings and scribbles down a few things. After a few hours she plays a series of strings in perfect order within her mind. "Lunch is ready for serving, Micheal." "Anglelica will you be joining us?" "No thank you, I'm not hungry but I truly appreciate the invitation." A bit upset by the news we go to eat.

Anglelicas Pov:

" I know your scared,

Of what the furture may hold

But ill be there

And I'm not letting go

You belong with me

And everyone will see

Our hearts will run free

I know its new

And im quite scared too

Open up your mind

Remember your mine

And I'll be with you til the end of my time

I know its tough

But we can get through

My heart is with you."

It feels absurd, yet pleasant to acknowledge how I feel about sir. The truth is I simply can not act on it. I need to stay with my head and not let my heart get into the way. Its inconvenient, emotions that is. They're simply inconvenient. I decide to play my written piece again adjusting the cords to suit my vocal tone and strumming patterns to fit along side the rhythm. I hear an applause, and immediately my face turns red to the though of someone being here and hearing me write this honestly crappy attempt of a 'love' song.

"That was beautiful, your truly talented my little girl." In the doorway stands a man. Bloody and beaten, besides his harmed face I can't help but look at the man with disgust. "May you please refrain from calling me your little girl." "I don't see why I should refrain, after what I heard I want to put in a offer for you, darling." I shudder at his attempt. "May I ask for your name, and may I ask what gave you the idea she could be bought." Sir inquires as he walks from behind this strange man to my side. "All women may be brought from my understanding and I am Noah descendent of Damien." "Brother of Hunter I persume?" With a short nodd response Sir continues. "You came here strictly for business. If I were in your position I would refrain from speaking to my lady." Sir walks towards to what I assume his office and shaken slightly Noah follows. My posture is slouched when I registered that sir has business to sort through. I dearly miss him, my heart aches. So much so that for the past week I've been in his bed waiting for his return but no luck. I honestly need to let my hopes lower and stop being so pathetic. Yet I can't help but smile when I replay his words in my mind. 'My lady' his lady... I'm his lady. Both frustrated and blissed by this I return the gituar to the stand and go to Sir's bed to sleep.