THE ADVENTURES OF ANNABELLE AND ALBERT

"I saw you plunge from the top of the waterfall," said Albert without looking at Annabelle. Those golden eyes stared straight ahead, staring into the darkness of the forest.

Annabelle who heard it, was shocked by the frozen body. "Did you see that I was just using ...?" Albert nodded, cutting off Annabelle's words.

"Oh, that's so embarrassing, My Lord. Looks like I have to go down now, the guests must have started to go home. I have to go home now, it's too late, "said Annabelle, who suddenly withdrew from Albert when she learned that Albert had seen her body.

Albert held Annabelle's hand, as Annabelle passed him. With his strong hands, Albert held Annabelle in his arms. His hands were wrapped around Annabelle's waist and back. "Your body is very beautiful, Princess."

"Stop your words, My Lord," Annabelle said as she squirmed trying to free herself from Albert's arms.

"Because of that, I was so exasperated when that beautiful body was trapped in this corset."

"STOP!" Annabelle snapped when she heard the man continue to talk about her body. Which aristocrat is very disrespectful to talk about a woman's body parts that are not his Lady.

Annabelle still continued to rebel in Albert's confines, making Albert even more furious with Annabelle's body movements. Albert quickly held Annabelle's head and crushed the sweet lips he had tasted earlier. Annabelle's body instantly fell silent and didn't struggle anymore.

Albert's lips crushed Annabelle's lips even deeper than what she had done earlier. The tower was too dark for people to see, if up there, there were two people who were tasting and sipping the sweetness of each other's honey.

Annabelle's face started to turn red, as the air in her lungs thinned. His breath was gasping as if he was riding around the forest. His hair was already very messy, as well as Albert's hair which had become disheveled because of Annabelle's fingers ruffling it. Albert arched Annabelle's body backwards, her lips continued to move, making Annabelle's lips swell. Even though it was dark, the moonlight could still make them see the face in front of them.

They didn't end their activities until the midnight bell rang. Awaken them from the passion that seemed to want to explode.

Knowing that Annabelle's breath was running low, Albert moved his lips away and straightened their bodies again.

"Why are your lips so cute, Princess. Sweeter than forest honey bee, makes me want to keep pulverizing it," said Albert.

"You're depleting the oxygen in my lungs, My Lord," Annabelle replied.

"Forgive me. We'd better get down now before our passions get out of hand."

Annabelle too, nodded in agreement. She took Albert's hand as Albert stretched out her hand and led her down the dark and slippery staircase of the tower.

When they arrived at a brighter place, Annabelle's eyes widened in shock, seeing the appearance of the man who was with her. "Wait a minute, My Lord!" said Annabelle stopping them in their tracks.

"What is wrong?" asked Albert in surprise.

Annabelle quickly raised her hand and brushed Albert's hair. "I'm sorry, My Lord. Your hair is so messy because of me. I don't want us to be the gossip of the maids who see us," Annabelle said with a smile.

"I like it and take it easy, the eyes and mouths of the servants here are tightly locked when they see and hear whatever is happening in the castle," Albert said as he brought his face closer to Annabelle's, but Annabelle immediately moved back, afraid that she would not be able to control her passion again.

They walked down a corridor with lime green castle walls, red carpets and matching curtains. The ceiling was high with a dome on top, decorated with gold carvings.

Several pieces of art in gilded frames are attached along the walls. Seen at the end of the corridor, a staircase made of wood carvings and decorated with picture cloth hanging above it.

The sound of their footsteps echoed along the quiet corridor. Everyone gathered at the main castle, while Albert and Annabelle walked to the east side of the castle.

A wooden gate, visible in front of Annabelle, was much smaller than the main door, where she had entered the castle earlier. Annabelle was sure that the door was her way of sneaking out of the castle.

Before Annabelle reached the door, Albert took out a black leather coat with a large hood, which was hanging by the wall of the exit. The coat is his coat that he uses when he wants to go out without a plan.

"Use this! This will hide your messy hair and loose corsets, "said Albert.

"No, My Lord. This coat must be very expensive. Besides, whose coat is this?"

"This is mine, wear it! I don't want you to be cold," said Albert who immediately put the coat on Annabelle's body. The masculine scent of the coat, immediately entered Annabelle's sense of smell. Awaken something that had been sleeping inside him. Annabelle had to hold her breath in response to the scent.

After Albert finished putting on the coat and covered Annabelle's head with his hood, his hands returned to Annabelle's hand. Lead the woman to the door.

Albert unlocked the door and pushed the wood. The sound of wood creaking was heard as the door was opened. The cold air immediately hit both of their bodies. Annabelle still felt the cold air blowing through the coat she was wearing. He turned to the man beside him who seemed unaffected by the cold air.

The door turned out to be directly connected to the horse-drawn carriage used by the guests. It seemed that all the guests had left because only Annabelle's horse carriage with the Taylor family symbol was left there.

Quickly, Albert put Annabelle into his carriage. "Go home, I'm sure we'll meet again," Albert said as he stuck his hands into the large hood that hid Annabelle's face.

His warm hands framed Annabelle's cheeks, making them blush. Their eyes stared at each other, as if this was a long goodbye.

"You can find me easily, My Lord. My estate is very easy to find and I'm not leaving there."

Albert nodded. Of course, he knew exactly where the Taylors' estate was, even though he'd never been there. After releasing Annabelle, the woman got into the carriage. Albert closed the carriage door and stood still, staring at the carriage Annabelle was riding away from her castle. Heading towards the big, white rounded moon at the end of the road.

Albert's eyes continued to stare at the train until it disappeared at the end of the road.

When Annabelle's carriage pulled into the grounds, Griselda was already standing in front of their estate. Annabelle came down with a big smile. In contrast to Griselda who looked at the Princess in shock. What's more, Annabelle's messy appearance.

"Why is it early morning, you just got home?" asked Griselda.

"You are just like my mother Griselda. I can go home at any time, " Annabelle replied casually as she walked past her servant.

"You don't look like a lady, Miss Annabelle."

"I am not a lady."

"Have you just defiled yourself?"

"Everyone already thinks I'm defiled, so it's fine if I defile myself one more time."

"Did you meet Lord Albert Louis?"

"No, I didn't meet him."

"Then who did you go with?"

"With Simon?"

"Simon? I've never heard of that name. Is he a noble?"

"Yeah, he claims to be a noble otherwise he wouldn't have come to the party."

"But there is no noble named Simon in this area," Griselda argued.

"Yes, I know but I don't care," said Annabelle as she continued walking leaving Griselda.

"Your coat, Miss Annabelle! You haven't let go yet, " shouted Griselda.

"I will release it myself in my room. Don't ever touch it. Now go to sleep, you must be tired waiting for me to come home."

"But we're not gone talking yet," said Griselda.

"Tomorrow we talk again," said Annabelle who then entered her room ignoring Griselda.

Even Griselda could only bow respectfully to her princess without saying anything else.