Romantic Moment

Elvis carried Isadora gently, his walking pace becoming smoother as he tried to not increase the pain this woman might be feeling. For a second, he was tempted to look at her face again. Truly, she was really beautiful.

She was uniquely beautiful. Never in his life had he seen someone with a dark full eyebrow like hers. Though her skin was slightly pale, her lips gave more life to her appearance. Full, red lips.

What and why was he thinking of that?

Her hair was the most dangerously unique feature. Her hair was dark, shiny, curly and at the same time, it looked like it was magically platted into long matted strings. In short, her hair was no ordinary hair. If he could recall very much, these kinds of hair were known to be called dreadlocks and there was no way people with dreadlocks existed. It was like a myth.

Her hair was much more beautiful than dreadlocks, as the strings were much curly and very long almost reaching her waist. He had never seen her pack those strings into a ponytail before, it was only... it was only...wait something must be wrong. He had not seen her pack those locks before. Until...until that moment. No. This also shouldn't be what he was thinking.

He shook the thoughts off his mind and walked to his chamber, he initially wanted to put her in her chamber but there was this strange feeling that someone was spying on her there. He did not know who but he knew that person was the same who had almost drained her blood. He had felt a devilish aura just the exact moment he passed her chamber.

When he got to his door, he kicked it open and laid her on his bed. He breathed hard. He felt abnormally tired as if he had just drained all his energy but no, he did not. He only ensured that she didn't feel any pain as he walked while carrying her, and no, he also ensured that he did not stare at her more than twice and no, he was also fighting the urge of sucking her arousing blood, and no, really no. All these things were even enough to drain off all his energy.

He stared at her fragile body. She was thoroughly wounded. He shook his head again as the image of his master tearing her cloth off her came into his view.

He shook his head once more as he recalled how his master had dipped the metal rod into the fire and scorched her skin.

He shook his head further, trying to push away the images of her screams as she yanked off the chains into pieces.

He felt the pains she had gone through.

And the scar ...there were multiple scars on her neck right now with the blood sipping out.

He did not know how to tend to the wounds and he did not want to call any of the maids to help her. He looked around and saw the alcohol he always kept with him, he walked to it and took it then he held it to one of the shelves he kept a few useless things, and he took a plaster and a ball of wool.

Gosh! It...it might pain. But there was a need to disinfect her wound, a long opened wound would lead to another thing and it was dangerous to keep wounds open in a place where creatures like him existed. They might not be able to control themselves just like how it was hard doing the same.

He sighed as he sat down on the bed. He poured a little of the alcohol into the wool and dubbed it around her neck, he heard her tight groan but he kept on since her eyes were still closed.

He kept cleaning the wound still he was done, he thought of plastering the wound but it would make no sense since the wound wasn't the one worth to be plastered. Though blood was still coming out from the wound he kept dubbing them off until there was none.

He sighed, as he knew the next wound he was to clean.

It was not modest of him to do such but he still had to.

He raised his coat on her, off a little so that he could see the wound, he released his hand from the coat. Why was he doing this?

He looked at her face and swallowed hard before staring at the alcohol beside him.

Then an idea pooped in his head.

If...if he did not want to suck her blood, he could drink a little alcohol to overshadow his urge.

He sipped the alcohol and poured a little into the wool before holding the hem of his coat, hesitating, and then he pulled it up slowly. His eyes instinctively widened!

'That bloody man!" He thought and realising what he just thought of, he sighed and swallowed. He had no gut to say such a word to his master because of a mere consort who was at the same time his master's enemy.

"But, she is your beloved." He heard a voice in his brain. Bleeding hell! He sighed and released his hold on the hem and threw the wool away. He drank more alcohol and sighed. This woman was messing with his emotions.

Convinced that he had drunk enough, he repeated what he did. This time, the wound did not seem critical like it appeared to be.

The burn was round, red, too red, and swollen.

He imagined that this did not happen at all. He imagined how fresh and enticing her laps could be if there was no wound.

He was tempted to look up at her face, no he couldn't. He had forced himself not to look up anymore as he removed a bit of his coat from her body so that he could treat her wound.

He applied the alcohol to another wool and slowly wiped the stain on her lap, he heard her groan in pain but he couldn't tell if she was aware herself.

He felt somehow. He did not want to see her in such pain. But still, he had to treat the burns before they get infected.

"You...you will be fine," he heard himself say. As he held tightly to her pale hand. This time, his eyes betrayed him as they walked up her body. He swallowed and breathed deeply. He had been doing these two things frequently that he thought there would not be any saliva to calm himself down anymore.

He applied the alcohol again and this time he saw her hold him tightly with another groan. There was this awful pain that throbbed in his heart hearing her groan. He wanted to hug her, maybe it would help her relax.

He did not know why he was feeling this way. Thank goodness she was not awake, he would have not known how he was going to face her.

"Oswa..." He heard her say as he moved small circles on her hand.

The exact moment he heard her say those words, he felt a strong thick aura in the room and he instinctively looked at the door and there he was. That naughty man!

"Has his lordship taken fun in giving his slaves mistresses?" He heard that annoying voice. He glared at him, but the man continued, "Must have broken a romantic moment."