Emrys_Dreamer18

*Excerpt*

“What does that mean?” She fired back. 

I looked back into her deep black eyes, there were a lot of secret emotions swirling in her eyes but the most was resentment. But I couldn’t help that it was still pulling me in like a deep black cloud or pit. whatever that was.

“I'm still trying to make out your character,” I say.

“And what have you found out?”

She was eager to hear what I would say and was very ready to lash out. 

“Nothing,” I answered. 


His mother never stopped talking about him or (her) as he misplaced. and to add that she was so secretive it piqued his curiosity. 

Mrs. Williams as she was called was a puzzle he wanted to solve and break, break all the barriers. And before he knew the water he was getting into, he was already drowned.

The steward of Rearwood Hall

I let her be till she finished the food and ate to her full. When she was done and calmed down it was then she became conscious again.

"Hmm," she said as she wiped her mouth.

I nodded and looked away. To my rescue, I had come with a book and I grabbed it. We had been in the carriage for hours but this was the first time we were both feeling each other's presence. And the book was a saver. She was supposed to say something wasn't she? I keep flipping the book back to back.

From the corner of my eye, I caught her expression. She was conflicted about how and what to say to me. Her mouth would open occasionally and it would be shut back.

It came out rushed filled with hesitancy.

"I don't know if you are welcome."

It seemed to snap the last thread of her tolerance of what she wanted to say.

"Even though I don't know why you keep coming to my aid unasked."

"When has helping a dying woman a crime?"

"Oh, you very much were. Can I ask you something?" I closed the book and placed it back on the seat.

Seeing her silence as a go-ahead, I asked. "Why are so reserved and stubborn?"

"Am I supposed to be loose before?"

"But, it is just what you are." I scrutinized her. "Why did you refuse to leave the carriage?"

"I'm not obliged to answer your question." she backed away.

Hearing that she grew quiet as she had no defense.

"You refused to leave the carriage to get food knowing you might have a stomach upset. And you also didn't take food from home. Don't you care about your health?"

"Thank you very much, Mr Houston, for coming to my aid. But I won't answer any of your questions any longer."

"You will though," I mutter. "One day."

"What did you say?" she asked unsure if she heard anything.

I picked back the book. "I said you would willingly tell me all I need to know one day. By yourself. It's a clear fact."

The look she gave me was different from every other she gave me. It was a new one. Like she was becoming emotionally conscious of me. It is a line between belief and unbelief about what I just said to her, it must have been sure and confident like I meant it.

The more time I spent with her the more I realized I was interested in knowing everything about her and that I would get what I wanted.

She slept off after a while and since I couldn't get back to sleep after the incident. My pencil and paper became my companion. Outside as we jogged away on the road I looked for something to draw. Nothing grabbed my attention to Inspire me to draw.

Turning back Inside the peaceful face of the woman was all I saw. How peaceful and beautiful she looked while sleeping. Her hair was scattered all over and sensually encircled her face. How alluring it was. Seeing that as a cue I began to sketch hoping she would be still till I finished.

A few minutes later I was done and she stared back at me in my notebook. That was when she woke to stretch herself.

"We've arrived Lindgreen!" The coachman said.

To Lindgreen - Part 3