Chaol marches towards the waiting benches where the rest of his group stayed. He clapped his hand in order to get their attention.
"Get up, and let's go home."
Yvonne and the others stretched their arms. It was a long day. Asty stared at Chaol with concerned eyes before the male's icy hues met hers. The male glanced away. He felt that tapping on his chest once again.
After a few moments, the others started to head towards the carriage. She noticed that Chaol was walking slower than the others.
"You guys can walk ahead, I'll wait for Chaol." she whispered to Lana and Yvonne.
"Huh? Why?"
"I want to ask to as
The count's atrocious humming could be heard from almost every corner of his castle. Errol covered his ears as the count continued to hum his flowery masterpiece."He's bad at it." Errol mumbled to Owl and sighed."Are you forgetting that you are living in that bad hummer's house, rent-free?" Owl flayed at him."Of course, I'm not forgetting it." he replied.They continued to stack the hay near the stables. Asty approaches them from behind and called out to them. Their heads turned at her. She was holding a tray of snacks for the two."Hey guys!" she called out to them. "Take a break."The two's eyes glist
"She'd be on the top of my list."Asty's cheek blushed only by thinking of the count's forbidden response. She rolled back and forth against her bed and exasperated a sigh."H-He's too blunt." she mumbles to herself and bit her lip.The male was absolutely teasing. Even from just the thought of him would make every woman intoxicated.There was a knock on her door. Asty lifted her head and called out, asking for the person who was knocking."Who is it?"There was no response. Asty stood up and reached towards the door, opening it. There stood Errol, looking down at her.
Chaol was conscientiously staring at the glass of red wine on his fingers. He was sitting near the fireplace, all alone in silence. The only thing he could hear was the burning crisp of the wood as the embers gently surround the air. He unbuttons the neck portion of his white buttoned shirt and leaned against the soft cushion behind him. 2 AM was Chaol's new favorite hour. The silence became his solace after everyone in his household falls into a deep slumber. The quiet and serene sound of the flames and the chirping of crickets was soothing in his ears. It was only at this hour when he is able to think straight. No loud Yvonne. No lectures from Lana. No pressure from Owl, and most of all— no seducing for Asty. He brings the glass towards his lips and takes a light sip. He gazed onto it, while swirling the liquid inside as he circulates the glass in the air with his fingers. He observ
"I'm grateful to my mistress for sending me to the ball, because if it weren't for her— I wouldn't meet you, Chaol."The softness and gentleness of Asty's voice were stuck in his mind. He would never get tired of that impish, genuine smile that she gives him all the time when she tells him something adorable.He averted his eyes away from her, hiding the heat which was seeping from his face. "Likewise."Asty stood up, takes the hand within her palms, and arched herself to the male. "I'm going to sleep then. Good night, Chaol.""Have a good rest." he told her.Asty smiled and walked away. He would hear the faucet turning, followed by the splash of water. She seemed to be washing the
Chaol let's out an exhilarating laugh, while slamming his palms on the table."HAHAHAHAHA! That's preposterous, Lana!"The maid raised a brow at him and crossed her arms sassily. "You don't agree with me?""Of course I wouldn't. That's the best joke I've heard from you in years. Keep up the good job."Chaol slowly lifted himself to stand. He gently pats the woman's shoulders and cunningly smiled. "I'll be going to bed now. Remember your duties. Don't let him slip."Lana nodded. "Of course, My Lord. I will check on him immediately.""Very well, give me your updates when I wake up." 
With her garden boots and a pair of secateurs on her small hands, the young woman peeked from behind the rose bushes to see what the count is up to.She pretends to polish the plants while looking at him.The count was sitting on the nearby garden patio. On the table was an intricate marble teapot and a few cups, beside it, was a plate of steaming chocolate croissants and the count's favorite novel.His stare was static, as if he was lost in a deep thought."Is he alright?" Asty asked herself.The count suddenly yanked his head to the side, abruptly looking at her direction. Their eyes matched for a split second before Asty decided to look away and focus on her jo
Asty was stealing glances at the count who was casually making a cup of coffee with nothing on his body but a light, blue robe. She would shut her eyes tightly whenever the count would swivel his body to move. She didn't want to him to catch her staring at his unclothed body. She averted her eyes because the count's body was glorious. Her eyes couldn't stop fawning over how he looked extremely attractive with his coal-black hair— wet but parted to the sides. It also seemed that the count had visited a parlor and got an undercut, which perfectly suited him. She wanted to ask him about something, but her mind would always get the wrong idea and twist the words that she had already scripted in her mind. Chaol finally finishes making his coffee and casually sat on the kitchen counters, staring at her. Asty felt those blue piercing look strike her again. She honestly did not know what is wrong with the count, as he al
The human waited patiently in the living room for Chaol to arrive. It was already quarter to ten before Asty could hear the faint creaking of the rusty gates outside. She flinched upon hearing them and played with her fingers. The door opened, revealing three dark silhouettes. It was Owl, Yvonne, and of course, their master- Chaol. Their shoulders were slumped and it was evident in their eyes that they were beyond exhausted. The maid emerged from the corridors, carrying a tray of beverages in her hands. Owl took the glass and drank every single drop of it in one giant gulp. Yvonne continuously chugged onto the juice as if it was beer. Meanwhile, Chaol reached out to the glass and sipped it modestly without a rush. "You guys looked like you've crossed the desert." Asty croaked as she rested her chin on the couch's backrest. "There was absolu