"Asty! Asty!"  Asty opened her eyes, but immediately closed them when the rays of the sun directly hits her tired, orange lenses.  "Yes?" she replied, still sleepy.  "You've gotta hear this!" Asty could determine that faint, raucous voice even from behind the bedroom door. A smile forms on her lips and she immediately gets up to stretch her limbs.  "What is it, Yvonne?" "I ain't spilling the tea unless you open this door, girl." she sassed at her.  Asty slowly opened the door, revealing Yvonne in a very womanly, black, laced dress. 

Chaol watched from the window as Asthenosthene walked towards Owl and smiled at him. He pretended to open the carriage's window and throw out the stick of cigarette, only to watch her clearly from the distance.   He was filled with so much wariness and anxiety. It wasn't that he didn't trust Owl's intuition, but he felt like leaving Asty along with somebody like him was a mistake.    Lana who was sitting opposite of him, decided to break the silence. It was always silent when Asty isn't around. "Lord Chaol?"   The male's ravishing, deep hues deliberately swivels on the lowly maid. He then spoke in a low, deep tone. "What?"   "Why did you allow me to go?"   Chaol rolled his eyes and fixate

"Where are you kids both at, hmmm?!" Lana and Ron giggled as they hid behind the barrels inside their father's warehouse. Ron's father was a huge, bearded man who could lift three kegs behind his back. He was a powerhouse to the sight of the children. Though he knows very clearly where they were hidden, he pretends to call out their names acting as if he did not have a single clue where they were. They wouldn't come out, anyway.  "Boohoo. Papa stepped onto a nail! Please help Papa!" the man cried and pretended to fall in the ground, holding his feet. The children immediately emerges out from behind the barrels and ran towards him.  

The King waited patiently at the Palace's floating patio. He was merely standing, admiring all the beauty of the night lights. He seemed to be in a trance. Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder.  The King straightened himself into a rod and looked at the person. It was Yuran.  "Your Majesty, are you exhausted already?" The King shook his head and ran his fingers into his pale, blond hair. "Not at all, what is it?" "The Count's carriage has already arrived. I believe Miss Asthenosthene is with him." He nodded. "I'll be here."  Yuran arched himself and started to walk away. Back there, he saw the King's eyes glistened wh

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