Once again, Klaus was seated across the table, while Arabella sat by his side. He kept his eyes on his plate, while he watched her from the corner of his right as she stole glances up at him. They had not spoken to each other since the event earlier that day, and Klaus was not interested in starting a topic about it.However, it seemed to him like his slave had other things in mind. She’d cleared her throat and shifted in her seat continuously, and even though Klaus pretended not to see her and paid her no mind, he couldn’t help but be curious. Busying himself with eating his delightful meal of chopped pork, Klaus comported himself and said nothing. “I want to thank you, master for…" She paused, blurting out and finally saying something.Looking her over and arching a brow, he silently demanded an explanation for what she was thanking him for. He watched with keen eyes as she swallowed hard and he looked away from her."I meant to say thank you for saving me today, from the guard

Arabella was finding it difficult to sleep. As she continued to toss and turn in her bed, all she could see in her head were the images she had seen outside the house last night. No matter how she tried to convince herself that her mind was messing with her and there was nothing wrong with a Halloween themed men's night out, something within her couldn't help but feel like there was more attached to what she saw last night.She started to rethink many things she had not thought anything about before. The dragon tattoo he and his guards had. A subtle mark on the heads of his guards, that she’d seen sometime. The darkness of the corridors in the house every single time if the lights were out and even the black journal she’d seen that looked almost three hundred years old - The one she’d found on top of his dressing table - She still recalled how angry and pent up he had been when he had spoken about the book.He’d yelled at her, telling her never to touch it again, and the way his wor

Arabella gulped hard as she looked over at her master.He stood in front of her with his dark eyes brooding over her small frame, and the look he gave her pierced deep in her skin so badly.He must have been out of his mind, with the statement he’d just made… she thought to herself but from what she was seeing it was as evident that Masted Klaus wasn’t joking at all. Not even for a bit. Deep down inside her, she waited for the moment she would try to turn around, and he would call her back to make fun of her and tease her for believing what he said, and that’s why she still stood stiff.Standing at the same spot for almost five minutes, and patiently waiting for him to take back what he had just said but he never did. Instead, he walked to one of the sofa's and settled into it with a broad smile on his face. Once he was settled on the sofa, his posture balanced Arabella knew she could no longer refuse his absurd offer again. She was never given a choice to do so in the first place,

Arabella did not know if it was the after effect of her thinking too much, or the gnawing feeling of fear that clawed at her insides, but one of them must have been the reason she woke up with a terrible headache. Her entire body felt feverish as she rose from her bed, and all her limbs felt limp. She would have opted to stay in bed some more, but she had to remember she was not on a vacation somewhere… She had to remember that she was nothing but a slave here and she had a lot of work to do for today.Getting up, she tried her possible best to remove her clothes and when she was finally done, she slowly made her way to the bathroom.She tried to take her bath with cold water, but quickly turned on the heater when she almost began to freeze in the bathroom, and her whole body shook terribly. When she was done, she pranced back to the bedroom, and gently she managed to cream her body with trembling fingers.Throwing on an oversized cardigan she had borrowed from Mrs George on one co

Two days had passed since Arabella saw her period for the first time, since she’d come to stay in this mansion and to be honest, she was amazed by his understanding and kindness. The way he had been treating her all these days was so surreal and she did not expect such chivalry and gentleness, from a man who had once treated and spoken to her like she was nothing short of an object, a slave for him.He suddenly changed overnight or over day, and every single thing he did for her made her swoon all the more.He had someone pick up health and female menstrual hygiene toiletries and supplies for her just yesterday. He had someone get her pads, the necessary pain killer pills and syrups she needed, even a heating pad to ease the pain. She had never expected to be treated so well, especially not by him, but well he was hundred percent exceeding all her expectations.Apart from all these, he also came to check on her every morning before he went to work, and every night before he went to