Midnight Roses
Interlude Four: Beginnings
Author's Note: That last chapter was a blast to write! Hope you guys are enjoying how this is going!
Interlude Four: Beginnings
The shy female shifted nervously as she reached to dust a vase that was perched on a pedestal just out of her reach. She wasn't aware of the dark haired male watching her with some amusement and a lot of lust in his blue eyes. The Prince's sky blue eyes slowly moved over her small form, appreciation in his gaze. All of a sudden the maid lost her balance, accidentally pulling the heavy pedestal with her as she began to fall backwards. A gasp left her pink lips as she tried to brace her tiny body for the devastating impact of the floor and pillar.
The dark noble darted forward, easily tackling her out of harm's way just seconds before her back hit the floor. Twisting in mid air, the dark haired male absorbed the impact of the floor; the column crashing to the floor a split second after they came to a rest. “You should be more careful,” he purred gently, getting to his feet before offering his hand to her to do the same.
“Forgive me Sir Vlad,” gasped the delicate female as she scrambled to her feet, “I should have been more careful of the vase,” she continued, a shamed blush on her cheeks as she bowed to him.
“I was not talking about the vase,” he replied, his baritone voice soft as he moved towards her. The black haired maid tensed as he came near, as if afraid of a blow.
“You have not been treated well, have you my little one?” he asked softly, gently cupping her pale cheek. His gentle touch seemed to catch her off balance, the tiny woman looking up at him with confusion and wonder.
All at once, the mighty Prince felt a strong urge to protect this woman and always keep her by his side. Her eyes were so gentle and full of innocence, it was almost as if she had never had an evil thought in her life. Her pureness fascinated him and drew him to her like a magnet. “Come, you will become my personal maid,” he rumbled, gently grabbing her small hand and placing it on his strong arm.
The intoxicating female merely blushed in embarrassment, fruitlessly trying to tug her hand out of his hold. She was just so precious and sweet, he was sure her reactions were entirely genuine. “Oh no sire! I am new here! One such as me would never be fit to serve you,” she protested quietly, avoiding his gaze as he gently pulled her along.
“I would say that you are the only one qualified for the job,” he purred, savoring her embarrassed and confused expression. Something dark, buried deep inside him, longed to corrupt this pure, gentle creature and taste her blood.