Dark Silver (Discontinued)

Chapter 2

Bethany Joans

When I woke, the feel of silk sheets entangled around my petite frame. I feel so warm and can feel soft sheets for the first time. These sheets do not feel like the horrible old ones that lie on a single dirty mattress in the tower. With confusion I sat up and rubbed away the sleep from my eyes and looked around. This room was totally not the tower I was locked in. I was currently sitting in a lush, king sized bed which was overlooking a large marble fire place in one of the far corners of the room. Beside it was a large window with red curtain drapes and marble floors. This room almost feels fit for a princess. A very rich princess. 

Looking around I even noticed various of candles lit around the room, casting some shadows against the walls. Least the candles weren't much of a difference from the tower however, the room was much lighter. With all the silence, a loud knock had come from the large wooden door across from the bed, making me jump. Was it my captor? Gulping down my fear, I spoke up, realizing that it came out shakily. "W-Who is it?" I rasped down, my voice still dry.

"My Master wishes to see you, Miss Joan's." I bit her lip and clung to the bed. The person on the other side of the door knew my name. Just like the man from last night. So, I must be in my captor's home. Though should I really call him my captor?

I went to speak but the man had spoken already.

"My Master will inform you everything. Your dress is laid out on the edge of the bed." And he was correct. A floor length, red dress was laying perfectly set out on the edge of the bed. It was beautiful, but these strangers knew my correct size. It's like they were expecting me to come here and wear their clothes. I shivered at the thought. Looking from the door and back to the dress, I wondered if it would be a good idea if I should get changed. If I go out there, questions will have answers but the never-ending fear that something bad will happen crawled up inside of me. Sighing, I decided to swallow up that stupidest fear and slip out of bed, putting the red dress on and pop my red hair into a messy bun. 

The dress had fitted perfectly, letting it hug my body comfortably. The sunken in skin wasn't visible which relieved me. When I had finished dressing I looked down to see that my feet were bare. Great, no shoes. Groaning, I started to have a look around for some while rubbing my throat for some release of the pain. It never occurred to me that my own throat would hurt too much from talking. And speaking of pain, my ankle didn't hurt while standing or walking on it. It had just magically healed itself. Magic... pfft that doesn't exist.

"There are shoes in the closet, Miss Joan's." The man said, making me jump in surprise. How did he hear me? Taking up on his word, I found at least 30 pairs of shoes in a black closet beside the window. Tears welled at the corners of my blue eyes when I realized that I had nothing at the tower and right in front of me is this massive closet filled with shoes. Shaking my head, I quickly wiped the tears away, putting on some random black flat shoes and walked towards the door. When opening the door, I was face to face with a handsome brunette leaning against the wall opposite the bedroom door. He's cute, I thought. The man was wearing a fresh black and white butler suit with his hair slicked back to make him clean up well. He looked up and bowed his head slightly. Oh, and charming.

"My name is Simon Welsh, Miss Joan's. Come this way, my Master is waiting." And without another word, Simon took off down the hall, his long strides making it difficult to catch up. Before I knew it, we were standing in front of two very large doors that Simon lightly knocked on. After a few seconds Simon pushed open the door walking into the room with me not far behind.

"I've brought Miss Joan's, Master." I looked towards the man he was speaking to and immediately remembered those dark eyes. I could get a better look at him now that the room was lighter. He looked really handsome, I thought. The man purred lowly, taking a sip of his red wine. "Thank you, my sweetness. That's a very nice complement." Did I say that out loud?

"No, sweetness." I tried to remember his name, but my mind was fuzzy. "You shall call me Derek." I bit my lip, watching as he patted a seat beside him. "Come, your breakfast is getting cold." The mention of food made my stomach rumble. I couldn't wait to touch some food. I don't care that it might be dangerous to eat something off a stranger but all I could think about was devouring the delicious food. Slowly I walked towards the table and sat at the spot beside Derek. The plate of food consisted of sausages, eggs and bacon with some buttered toast on the side. Licking my lips, I grabbed the fork and knife, about to jump in but when I looked up at Derek, he wasn't eating at all. Wouldn't it be impolite to eat all this food all by myself? It didn't seem that Derek minded. All he had was a glass of dark red wine. I frowned at that and looked at food then back at him. Should I?

"Eat. I know you're hungry." Nodding slowly, I did as he said. Trying to be polite, I ate my meal and savored the many flavors. I almost forgot how good food tastes. Derek watched me and sat his wine glass down leaning his elbows on the table. His dark eyes swelled with an emotion that was hard register.

"W-Why d-did you t-t-take me away?" I asked, my lips thinning as my speech was like stuttering a baby. Derek put a small smile on his lips.

"I have been looking for you. For years you have just up and vanished when your parents died." Derek replied. For years? Wouldn't that make him old, I thought and grabbed for the glass of water. I gulped it down in one go before paying attention to the man next to me. He continued to sip out of his glass. Wine maybe? Wine in the morning isn't healthy.

"This isn't wine, sweetness."

"Oh?" Derek grinned widely and put the glass down. He looked at me, moving a strand of red hair over my ear. This had caused the me to blush deeply.

"I'm so glad see you're okay. I'll kill whoever locked you away and chained you to that retched tower." My heart was fluttering and so I leaned into his hand a little. His hand was so warm. "I need your help, Bethany." I looked at him. Derek wasn't smiling now, no he had dark eyes simmering with hate. His hands were now clenched up on the table into fists. It concerned me for unknown reasons. "My family heirloom has been taken and you're the only one who can find it, Bethany." I frowned and looked at him to see if he was joking but nothing of the sorts was placed on his hardened features. Suddenly he grabbed me and placed me on his lap. My legs straddled his waist and his hands on my shoulders. "Will you help me? I will answer all your questions." I didn't know what to do but when I looked at this man, all I felt was sadness and happiness at the same time. I wore a small smile and nodded, taking his hand and placing it on my cheek once more. I don't understand the butterflies in my stomach, but all I could care about was that it made me feel warm.

He palmed my cheek, a simple yet caring action. It made me weak at the knees, almost leaning into the warm hand but sadly cherished moments at horrible times were always ruined. A young guard rushed inside the dining hall, trying to catch his breathe. His eyes were wide, and his face drained of all colour. It seemed that he had just seen a ghost. Derek did not look too impressed that the moment was ruined.

"What." He snapped, glaring hard at the cowering guard.

"Y-Your majesty... a body has been found at the borders."

Edited 14/10/18

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