Enjoy chapter three - The plot will be picking up pace with the story soon. I understand Ivan may be a little OC to most people, but in my mind he tries to keep his mentality sickness to himself and only few people know. Such as his sisters, boss, and servants.
I'm getting ready to leave for the medieval fair here in a few minutes, so this chapter is somewhat rushed. I may go back and add a few things.
(Now an OC, no longer a reader insert.)
"Daniella" Ivan nudged her a little by the shoulders. "Daniella" Suddenly she snapped out of it as quickly as she slipped in. "You dazed off for a minute. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I think. I just... can't remember."
"Can't remember what?"
"Anything. Everything?"
"...I think I get what you mean, we were afraid of that." Ivan looked away from the girl.
She looked at him with interest. "What do you mean?"
"When I found you, you seemed to be in a coma. I hurried you home and my servants changed you into some warmer clothes, to rid of your wet ones. We were afraid you would develop selective amnesia when you woke up. With a storm and coma like that, anyone would."
Daniella looked off in thought, at least she survived. There was a knock on the door. "Come in, Eduard." A tall, slender man with glasses emerged from the doorway slowly. Eduard had dirty blonde hair in somewhat of a bowl-cut and off-blue eyes almost like Ivan's, yet they held a tinge of anguish and distress. The tray he was holding was set on the coffee table between them and he silently began pouring tea.
During the awkward pause of silence between everyone, (Name) couldn't help but find how amusing it was to see Eduard pour the tea. She stared and stared, unaware that she was doing so, Eduard finished and bowed before he headed for the door.
Ivan stopped him, "Eduard,"
Eduard froze in his tracks, then turned to Ivan without moving from his place. "Yes, master?"
"Have the girl some food. Something light. Don't want her to eat so heavy since she just woke up." Daniella's stomach was growling while Eduard was pouring the tea and that was the only noise that filled the room over silence. She blushed and looked away in embarrassment as he noticed.
"Very well." Eduard left the room and shut the door behind him to go fetch something.
Ivan turned his attention back to her after the disruption. The girl was silently sipping her hot tea. "That was Eduard Von Brock. He is one of the three servants I have here, all of them from the Baltic States."
Daniella nodded. "And the others?"
"You will meet them later, for now feel free to rest here. This is now your room until you get better." He softly grabbed her hands to show the frostbite that covered her hands up to her arms that turned purple over the night of the blizzard. "We had them tended, amazing you didn't have to loose any limbs." Ivan gave a dark chuckle to tease her, and Daniella jerked her hand back with a pout. "You should be fine."
Daniella didn't know what to in the spur of the moment. She set her tea down and looked at Ivan as he stood up to leave. "Thank you, Mr. Braginski. For all of this." Daniella spoke sincerely, he voice tone wavered throughout the room and silenced Ivan for another pause as he admired it.
"My servants call me that, please, just call me Ivan." He gave a warm chuckle and was suddenly filled with an unusual feeling for him that was going to take some getting used to. Ivan was openly doing something good for somebody. It made him feel good, but somewhere in his mind it was telling him to be slightly angered. He dismissed the feeling and nodded. "Please don't leave this room until I say. If you need anything, my servants will come in and check on you regularly."
Her face dropped. Don't leave the room? She had an overwhelming feeling to explore the grand place, but that wasn't the only overwhelming feeling. Quickly thinking she stood up and tugged at Ivan's sleeve upon him opening the door for exit. "Um, Ivan." Her eyes shifted to her feet.
"Da?"
"I need to pee." She squirmed uncomfortably and closed her legs.
Ivan gave another booming chuckle. "There is a door there," He pointed to a dark stained door that hid across the room. "that is the bathroom connected to this room." Then he left.
Damn, there wasn't going to be any getting out of here soon.
