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Spellbound
12/ Accomplice
Laughing, Zoisite turned away and headed toward the direction of the door, "I shall take my leave. You are free to leave the room if you wish," he swung it ebony cane in a circle then opened the door.
Ami wanted to roll her eyes, he was vexing to say the least, "Thank the Goddess," she muttered, the thought of escaping faded into her thoughts.
"Tsk, I wouldn't advise snooping too much. These halls have eyes," came his final remark as if he had read her mind. "I'll send you a personal maid to keep you company." Again, Ami figured that wasn't all he wanted to say. Just who was this man? He was a Duke and one of a prestigious house too. She knew that. But who was he truly? He didn't seem like the kind of man Ami was too fond to be around.
Sighing, Ami grabbed a random book, "I wonder where I am now. Just last evening I was in Deimos, sitting in my comfy chair and reading a wonderful book, drinking a nice cup of tea during a storm," she opened the book. When she recalled yesterday, Ami felt odd. She was missing something; however, she ignored the feeling. Taking it back to the bed, Ami didn't hear the knock on the door or the fact that the door was open. She was too engrossed in the book. Flipping each page with intrigue and awe.
"Lady?"
Ami's heart almost stopped, "Oh…" she looked up and met the soft lavender eyes of a black-haired woman. Her hair reached her waist and she wore an outfit befitting someone of a lower class: a white and black knee length dress. Odd oval earrings hung for her earrings and her circlet had a symbol of the Goddess giving Ami the crude idea of the acclaim sorceress. The woman gave off a friendly aura despite her cold appearance.
"I am sorry to intrude; however, His Grace has requested that I be your dearest accomplice," the woman gave her such a kind smile that Ami, for a minute, felt warm.
"I see. What is your name then?" Ami closed the book and set it aside. Getting out of this place and returning home was her highest priority and, unfortunately, would require her to "cooperate" with the Duke. It was the wisest and best course of action.
Confused, the woman gripped her hands together, "My name is Beryl," raising her eyebrow, Beryl's lips firmed. "I hope that I am not speaking out line, but are you not wary of I?"
"And for what reason should I be wary?"
Still confused, Beryl sighed, "Never mind, Lady. Please ignore such an odd question." Watching the woman carefully, Beryl appeared to be struggling with formality and professionalism. Perhaps it was unlike her? Deciding not to jump to conclusion, she stood up, letting the woman commence her newly assigned duties and giving her time to come up with a way to escape.
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