AN's: Yeah, I'm updating. I should be writing a French project, but I'm
obviously not. Don't own 'em.
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When she awoke, Setsuna found herself in a beautifully adorned room. The room was quite open, and strongly resembled something fit for a king. The sheets that covered her body were silky and cool against her skin, yet kept her comfortably warm. The room was large. There was a chest of drawers and a closet to hang things in. The walls were the light creams of fine clay. They were covered in fine art.
She stood and walked through the door into a hallway. A servant came to her. "Milady, you should dress. My Lord has arranged for you to take the evening meal with him." Setsuna blinked as she was ushered back into the room from hence she came. Here she was stripped of her ragged dress and dressed in a white gown. The servant brushed her hair and put it back up into her customary half-bun. She was then led down many halls to a fancy looking room. Here, the man that she had run into earlier was waiting.
"Good evening. You look stunning," he said politely as he kissed the tips of her fingers. Setsuna blushed mildly.
"T- thank you, you do also." He smiled.
"Not near as beautiful as you. Shall we sup?"
"Aye, thank you," she replied. She tried quite hard to not look at him, but he was so breathtaking that her eyes were drawn to him. Once, he caught her gaze and smiled. They discussed many trivial things over the coarse of the night. Before she knew it, the time was near midnight. The moon had long since risen.
"Do you wish to walk in the gardens?" he asked lightly after they had finally finished eating and drinking their fill. Setsuna was stuffed and a walk in the gardens sounded quite inviting -she did love flowers.
"I would be delighted to, My Lord." He smiled at her and rose, pulling her chair out and offering a hand to pull her up.
She took his hand and they strolled pleasantly through the gardens. They stopped near a fountain. Setsuna stepped away from him and towards the fountain. She reached out gingerly with a hand and caught the falling water. It was pleasantly cool to the touch.
The man stood watching her silently. "She truly is beautiful," he thought. The light from the waxing half moon seemed to intensify her beauty. The water reflected it into her eyes, making them shine. The night sky was clear, all the constellations visible.
Setsuna was gazing at the stars now. "So beautiful," she whispered, barely audible above the soft patter of the water spilling smoothly from the fountain. She didn't feel his eyes on her, rather than the stars.
"You have no idea," he responded, still looking at her. She still didn't realize this. "It is growing late. You should get some rest. You need your sleep after all."
She looked at him now. "Aye, I suppose you are right," she said, somewhat lost in thought. As he began to walk away, she remembered that she didn't know her way around the rather huge palace. "Sir?"
"Aye?"
She was blushing now. "I- well, that is to say, I am afraid I do not know how to get back to the room you have assigned me."
This brought a smile to his face. He had a beautiful smile, one that reached his eyes. Ah, his eyes. You could get lost in those eyes of his. Setsuna was getting lost, but it wasn't just in his eyes. It was everything about him: his smile, his charm, the way he smelled, his voice. He was perfect. He wasn't only perfectly charming, but so kind and caring. She was pondering all this when he spoke, "I shall escort you to your rooms then. I shall also have to give you a tour of this place tomorrow. We can't have you getting lost, now can we?" He was smiling broader now, and his chest quaked with laughter. Setsuna blushed deeper as he led her back to her rooms.
Once he had gone, she pulled off the gown she was wearing and pulled on a silky red chemise. She lay down soon after, exhausted. She wanted nothing more than sleep. But sleep would not come. She sighed. He was in her thoughts. She had only just met him and already she couldn't get him off her mind. She didn't even have his name. Then again, she wasn't bidden to ask.
~ There ya go, people. Chapter three. WOOT! I did it. You know what I mean, Bon. And I would like to thank all you lovely reviewers. Thanks.
~
When she awoke, Setsuna found herself in a beautifully adorned room. The room was quite open, and strongly resembled something fit for a king. The sheets that covered her body were silky and cool against her skin, yet kept her comfortably warm. The room was large. There was a chest of drawers and a closet to hang things in. The walls were the light creams of fine clay. They were covered in fine art.
She stood and walked through the door into a hallway. A servant came to her. "Milady, you should dress. My Lord has arranged for you to take the evening meal with him." Setsuna blinked as she was ushered back into the room from hence she came. Here she was stripped of her ragged dress and dressed in a white gown. The servant brushed her hair and put it back up into her customary half-bun. She was then led down many halls to a fancy looking room. Here, the man that she had run into earlier was waiting.
"Good evening. You look stunning," he said politely as he kissed the tips of her fingers. Setsuna blushed mildly.
"T- thank you, you do also." He smiled.
"Not near as beautiful as you. Shall we sup?"
"Aye, thank you," she replied. She tried quite hard to not look at him, but he was so breathtaking that her eyes were drawn to him. Once, he caught her gaze and smiled. They discussed many trivial things over the coarse of the night. Before she knew it, the time was near midnight. The moon had long since risen.
"Do you wish to walk in the gardens?" he asked lightly after they had finally finished eating and drinking their fill. Setsuna was stuffed and a walk in the gardens sounded quite inviting -she did love flowers.
"I would be delighted to, My Lord." He smiled at her and rose, pulling her chair out and offering a hand to pull her up.
She took his hand and they strolled pleasantly through the gardens. They stopped near a fountain. Setsuna stepped away from him and towards the fountain. She reached out gingerly with a hand and caught the falling water. It was pleasantly cool to the touch.
The man stood watching her silently. "She truly is beautiful," he thought. The light from the waxing half moon seemed to intensify her beauty. The water reflected it into her eyes, making them shine. The night sky was clear, all the constellations visible.
Setsuna was gazing at the stars now. "So beautiful," she whispered, barely audible above the soft patter of the water spilling smoothly from the fountain. She didn't feel his eyes on her, rather than the stars.
"You have no idea," he responded, still looking at her. She still didn't realize this. "It is growing late. You should get some rest. You need your sleep after all."
She looked at him now. "Aye, I suppose you are right," she said, somewhat lost in thought. As he began to walk away, she remembered that she didn't know her way around the rather huge palace. "Sir?"
"Aye?"
She was blushing now. "I- well, that is to say, I am afraid I do not know how to get back to the room you have assigned me."
This brought a smile to his face. He had a beautiful smile, one that reached his eyes. Ah, his eyes. You could get lost in those eyes of his. Setsuna was getting lost, but it wasn't just in his eyes. It was everything about him: his smile, his charm, the way he smelled, his voice. He was perfect. He wasn't only perfectly charming, but so kind and caring. She was pondering all this when he spoke, "I shall escort you to your rooms then. I shall also have to give you a tour of this place tomorrow. We can't have you getting lost, now can we?" He was smiling broader now, and his chest quaked with laughter. Setsuna blushed deeper as he led her back to her rooms.
Once he had gone, she pulled off the gown she was wearing and pulled on a silky red chemise. She lay down soon after, exhausted. She wanted nothing more than sleep. But sleep would not come. She sighed. He was in her thoughts. She had only just met him and already she couldn't get him off her mind. She didn't even have his name. Then again, she wasn't bidden to ask.
~ There ya go, people. Chapter three. WOOT! I did it. You know what I mean, Bon. And I would like to thank all you lovely reviewers. Thanks.