Disclaimer: First chapter
Nature was beautiful.
To his eyes at least, nature could never be cruel. Everything that happened, well it happened for a reason and nothing could change that reason.
So when one of his servants brought to him a dirty, bloody girl with ripped clothing, he decided that he would hold his temper in for once in his pathetic life and help someone in need.
Now he was gazing at the results of his orders.
The girl had turned from rather pathetic looking to a goddess, with a bath and a new set of clothes of course.
He hoped, no begged that she'd be the one to end his tortures, to cure him. But for now, she was unconscious. And she wouldn't know about him, not yet. He'd bide his time, let her get use to her new home. Let her get used to the servants, who were perfectly normal.
He ran his claws through her curly, golden red hair. Since she was lying down, he couldn't tell the length, but her hair fanned out around her head and a few long strands wrapped around her right arm.
"Master?" His peace was snapped, and he whipped his head around to berate the servant. The servant shrank under his glare, but managed to speak, "What will you have us do with the girl, after she's awakened that is?"
"I'll take her to the Iris room, send Wendy as her maid, she gets anything she wants, but I want none of you to say a word about me until I say so, got it?" He growled.
"Yes sir."
The master scooped the girl up into his arms, reveling in her light form. Unconsciously she snuggled closer to him. He quickly carried her to the Iris room, and laid her body on the bed. He brushed some hair back from her face, and left the room.