Rosalina sat on her bed, gazing out the window at the setting sun. She hoped that Sebastian noticed the hint in her eyes when she had given him that gaze earlier. She had some other things to discuss with him, but certainly didn't want the little demon brat around. Falling back, she closed her eyes, letting herself drift off for a few minutes.


The rain poured that day, the day of Catherine's funeral. Rose hadn't stayed long; she'd been in a hurry to leave after, in a single hour, everything seem to fall in on her. She'd overheard a conversation between a few servant girls who had apparently taken care of the ex-Queen on her death bed.

She had died in good favor with herself. Catherine had, in her mind, done right by God's will and had lived her life according to his word; thus, was at peace with her life and what she'd done. Stupid bitch. It had immediately pissed her off to the point of wanting to kill something or someone. The first thought that had come to mind was that she'd wished she had twisted that knife a little deeper into Anne's gut.

Then, came the worse news. Someone came in with word from the palace. Anne had miscarried…a boy. That, one its own, would have been some good news, but there was more. Henry, though injured in an accident, the shock of which had presumably caused the miscarriage, had his fill of Anne and her failure to provide him with a male heir. Damnit! Will I not have any revenge on anyone who deserves it?!

Sebastian was immediately at her side the moment she left the funeral. It was all for nothing! Rose didn't speak at all on their way back to the Tourmaline household. She had told Sebastian that she needed to be alone and, now, found herself staring at the water pelting onto the glass in her bedroom.

The door slowly opened. She knew that it was her butler coming to perform his nightly ritual of dressing her for bed and brushing her hair. Her face showed no emotion; she'd become numb.

"You could look on the bright side. Anne didn't have a boy and now she'll be executed for her failure," he said softly, standing behind her.

She knew that he was only trying to console her, but she snapped, "Nothing has gone how I planned it! Why should I look on any bright side?!" Rosalina only wanted something to take her mind from the dark hole her life had become. She let him untie her corset and lead her over to the vanity. Before she sat down, he helped her out of her dress and into her gown.

Every pull of the brush seemed to pull out the anger she felt. She let a silent tear fall down her cheek. When he finished, he sat the brush down on the surface of the vanity and pulled her to stand. She walked to the bed and sunk beneath the covers. Rose could hear her butler's footsteps fading and the door open; she didn't want him to go, needed him there.

"Sebasitian?" She thought about her words carefully. "Will you…stay with me?"


"Stay with me." He heard her whisper in her sleep. Sebastian had seen the look in her eyes; that look always had a hidden meaning. He knew that she wanted to speak to him. Stepping into her room, he found her curled up on the bed, sleeping soundly. Not wanting to wake her, he stood, waiting patiently.

Those words had brought back memories. It was the first and only night he'd ever seen her cry. The dream she was having would continue if he allowed her to remain within it. Barely touching her shoulder, he whispered, "Rose," and she began to stir.

Rosalina sat up, using her fingers to comb her hair away from her face. It was dark outside now, but she could see some lightening in the distance. She glanced at the butler beside her bed and cleared her throat, "Is he down for the night?"

"He's asleep, yes," he noted as she stood, straightening her dress. After some silence, he began, "Was there something you wanted to talk about?"

She exhaled heavily, "Yeah."

"You didn't tell us everything you found out from Luxor?"

"No."

"And you're going to tell me, but not my young master?"

"I might." She had given him quick answers. Rosalina wasn't sure if what she was about to do would have any affect on Sebastian at all. She knew it would affect her greatly, but she had come to the decision on the way back from Luxor's that, with this being her best option to find out for sure whether he regained his emotions or not, she would not let herself get her hopes up. "Sebastian?" She turned to him. "Why didn't you take him to headquarters?" she asked seriously.

The demon stood before her, thinking about his answer, "That young master would not fair well as a butler or at the hands of other demons." He'd always enjoyed the fact that the boy couldn't do most things without his help. "He needs me."

"And I didn't?" she retaliated sharply, turning away from him.

"You've done well for yourself," he started, but she interrupted.

"Barely," she whispered, "and not without a great deal of struggle…at the hands of other demons. There was one in particular, you know." Rosalina did not want to go into that part of her life, but she found herself straying into it.

"Who?"

"Dragus Verrine. My last year before I would have received my ranking, he replaced my teacher. I was held back, unable to become a butler, for ten years because of him. I really don't want to go into detail about it, ok?" She watched a few droplets splash against the window before she walked to him. "I did want to talk to you." She looked up at him. He hadn't changed a bit.


"Will you…stay with me?" she asked before he'd left the room. He stopped, glancing back at her form beneath the heavy blankets, turned away from him. The butler smiled and returned to her side.

"As you wish," he said as he blew out the candles, darkening the room. He sat down on the edge of the bed next to her.

She sunk into the covers a little more, "I mean…with me."

Her voice was barely audible. He knew her implication and could almost feel the heat that must've rushed to her cheeks. The butler stilled, a little shocked at her forwardness. Sebastian could feel his energy stirring, knowing that his eyes were reddening. He smiled, knowing he couldn't refuse his mistress.

Sebastian stood, removing his jacket. He folded it carefully over the arm of the chair next to the window. Stepping out of his shoes, he peeled off his gloves, slipped his tie from his neck, and popped the cufflinks from his wrists. With every noise he made, he knew his mistress was shaking, her nerves on edge. Before he walked back to the bed, he unbuttoned his vest, but leaving it on.

He lifted the covers and crawled in next to her. The warmth of her body called to him immediately and he hugged her close. Breathing in her scent nearly sent him over the edge. He'd wanted her for so long, but had told himself not to get too close, but if she'd asked for this, then, it was already too late to worry about the posed risk. She was already dependant upon him to need him like this.

She stiffened under his touch as he turned her to face him. He stroked his black nails into her hair and kissed her, gently at first. Feeling her lips tremble against his sparked the demon in him. He deepened the kiss as he pressed his body into hers, eliciting a gasp from her. The demon reveled in her inexperience.

Rose opened her mouth, giving him entrance. Her heart began to beat faster and she felt the heat in her core rise. She wanted his hands on her and, as if he'd read her mind, they were there, drifting over her breasts, down her belly.


Rosalina lifted her hand, pushing away a few strands of black that hung in front of his eyes. Sebastian stared back at her, his face blank. She looked at the seal on that back of her hand, the black pentacle drawing her eye.

Resting her hand against his chest, she asked him, "Will you stay with me?"


A/N: MWAHAHA! Left you hangin there didn't I? Sorry, but it seemed like the PERFECT spot to do it… I'll be back soon with more, I promise; it'll be probably this weekend when I'll post the next one! OH, just wanted to say thank you to all my followers, reviewers, and those who've favorited this story. It's your support that keeps me going! The next chapter is for you… ^_^