A/n: happening from the hallway until tavington ton dismisses the captains in Anastasia's POV
I felt the warmth of his hand slide off my waist while he untangled the other hand from my hair as he stepped back effectively breaking the kiss. Staring up at him into his blue eyes in shock of what I had just done. What the absolute hell was I doing dreaming of him and then kissing him. He's the butcher damn it! One of the most hated men of the revolution. The dreams I was having of him though were pleasant enough that I hadn't wanted it to end. Heat rose to my face and through my body. I had freaking made out with him. I could tell my face was red with embarrassment. "... I'm not quite feeling up to dinner anymore colonel." I darted off to my room, slammed the door and threw myself onto the bed.
"Miss McKenzie?" I jumped and spun around. Seeing that it was only Margaret I relaxed and sat back down on the bed. She placed some new stays in the wardrobe and came over to me. It seemed that the Colonel had the decency to have clothes returned to me. But it was only the bare minimum not that I required much. (two pairs of stays and another dress.)
"Margaret? Can you please fetch me some dinner? If i'm still permitted of course." she nodded, left and returned ten minutes later with a small plate of food. "Thank you, Margaret." I looked down at the food. It was nothing fancy and I knew immediately that this is not what they were eating in the dining hall. This had to be what the servants ate. It was hardly anything. A piece of chicken and a piece of bread. If he believed that this was going to get me to give him anything he was sorely mistaken. I was used to skipping meals sometimes even skipping eating for a whole day together. I slowly ate the chicken savoring every bite. After I finished I stood up from the desk and Margaret assisted me in getting ready for bed. Once I was ready I made my way to the bed when I kicked something hard…. THE KNIFE! I reached under the bed just able to reach it. My fingers curled around the handle. Sliding into bed I placed the knife under my pillow. " Don't say anything about the knife to anyone." That's when I noticed Tavingtons jacket laying under the blankets earlier in the evening. That man is maddingly confusing. One moment he's threatening me the next he's saving me. He even seemed truly interested and angerend in what had happened to me.
"Yes, Miss. Will you be needing anything else?" she picked up a basket that was now empty.
"No, but please stay. I don't think i can stand being in here alone right now." She looked at me nervous for a moment. "What's wrong?" I sat up a little more in the bed.
" I'm sorry, miss. Colonel Tavington ordered me to leave once you are for the night." I smiled at her.
"Of course he did." I gave her a mischievous look. "Well then i'm not settled just yet am i?" i laughed. "I promise you will not get into trouble for this." She sat down on the bed next to me. And we started talking about our lives and where we came from. I Changed some details to fit into the time period but surprisingly I didn't have to leave out that much. After about an hour had passed I heard the colonel's voice along with two others who I could only presume to be his captains, but I could not make out what they were talking about. I looked to Margaret who now had a fearful look in her eyes and I immediately regretted asking her to stay. I slid out of bed and made the covers look like they hadn't been pulled back bringing the Colonel's jacket. I opened the door for Margaret and the conversation between the men stopped. " Thank you Margaret for making sure I was settled for the night." My eyes flicked over to Tavington's staring him in the eyes challengingly. The colonel stared me down, his eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion. "Good night Colonel." i said with the slightest politeness. He gave a curt nod. "Oh and thank you." I held out his jacket to him and he gave a slight smile his eyes softening.
" You're very welcome. Good night miss mckenzie." I closed the door and slid back into bed and as I drifted off to sleep I heard the click of the door being locked.
The next morning I watched from my window as the dragoons left. Tavington led the way with Bordon and Wilkins on either side of him. I didn't see anyone else for days except for the brief moments the guard Tavington left behind let Margaret in to switch out the chamber pot or bring me water, but not word was said. The colonel must still be adamant that i stay secluded to the room with no food. Although Margaret did try to sneak me some fresh fruit but the guard quickly took that away. She did manage to get a book past him. I read that quickly..That was two days ago when she snuck me the book. Bored with nothing else to do on the fourth day I went to bed relatively early.
The fifth morning I awoke to the sun starting to rise. Rolling over in bed I saw a roll of bread and a bowl of broth. Confused, I sat up scanning the room. I stopped when I saw a shadow of a man sitting at my desk. Reaching behind me I grabbed the knife from under my pillow and kept it hidden under my blankets. Tavington stepped out of the shadows a smirk on his face. "Dreaming of me again are we?' he teased as he stepped closer to the bed.
"No… I um no!" I could feel my face become red. I've got to stop dreaming of him. I grabbed the bread and took a bite, looking anywhere but at him. He let out a low laugh and I could see how much he was enjoying making me red.
"Of course you weren't," He said sarcastically. "Did you know that you talk in your sleep?" my eyes darted up to him wide with horror. " Hmm. you seem rather worried that you let something slip. Don't worry my name was the only thing to slip from your lips since i have been sitting here. By the sound of it the dream was rather… pleasant." He said in amusement and I became even more red if that was possible. " Anyway Miss Mckenzie is there anything that you wish to tell me?"
" I have nothing to tell you Colonel." I was about to take another bite of the bread when he ripped it away and threw it onto the floor. " I hadn't finished that.". He placed a hand on either side of me. He looked down at the blanket and his eyes narrowed as he looked back up at me. His face came within an inch of mine. Shit he'd felt the knife.
"I know you have the information I seek girl and you will tell me" He hissed at me, his cold blue eyes staring into mine."
"I don't have what you are seeking sir.'' I hissed back.
" You do and you will tell me one way or another." He pulled back the blankets and grabbed the knife. He looked at me with his icy stare. "Now why do you have this?"
I shrugged. "Rule # 9."
" Pray tell what is rule #9?" he growled his patience wearing thin.
"Always carry a knife. An old family friend had rules that he lived by. I don't remember all of them. #13 never involve a lawyer." I reached for the knife and he laughed at me.
"You think I would actually let you keep this. No more knives." he waved it in my face before pocketing it. " Now get dressed and eat your broth" He growled " I'll be back in fifteen minutes for you." He left slamming the door.