Mary Moore
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Briefly after our ridiculous 'good morning' exchange, the maid servants knocked and checked if I was awake. After that, they helped me bath and get dressed to look fancy. From just across the door where Samael went in, there was another door leading to a small room. Now that it was morning, I could see everything clearer. Once I'm done and again staring at the stranger I've been seeing last night in the mirror, one of the maidservant said politely, "The Duke summons you to join him for breakfast,…
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That night, I had a dream. A dream which I didn't want to wake up to. A dream I wished it was reality as the man smiling back at me was my father. I slowly reached out to him and cupped his jaw. He felt real and alive. "Father," I called out softly. I missed him. Even if this was just a dream, I was glad to see his smile once again. "Are you happy with mother now?" I asked, but he was just smiling. He sure was. I'm relieved. As I was staring at him, his lips parted and mouthed something I…
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Samael returned with Fabian and a few servants carrying towels and bowl of water. After putting everything in place, Samael ordered them to leave. He then started wiping my ankle with a damp and cold small cloth. The light touches made me wince in pain, and I instinctively withdrew my foot, but he held on it. "Stay still. It'll hurt a little, but it'll relieve the pain, eventually." Without glancing at me, Samael uttered. I pursed my lips in a thin line, watching him damp my ankle gently. I darted…
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Even when Samael gave them freedom to leave as they please, no one did. After his moving speech, he told me to take a rest. So, with the help of Fabian, he escorted me to a bedchamber where I could rest. Looking around, I bit my lower lip as I've been standing behind the door ever since Fabian left. I didn't move a muscle. My eyes scanned the entire bedchamber with mixed emotions. This bedchamber was twice... no, ten times more spacious than my shack. With proper bed in sight, windows for…
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If I knew what would be the consequences of my abrupt decision, I would've made a different choice. If only… would things have changed? * Samael and I stood on the central plane of the bifurcated stairs of the mansion's great hall. From the floor below the stairs, Mister Fabian, the butler, the acting duke, Rufus, and all other important individuals in this manor stared at the duke with utter horror. Seeing their reaction, I secretly curled my hands into a fist. I clenched on the rear of my…
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"Will you, silly girl, marry me?" As soon as I heard his proposal, I gasped. How did our conversation escalated to marriage again? Sure, I finally realized now that his lordship had a different meaning of romance. He wanted to have a romance with his food, which I tried to forget about. But why must he mention it right now? As if we would truly get married. "Huh?" Unlike my rapid trains of thoughts, that questioning hum was the only sound I did. "Although I like you and want this marriage…
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My heart instantly leapt to my throat as his way of showing and explaining things I failed to understand completely was unique. Earlier, the darkness scared me. But when the torches lit up, I felt less scared, especially knowing he was with me. Does he mean he had felt the same when he heard my cries as a child? Did I truly gave him such relief and comfort all these years? The thought of it moved my immovable heart. "Milord, why did you force yourself to sleep?" Before I knew it, my question…
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As I followed the Duke, he led me back to the mansion and into the long hall. Soon, we reached a door which path was only a stair going down. Upon seeing the darkness lie ahead, I instinctively stepped back. Meanwhile, Samael turned around and faced me. Unconsciously, I glanced up at him. He was smiling gently as he extended his arm and offered his hand for me to grasp. "It'll be a long way, I can't lose you." He mused. I darted my eyes from his crimson eyes to his hand. Reluctantly, I reached…
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Throughout the dinner, I resisted from moaning and rolling on the ground at how delicious the food was. I felt like I'm ready to die right now — that's how good it was. Yet, unlike my appreciation, Samael seemed he barely enjoyed it. His attention never left me, teaching me how to use the cutlery properly. I didn't understand the importance of it, but I listened and tried to apply this newfound knowledge. I loved learning; it excites me every time I get to learn new things. Now, not only I had a…
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I shut my eyes, waiting for the pain of having a hole in my neck. However, instead of pain, the fangs I've felt against my skin disappeared as I felt the softness of his lips on it. "Perhaps, next time." Was what he said, leaving a small trail of kisses on my neck. His lips felt soft, albeit a little cold. Still, my spine shivered with either fear or excitement with every contact of his lips to my skin. After that, Samael took a step back and created a distance between us. I looked at him,…
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