Bloody Rossie: Tears Of Vampires

45. The Prisoner who Surrender

Part 45's

Gentle friction of the violin strings adds a shahdu to the feel of the night in the moonlight. Inevitably Ernest's thin smile flashed slowly as the two maids back there behaved like they were encouraging him. Her cheeks became slightly flushed as Eien covered her lips hiding a blushing smile. Where could he possibly retreat. Thanks to them the mood of his lover became slightly improved. So tidied the rose stalk earlier, get rid of the sharp leaves and thorns. Once felt safe, pinned the flower in the hair of Eien who was only glued to receive his treatment. "The flower is not dead, Princess. He just adapts to us. You hate him because he is a traitor to our nation. But what happened in the past is an inevitable destiny. Should we blame a piece of rock lying on the road when we stumble over it?"

Somehow the sentence pierced the recesses of Eien's heart. But what he said was true. And so his tears began to fall. "Am I not a petty woman?"

Ernest's thumb rubbed the tear on Eien's cheek. "I said it wasn't to hurt you, Princess."

Eien slightly ducked. "I know."

"This black color, isn't it like me? Is this color so bad for me?" His lover's face lifted back to look at him then immediately shook his head with a small Ernest's distinctive smile that was soft. "You once said that this color was perfect for me. So please, Princess. Don't make it sound unfair."

"I ever tell you that?" Ernest nodded small. "When? And ... where is it?"

"A few months ago. The Forbidden Garden."

That sacred garden? How could? The park is located in the interior of the palace. Both of Eien's eyes grew bigger. This man being able to enter and enter the tightly guarded palace must not be a careless figure. Although he was overwhelmed with curiosity, he was unable to ask. This man refused to give fire. "Sorry, I can't remember. But I hope that what I said at the time wasn't meant to demean you."

"Of course not. For me, it was a very beautiful moment."

Eien was stunned, not because of the handsome face of this man, but rather by his efforts in repairing his dark memories. Her tears flowed again, not out of sorrow but in newness. He wanted to smile, but his lips were too trembling. "Thank you, Hornest. Thanks to you, I have a new look at this flower." Although the wounds of the past were not completely healed, but at least he had a reason to smile when he looked at her.

Ernest took a slow breath as he wiped those tears again. "Isn't this melody so melodic? I'd be so happy if you'd be willing to dance with me considering we didn't have time to do it at the banquet yesterday. Frankly I don't want to let the two maids down for not taking advantage of this atmosphere they created" he whispered, opening his palm first to Eien.

Before welcoming Ernest's hand, Eien first wiped away the rest of his tears. "You're right" he replied lowly.

After their fingers were tied, Ernest led him to a more spacious and open space in the middle of the park. The two danced with light and smooth steps, occasionally twisting until developing Eien dresses as flowers bloomed. The sensation of dance does have its own magic against a woman. For a moment, the feeling can be stirred up in euphoria. But at the same time, it also raises concerns.

"Let me tell you, this isn't the first time we've danced."

"We've danced twice before."

"Of course at the palace."

"The first one wasn't there."

Eien's eyes widened in disbelief. "Dad let me out of the palace?"

"Technically I did not ask His Majesty Aghmora for permission. But it seems like it doesn't have to be done."

"really. In a formal event."

Several times Eien's eyes blinked as if Ernest's words were not deacons. "Impossible," he murmured seriously. If his father lets this man take him outside the palace without permission then it can be interpreted as an assault. Although he was the son of Master Leon though, there would still be no exceptions. But his father still received him back at the palace, then it is certain that he knew him very well and of course at least he must have a qualified position. Being recognized and part of the empire was an incredible feat. Eien knew how difficult it was to get a position in government. "Who are you really?" hiss Eien was unable to stem the question. Her chest feels tight. Lips trembling. "What have you done to your life? Why don't you just let me cry and go crazy."

Ernest slowed the dance. His hand caught the look that was holding back the threshold of bitterness. "I told you not to start a fire. I prefer to give you water. But, please let the water be poured like tea into a cup, soft and careful, not like the heavy rain that hit the earth. I want you to find warmth, not agonizing cold."

Eien's tears fell again. "How is it possible, Hornest? How am I supposed to put a face in front of Master Leon? I'm the cause of the death penalty for you."

"An interesting punishment."

"Hornest!" eien protests sad.

"It's okay, Princess. Blame me. This is a punishment for my greed."

"Then what? What will happen once you get your goal?" His words started to fall apart giving the impression of a hurry. For Eien saw no bright light at the end of all this.

"How can I possibly answer in the future when I live in the present?"

"Hornest!"

"Why are you worried about me? It should be you alone that is worth worrying about," he replied gently.

"Wouldn't we stop this now? I can kneel to my father for your forgiveness, "his unconscious force began to gasp.

"Daughter," called Ernest in a tone like resuscitating someone. His lover gasped for a moment, then ducked his mouth. "Please, give me a chance to make things right. Let me end what I started." Eien still looks shady. "I'm sorry for my selfishness. That's why your life will be so much harder with me."

Eien shook his head small. "You're begging me too much. All I can do for you right now is leave everything to you."

Ernest laughed a little. "Once again you make it sound unfair."

That reaction gave a red tinge on Eien's cheek. This was the first time he had seen such a friendly expression other than a cold, flat look. Subjected to his blushing face then said, "when your feet are getting tired of stepping, feel free to stop and tell me. I'll bear it all for you."

Although his memory has been lost, but his character remains unchanged. There was no point in Ernest refuting it now. "All right, Princess. But I'll make sure my steps keep going to the end."

"Hornest" said Eien. A deal just happened between them. Eien had given him a chance for forgiveness, but the kidnapper remained firm on his stance. But behind it all, he knew that there was no evil intent to do this. There was no demon residing there, there was only a man fighting for his beliefs. Yeah, Hornest. I will also survive in this castle. In this prison of false bodies. Until you yourself who say for your powerlessness bear the wrath of God. His eyes were closed to strengthen his determination in living his decision.