Chapter 14: VIVIANS FEELINGS AND THE FOUND MOUSE
David could see the pain in Vivian's eyes, inflicted by Gareth. "Gareth... yes, it's him, the mouse connected to my assassination," David inwardly mused. A sly glint passed through his eyes. "Who would have thought that I would strike two birds with one stone?" David concluded as he focused on the emotional Vivian in front of him.
"No, young master," Vivian answered his question, her voice wavering. David tightened his embrace from behind, his grip a mix of comfort and insistence. "You don't trust me to tell me the truth?" David's voice carried a note of disappointment, a subtle challenge to her evasion.
"Young master, no... I meant..." Vivian's heart was stung by David's words. This caring man before her seemed so different from the young master she had known. She had suffered immensely—her brother's untimely death, Gareth's relentless harassment. She was all alone, and now here was the young master, holding her, yet she found herself pushing him away.
David's disappointment was palpable, but he remained steadfast, his presence a silent encouragement. Vivian's resolve crumbled. "Yes, young master," she finally confided, her voice trembling as she revealed the whole story, the weight of her burdens spilling out in a torrent of words.
A flicker of understanding softened David's features. "I hear you, Vivian," he said, his voice a steady reassurance. "Don't fret, I'll see to it this is handled." As he spoke, his hand brushed inadvertently against her stomach, hidden beneath her maid uniform. Vivian flinched, momentarily startled. It was a touch out of place, unexpected, yet a strange warmth bloomed in her chest amidst the lingering fear. She felt a peculiar acceptance of his comforting presence, a security she hadn't felt since her brother's passing.
David, oblivious to her inner turmoil, spoke again, his voice dropping to a low, almost teasing register. "Vivian," he said, jolting her back to the present. "What do you think of us?"His question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. Vivian's mind swirled in confusion. Why would the young master, known for his anger and dislike of women, suddenly turn his attention towards her? Her hesitance was evident, and David, sensing her turmoil, leaned in closer. He rested his chin on her shoulder, the unexpected intimacy sending shivers down her spine."Vivian," he began again, his voice now low and intense, "I want you. Not just as a maid, but beyond the formality. I want to protect you, care for you…" His words were a bombshell, exploding in the quiet hallway. Vivian's heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs, a drumbeat echoing through the vast emptiness of her loneliness. Her legs felt weak, the weight of his confession threatening to buckle them."You don't have to answer now, of course," David continued, a sly chuckle escaping his lips. "But I do expect an answer. Soon."Vivian could only manage a silent nod, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. This proposal, unexpected and thrilling, demanded careful consideration. The young master,a scorn to the estate and Aethelwarin, now stood before her, offering a future filled with both comfort and uncertainty. She needed time to untangle the knot of her own heart, to decipher the feelings blooming within her.A flicker of warmth, chased by a jolt of reality, replaced the fear in Vivian's eyes. "We should get going," David said, his hand reluctantly leaving its place on her waist. The loss of his touch sent a phantom ache through her, a bittersweet pang. "Wouldn't want you to get in trouble with the head maid for slacking off, would we?"Despite the teasing lilt in his voice, Vivian couldn't ignore the sudden intensity in his gaze. "I… I will give you an answer, young master," she stammered, finding a sliver of courage amidst the whirlwind of emotions.Before she could retreat further, David leaned in, his breath warm against her cheek. A quick peck brushed her lips, sending a jolt of electricity through her. Her cheeks burned, her heart a hummingbird trapped in her chest. "I'll be waiting," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.Flustered and strangely exhilarated, Vivian fled down the corridor, her hand pressed to her racing heart. Leaving David behind, leaning against the stone railing, a predatory glint replacing the playful amusement in his eyes."Well, well," he mused, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Looks like I've found my little mouse." A plan, sharp and cunning, began to form in his mind. Gareth, the hidden spy, would unwittingly become the key to unlocking the secrets of the "Five Fingers." the group that held the final puzzle to his grand plan to salvage his reputation with his father, David, the once carefree young master, was now a hunter on the prowl, and Gareth, his unsuspecting prey.