She was in need of a break after she was working with all of her power for over 3 hours. By now it was past midnight. She stepped outside of the barn and sat on one of the hay balls. She assured herself that her hands were clean by washing them in a bucket of clean water before she reached out into her suntanned face, rubbing it to get rid of the sleep that was nagging on her. Something she could not explain was starting to grow inside of the center of her body. A feeling of being very uncomfortable. She was raising her head and opening her eyes again to look into the night as she spotted bright gloaming blue eyes with a slight silhouette around them, making out the shape of a male head which has the hair bound to a ponytail. He seems to be wearing a very fancy jacket because the light that shines out of the barn towards him is reflecting it back towards her the closer he comes. Whatever his intentions may be, Victoria doesn’t feel comfortable with a stranger showing up at night. She gets up while he still keeps his comfortable pace, coming closer in a manner like everyone would have when you would take a walk. By now she can see that he must be around 180cm tall. He wears silken threads with very expensive decorative patterns on their sides and as she thought a suitable jacket above it, both in black and gold, a black shirt underneath it. Jewelry made out of silver with rich diamonds and rings on his fingers. He has a very…Yet seductive and friendly smile on his face which makes her doubting her guarded stance that she just took, ready to fight with her legs stable on the ground since she wears only old working boots with worn out leather they might slip in any case.
“Who are you? Why are you trespassing on our property at night?” Victoria’s voice sounded relatively confident, if she would not have started the sentence with the volume of someone who tries to speak out a secret.
“My name is Nathaniel Wright, Miss Blackburn. I came onto this property to claim what is since last night righteously mine. You.” His voice was marked with a slight vibration in each words. He must be a smoker, even though she could not smell anything on him, he was pretty close to her. He stood still and had his hands behind his back, a very common position in the military. She was observing him very carefully before she spoke up again, in a mixture of anger and disbelief.
“What are you talking about? I am nobodies property. You…You can’t claim me, where did you even get this idea from, Sir?” Something in his eyes was making her nervous. She never saw something like this. Bright gloaming eyes looking down at her, he also did not seem to blink or breath. His chest was still. He was…like a statue almost. The smile he put on now revealed his teeth which were as white as snow, perfectly aligned and two of them were as sharp as knives. Was she supposed to notice all this? She only became more tense now as he spoke up as calm as before. Now he was reaching out with his right hand in front of himself to look at his rings. All of them were silver, also every single one of them had gems and engravings in forms or languages she never saw.
“I am talking about the fact, Miss Blackburn, that your beloved father makes very high bets while he plays cards in the local tavern. In this case he did not had enough money to sustain his loss and he raised it….With his firstborn, which would be you. My hand was just better and I won.” He made a pause and as she was shocked to hear what he just said, laid three fingers of his right hand under her chin to lift it up so she finally was forced to not break eye contact anymore. She immediately noticed that his skin was as cold as the snow in winter but was unable to move with his touch. Unable to act, regardless what she wanted. Now she just wanted to run but she could not since he touched her skin, she could not explain why. “On top of that he was not shocked of the loss. I will repeat for you what he said as he left the table…” He came close to her left ear, his cheek was touching hers at this point. She was paralyzed. Not even her lungs were working anymore, she could not breath anymore but she could well listen to what he said as he whispered it in her ear. “He said: Fine, take this useless brat, she is worthless anyway even though she thinks she belongs into a better place.” Now was the point that he broke every contact with her. His cheek left hers, his fingers went away from her chin. All of a sudden she could breath again and move again but her center of balance was out of place because everything in her body kicked back in at once which made her drop to the floor. Tears were gathering in her eyes but she did not sniff as she raised her head again and looked towards Nathaniel. He was still standing there like someone who owns the world. Proud and happy about bringing such a message.
Those words of her father went through her head. Honestly said she always looked into something that reflected her. A puddle, a pond and on very rare occasions a mirror when she was in town and really thought that she should be in a better place. She was stuck in a place were she was being handled like the animals in their shelters. As she was continuously looking at Nathaniel she was gathering the impression that he knew what she was thinking, why would he nod as she thought exactly this? A shy question was coming from her pretty lips.
“You came to collect whats yours…So it is only honorable when I will follow you. But I demand to know what will happen to me. Will I be sent into slavery? Just be honest, I can handle it. It is not like I was not a slave on here since my whole life. It was just not the official declaration.” She was swallowing deep like she would expect a very bad answer. Being sent into the slave business was a very bad thing. Who knew which one, even a whore house could be possible by the look of Nathaniel’s clothes he definitely had money to run something big like a ring for that. The response should not need very long but it was something she did not expect at all.
“I will give you all the answers you want and you can ask me as many questions as you like. I hereby assure you that you wont be a slave, you will like you deserve it rise into the upper circles of the royals. Just like myself. I need a protege and you are beauty in its essence. Now you have one choice to make. You take my word for what I just said and come with me or you decline it and will rot on this farm until old age or until your father will kill you. What will it be Victoria? You are a free woman, decide now.” He was putting on black gloves and reaching with his right hand down to her, offering it to her to help her up if she would decide right. His eyes were patient. his pretty pale face was as well. The long white blonde hair with his lithe nose and the normal lips and his aesthetic jawline gave his chin a very sharp format. His skin looked so smooth that she found herself in a need to touch him in this moment. She felt an attraction towards his beauty, not his person. She was not thinking very long because those arguments were something that sounded like a dream but she did not like it to be in the dark.