He holds his finger up towards me, telling me to stay and I don’t know why but I do as I watch him carry himself down the stairs his back completely straight and poised his height towering over the shaggy haired blonde despite the fact that he is standing a step up from him. The guard shakes his head as the hazel eyed male whispers towards him. Moments later he is back stood in front of me, the smile still gracing his face in the most charming way that even warms up my insides. “Now my dear, if you could do me the favour of waiting right here. I have sent for your maid Ellie and she will make sure that you are well tended to, and Maxon and Reynolds will make sure that absolutely no harm will come to you or they will have me to deal with.” His eyes move down my body, his lips pressing together, the smile disappearing, as he takes my shaking hand, hidden beneath the material that is soaked with his scent. “A lady as beautiful as you shall not be harmed in my house. My dear, I bid you fare well, for now.” He finishes with a small bow, my hand in his as a he presses a kiss to the back of it. Crossing my arms over my chest I watch the tense muscles in his back as he walks down the hallway closest to us. He shakes his head slightly, his hand running through his hair, tousling the light brown hairs more than they already were before as he slips around the corner and out of my sight. Standing there I am too preoccupied on where the gorgeous hazel eyed male disappeared to that I don’t even notice as the black haired maid makes her way back up the stairs both of the guards following behind her, but at a bit of a distance. Her blue green eyes that contain little flecks of bright gold never breaking from mine as one leg is placed behind the other and she drops down slightly in a curtsy, the two guards behind her drop their heads. Why are they doing that? I have no idea who they are or who the man with hazel eyes is. What am I even doing here, with him? “Good afternoon, miss.” Her voice is soft and quiet. “Afternoon?” I question taking a step back away from the group my eyes moving to the ground, not trying to make eye contact with any of them as I pull the dark material of the jumper around me tighter. “Yes miss. After you were bought back here late last night, your injuries were more major than what we first thought and our doctors put you under some anaesthetic to brace your broken ribs and you have been asleep since then.” The girl whispers back unsure of her words. I can see her head turn to look at the blonde, who has his eyes on me. Lifting the warm jumper up I look down at my stomach, past all the yellow and deep purple bruises that litter my once clearly slightly tanned skin are fifteen blue stiches holding the skin together over the left side of my rib cage. I drop my hand down onto the swollen skin, taking a sharp intake of breathe as I feel pain shoot through me. “If you come back up to the Kin- the bedroom, there’s some medication for the pain and to help it heal.” She continues her eyes locked on my hand as I quickly drop the jumper back down so it rests at the top of my thigh. The three people walk me back up the stairs towards the room that I woke up in. The maid Ellie walks close to my side her arm partially stretched out ready to help me or steady me if I need it, the two large male guards a step behind us. Suddenly I feel overwhelmed. My hands start shaking under the material of the jumper and I shove them tighter under my arms holding them crossed as tight as possible over my chest without putting too much weight on my injured ribs. Ellie’s outstretched hand comes down on my lower back as we enter back into the warm and open bedroom, she holds up her free hand towards the two guards and they give her a nod before the place themselves outside the first set of double doors closing them behind them “It’s ok sweetheart. No one here wishes you harm. Come on, relax, it’s all ok.” Her hand rubs small circles against my back. Her touch reminds of that something a mother would give there distressed child to soothe them. Ellie can’t be that much older than me, three years at the most. I can’t help but make small eye contact with her, nodding my head in thanks as I even my breathing trying to calm myself. Something her touch tried to do for me but just couldn’t complete. Only one will work. I don’t know how I know but, I want his touch. Ellie leads me deep into the bedroom and helps me down into a soft seat at the end of the bed. She flicks the light on and a small chandelier from the high ceiling casts a warm glow throughout the room. When I woke up in this room I didn’t notice anything in the room other than the doors. There are two thick yet soft, grey curtains that stretch nearly the entire length of two of the four walls blocking out the dreary outside wether, that hammers down against the thick glass of the windows. The bed that is across the room from me is much different than what I imagined it would be. The silver frame of the canopy bed nearly reaches to top of the high ceiling. The bed is against the light grey upholstered panelled wall, the white curtains contrasting with it. There’s a stone fireplace on the wall near the double doors as well. It’s not lit like the one in the other room though. Ellie has moved from behind me and over towards the doors on the right side of the room and as she opens them and I see that behind them is a large marble bathroom, seconds later the sound of a steady stream of water, echoes throughout the room as I see the water splash against the thick marble of the lavish bathtub.