Her eccentric uncle left her one of his many properties in his will. When she first arrived, she thought to herself this had to be a joke. An old European castle with it's musty odor and outward appearance. At least it had been somewhat modernized as she explored it to find it had electricity and communication devices. Digging deeper into it's depths, she brushed the dust off an antique looking book and opened it to the yellow encrusted pages inside.
She found the story of the castle and how it came to be. Her eyes rested upon a particular subject. A Count Alexander McGinnes seemed to have kept residence in this particular castle. His eyes somehow seem to bore through her. She continued reading the story. Seems he had it built for the woman of his dreams but before they could stake residence; she was taken by the arms of death as she gave birth to their first child; a lovely little girl. Turns out he was so distraught about the loss of his wife that he sacrificed his own life to be with her.
The young child was raised by the caretakers of the castle as none of the immediate family wished to care for a young child. They say he kept watch over her as she grew into a lovely young woman. Once he knew that she was taken care of , his presence was no longer felt in the halls of the castle. She turned the page to find a mirror image of herself looking back at her. The sky blue eyes, the auburn ringlet curls framing her face in a beautiful forest green gown and a matching cape with gold trim draping around her shoulders. She dropped the book upon reading the inscription underneath it swearing she felt a chill pass through her. Just at that point, the current caretaker pushed open the ornate oak doors announcing that dinner would be served shortly. She resigned herself to the long dining table draped in a white doily crochet tablecloth as she quietly sat eating her first night there. "Will there be anything else for you this evening ma'am?"as the caretaker cleared her dishes. She could get used to this but she responded,"That'll be all."
"Ma'am."
"Yes."
"I couldn't help but notice how much you look like the young lady in the book I returned to the shelf that you left setting on the desk."
"But I didn't leave it setting on the desk."
"If you'll excuse me ma'am, I'm going to finish the cleaning and I'll be gone for the evening,"as though she had been spooked herself. Deanna ascended the stairs toward her room. She turned to look as though her name had been whispered into the air but nobody was there. She was letting a little legend spook her for no reason at all. She turned in her bed at one point swearing somebody was lying there next to her.
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The strange events continued occuring over the next two weeks but nothing that scared her away. It was almost as if an angelic presence were watching over her. She felt it everywhere she went in the castle. It's strongest was in the master bedroom. The marriage bed it would have been called in their day she guessed. She sat down upon the gigantic bed with it's goose down pillows and canopied drapes pulled to the sides showcasing it's dusty rose satin comforter. As she made herself comfortable, she was startled by his voice."I take it you aprove milady,"his eyes met hers. The man from the book. It couldn't be.
"This is a joke right?"
"I assure you I do not jest,"he returned, his dusty eyes boring through her.
"Then what?"her confusion compounded by fear as she stood to meet him.
"I have waited so long for your return."
He thought she was his true love. The woman he died for in the name of love.
"But...but...but,"she stammered as he approached; tossing his velvet lined black cape to the floor.
He quieted her with his gloved finger as she sat in awe."I have searched an eternity to find you here my love,"his eyes holding those eternities . But the love he held wasn't intended for her but for somebody she reminded him of. She also detected a fear in his eyes as well. A fear that she would refuse the love of a man another woman so desperately loved. Maybe she was meant to be here to give this man one more night; to let him rest in eternal peace next to the one his heart so desired. Little did she know he was not here for his own purposes but for her. He had found his love. He noticed the fear in her eyes.
"Don't be frightened my dear. I wish you no harm,"as his hand gently carressed her cheek. He should be cold but she could feel the warmth in his touch."I always loved your hair surrounding your face so completely," as he pulled the green ribbon from her hair letting it spill onto the white fabric covering her shoulders.
She should have been frightened but she wasn't. She let him continue; convincing herself this was a dream and it would be over before she knew it. He removed his gloves and as his bare hand brushed elegantly against the side of her cheek, she could feel the love this man had for this woman knowing this was no longer a dream.
His lips softly met hers with an echo of love lost but she thought he had not come to the realization that she was not his long lost Rose."So soft,"her cheek rested comfortably in the palm of his hand as she became encompassed in his world; a world she had no right to be a part of."You smell of a freshly plucked bouquet of roses my dear...sweet...Rose,"he complimented as he drew the white ribbon of her cotton nightdress apart. His lips once again fell to hers with a desire beyond the realm of the world surrounding them. Her arms surrounded him and held him as closely as any law of nature would allow her to.
She allowed him access to her very being as he pulled the nightdress over her head. His adoring gaze fell across her naked form as he lifted her from the floor. She could feel the softness of the cotton material still covering his body as it caressed her bare form. She was speechless as he lay her on the bed and removed the barrier of material covering his upper build. Sleek but muscular she savored every inch as he consumed her with his sinewy form. His lips seared into her very soul as they trailed to the outer curves of her mountainous bosom.
Slowly working his way inward,he fervently greeted every glorious inch of them as though they were a temple. He kneaded the soft flesh of the unattended; his work rewarded with her gentle moans. She felt as though he'd placed her body in a hypnotic state as his lips trailed to the very core of her femininity.
She was already flooded with emotions she knew couldn't possibly be hers as he caressed the silkiness of her thigh; almost as though she had become somebody else. He traced a line into the very center of her desire as she grasped for the comforter. She arched up off the bed as his ministrations dealt her the perfect hand. She patiently watched as he went to remove his remaining clothing only to be met with her eagerness to assist him with his task. She slid them partially down and pressed him to the bed.
