"Lord Etienne... do you have a home?" They've been travelling for months; a wanderer's life suited for the bachelor Pureblood.
"Do not burden the Master with your silly questions Rose!" reprimanded Keiko.
But Rose was adamant. Running as fast as her tiny feet could, she rushed to the front and tugged at his sleeves. "When you go home, can I come?"
She had remembered his eyes, the silver almost dancing in laughter even when his face remained stoic. "If you wish, Rose." Her hug had been instantaneous, a tiny koala clinging to the leg of the seven foot tall Vampire.
"Rose!" shrieked Keiko. "Get off you insolent little -"
"Let her be Keiko," he had replied, continuing with their journey, looking down only to make sure she had not slid off. It was only when she started to feel sleepy that her fingers loosened its grip, only to have the hazy consciousness of being lifted. Lord Etienne's scent was so close, so comforting... Rose only wanted to close her eyes and sleep on his shoulders.
He could not be serious!
One
strike? Surely he didn't think she was that skilled of a swordswoman?
But... dying was not an option.
Getting to her feet, Rose studied the elements around him, plotting the best strategy to leave that one mark on him without killing herself in the process. She knew he was watching her - listening to her heartbeat, taking in her change of scent in anticipation of her attack.
It was now or never.
Dashing forward, she feigned a straight thrust, using the force of his block to flip her weight towards a nearby tree. Lunging from that height, she swung her sword with all her might, the move intended to look like a calculated aim for his head.
That was when she switched hands, cutting her sword's trajectory abruptly, causing the blade to pierce the soft ground instead.
"That was disappointing Rose. I had expected-" Words died on his lips as she covered them with her own, forcing his fingers to relax and drop his own sword.
When his hands folded across the back of her waist, she knew she had him.
Sucker.
"Looks like I won Lord Etienne," she whispered against his lips; a thin blade the size of a chopstick aimed at the side of his throat.
His eyes flicked down towards her and then he smiled. "Seems you get to live another day."
Pushing herself off him, Rose took a step back to marvel in her victory.
He was still smiling when he knelt down to brush a stray tendril of hair from her face. "If you wish to learn the ways of the sword, I alone will teach you from now on." He tilted her chin slightly, much to her distaste. "But never do that again."
That.
The kiss.
She hated him right then. Were her years of pining just a useless fantasy? He had just spoken to her as though she was still her ten year old self!
"We will head back to Kirke's." The words sounded effortlessly like a fact and it took all her willpower not to defy him.
"Yes my Lord." One battle at a time.
***
Priestess Kirke was busy preparing lunch by the time they arrived. Etienne turned to his human companion, knowing full well that she was hungry. Their little duel had drained her but from the stubborn tilt of her chin; it looked like she wasn't planning on admitting that.
"Lord Etienne!" Teary eyed Keiko bowed at the sight of his master. "I thought you've left me here!" Lifting his head, he scowled instead. "Rose."
"Master Keiko!" the soft feminine shout was pure happiness. Etienne shot a warning look at his advisor. The pudgy Noble swallowed his snide remark and welcomed her hug. "Oh how I've missed you!"
Etienne saw the pair running off to no doubt gossip and catch up with insulting each other. It was their modus operandi when together.
"I see you've brought her back," said Kirke when he entered her kitchen.
"You doubt the Lord Etienne?"
"In some instances, yes." She hobbled a little towards the stove. "Seven years my Lord... that girl was a shell with no soul."
Etienne looked out the window to catch Rose running after a waddling Keiko. At least some things never change.
"I am here now."
The Priestess pointed a wooden spatula at him. "Yes, but I am afraid you might be too late. Rose is of marriageable age. You will not cage her any longer my Lord. If you do not wish to take her back, then set her free. She will die before ever hearing the words she wishes to hear you say to her."
He clenched his teeth in an effort not to kill the old woman. How dare she tell him what to do? "Rose will decide."
"Decide what?" came the gentle feminine voice of the woman in question.
Etienne turned his head slightly to catch a glimpse of her behind him.
"Do you wish to stay here?" He held his breath, allowing the silence to take over as her body stiffened at his words. "Or... if you so wish, you may resume your travels, with me."
He turned slowly at the end of his sentence; his silvery eyes boring down on her. Rose had both hands covering her mouth and by the glimmer of tears in her eyes, he assumed she had made her decision.
"I will go and pack my things now," came the reply and then she was gone.
"Oh Lord Etienne..." cried Kirke. "Why do you punish her so?" The Priestess sat down by her stove; tears in her eyes. "A childless, loveless life..."
"This is her choice, Priestess," he said, taking his leave to join his companion in the living room. He was not surprised to see Rose already packed and ready to leave; her belongings fitting into a small drawstring bag that was now slung over her shoulder.
A quick glance at her choice of garb and a frown marred his flawless expression.
"Keiko, go to the marketplace and fetch me a befitting robe for our journey. Rose will not do in peasant clothings."
"Master? If I may be so bold to ask... where are we going to next?"
Etienne looked down at the bowing Noble. Why do these subordinates feel they have a right to question his decisions all the time?