Chapter 45

IAN was rubbing his shin when the new maid had just kicked him. He smiled before he looked at the door that the new maid was getting away from him.
It seemed that she had claws. After all, she doesn’t seem to obey orders as good as she made it out to be, Ian mused before the valet was coming into the dressing room that Ian was standing in right now.
“My lord,” the valet said as he was pulling the black waistcoat as well as the black breeches that Ian would be adorning tonight. He nodded before the valet was helping him to get ready.
He was putting on a fresh shirt before the valet was putting the shirt cuffs on. Then, Ian was putting on the linen drawers before the valet helped him to get into those black breeches.
The valet put on his waistcoat and the cravat before Ian was putting his hair in line because it was disheveled from the struggles that he had with the new maid.
Ian was looking at himself in the mirror before he dismissed the valet. He took his cane, the head of the griffin was adorning the cane, the crest of his family, the Hassildor.
He sighed before he went out of the dressing room and went to the parlor of his estate as the butler was waiting for him with the invitation in his hand.
“Your invitation, my lord,” he said as Ian was taking it before the footman opened the door of his carriage. He got in before he tapped the rooftop with his cane as the coachman was driving the carriage forward and to the destination that would seal his fate forever.

EMILY was looking at the tailor’s shop that had just opened a few days ago. It was owned by a lady named Lady Ivashkov, the tailor who was smiling at her right now.
“I can see your figure was perfect, this dress that I had in mind,” the tailor said as Emily was biting her lower lip.
“Will it be safe for me to be walking around in that gown at night? I mean, around other lords,” Emily asked her as the tailor was arching her eyebrows at her.
“Don’t you want to have a husband?” She asked. Emily nodded before Lady Ivashkov smiled at her.
“Do not fret, dear. It will be perfect, I promise you,” the tailor said before she worked on the bright yellow dress that was adoring Emily’s body before she made some adjustments. Emily just hoped that it would not attract too much attention to her tonight.
Lady Ivashkov was turning her around so that she could make some adjustment to the dress that she was draping over her body. Emily was biting her lower lips, wanting to get away from the seamstress.
However, it would seem that she was stuck to be there for eternity until Lady Ivashkov was kneeling in front of the dais that Emily was standing upon. She was looking at the mock up that the seamstress draped over her.
She ran her fingertips against the soft muslin. Emily sighed, wondering about the real dress that she would be wearing tonight.
Nevertheless, Lady Ivashkov said that it was to be her surprise for tonight. Thus, Emily was stuck with the mock up muslin that the seamstress used to take her measurements.
“And… done. I’ll get the dress ready for you, dear. You don’t need to worry about tonight. Everything is under control,” Lady Ivashkov stated.
Emily smiled, locking eyes with the seamstress. She could see there was something in Lady Ivashkov’s eyes but she ignored it, knowing fully well that she would not succumb to the byplay that was happening between them.
Even though she wanted to, Emily kept her head down and her mouth shut for she was no lady in the situation. Rather, she was only an instrument that Lady Ivashkov used to flaunt her creation into the gentry.
Curse my stupid heart for wanting to explore tonight’s adventure, Emily mused as she stood on the dais and waited for the seamstress to be done with her.

ARABELLA was trying on her evening gown with a Bertha collar as well as the sheer lace and all the intricate bodice that Lady Ivashkov, her best friend, as well as the most sought tailor, was allowing her to promote her dress when she was in St. Betown. It was as if Alvina knew where she would be going for her next matchmaking session.
“My love, are you ready?” Aiden asked when he entered their master’s bedchamber at the Golden Castle. Aiden was wearing black on black with his ruffled shirt was the only white linen on his person tonight. Arabella turned to look at her husband before she smiled at Aiden.
“You look ravishing, my love,” she said as Arabella crossed the gap between them before she pulled Aiden’s face and claimed her favorite part of her husband.
His mouth.
They moaned before Arabella broke the kiss. The prince consort’s eyes were obsidian now, making sure that Arabella saw the Demon that was lurking inside her husband right now.
“Later. For now, we have a ball to attend,” she whispered against his mouth before Aiden’s hands gripping her waist. The young queen smirked before her prince consort kissed her mouth briefly.
“After that, my love, you will be mine until dusk,” Aiden said before they walked out of their private master’s bedchamber and went to greet the guests who were arriving at their masquerade ball.

IAN was sipping on the railway before he was looking at the front door where the guests had arrived. He was one of the Higher Court lords who made it on time, which meant that he was earlier than the others.
Arabella was happy to see him before she went to greet the other guests. He was sipping on the wine and he was happy to be outside of that young queen’s radar for the rest of the night.
“I see that you have been here for quite some time,” greeted the Viscount of Vyckos, Daniel Cutler, as he was smirking at Ian before the marquis scoffed at another best friend of his.
There were five of them, including him, in the group. The viscount smiled before he looked at the guests that were coming to the ball tonight.
It was a masquerade ball after all.
Ian had not put on his mask yet as he was trying not to roll his eyes at the visitor.
I know that after that, it will be your turn, dumbass, Ian mused before he was smirking as he was looking at the guest. Then he saw her.
The woman was adorning the yellow dress that complimented the pale complexion of her skin. She was adorning the brown mask as she was looking around.
Ian felt something inside his chest before Daniel was whistling. He snapped his head at his friend before his Demon was trying to take over. He reigned it in. Control, Ian, control. He was looking at the viscount before his friend was smirking at him. Daniel was arching his eyebrows at Ian.
“Don’t tell me, you fancy her? You don’t even know her name,” Daniel said before Ian scoffed.
“And I am about to find out now,” he said as he left the Viscount of Vyckos to his own devices and went to meet the woman in yellow down below on the dance floor.