LEMON 

The very next morning I bounced on my bed, there were a few times he had asked me for a stroll because of the situation, but never in such a way!

I could have melted into his man titties in that very moment hehehe!

Wiping the drool from my mouth, I stood up off my bed and stretched, feeling as morning crept in through the curtains, I walked across the floor to my closet.

“I should wear purple today, I know how much he hates it.” Humming, I sway back and forth, ladies I heard would wear purple to get his attention, and at first I was no different, and then one day I started wearing it just to see that little crease appear when he wrinkles his nose. 

Calling for the maids, they dress me, doll me up, and send me out the door, blush brushes my face and highlights my golden eyes as my hair is mostly let down, but partially curled and braided up to show a more elegant look.  

Stepping to the edge of the stairs, I see him waiting at the bottom, all dolled up in might I add, the favorite of all his suits, while he had many I liked, this one was my absolute favorite, a dark purple highlighted with yellows and golds. 

I wonder how easily I could tear it off, stripper style. 

“Merry Morning to you Count, oh look at us, we match.” Stepping down the stairs, he offers me his hand which I gladly take. 

The things I would do with this hand if he would let me, it really is a shame it’s gloved. 

“Ah…..Morning.” He said with a touch of disdain from hearing that comment.

While I knew he hated it, it was so much fun to say it, today would be a wonderful day, I wonder if he’ll tell me why he wants to kill me, perhaps over tea, like a civilized mass murderer would do. 

Swiftly we began walking, my hand in his as we nodded to the coachman to take us into town for our stroll. 

In the carriage, I watch as he stares out the window, he looked dashing as sunlight dappled his hair. 

“You’re staring, Lady Alindell.” He said with a soft, fake smile as he closed his eyes and looked my way. 

Oh I know, I’m undressing you in my mind. 

“Oh dear, my apologies, you were just so dashing I couldn't help it.” I replied with a wave of my hand as if it was a fan, I should probably get a fan one of these days. 

And then, bitter sweet silence returned, leaning back, it was clear as glass he hated being here, and I would too if I was a heartless murderer on a date with someone who could be considered a harasser but who's to say I am. 

Stepping off the carriage I take his arm, town was but an hour away from the quaint town known as Belltrice, a lovely brick town with many small specialty shops, for embroidery, cartography, and books, anything a bored noble would want. 

Though, I can’t say I’m excited about being here, after all, I once ran to these streets in horror asking for help, and not a soul believed me, thinking of the hot ground on my bleeding bare feet still sends shivers down my spine. 

“Are you alright Lady Alindell?” Tugging my arm, I felt as Count Trixx looked down to me, a curious look on his face, I looked to him and then to a nearby window, I had gone pale. 

“Quite so, just a chill, shall we go?” Smiling, I nod my head and gesture towards the town. 

“If you insist.” He responds. 

And thus, the two of us begin our stroll, walking by shops that glimmer with little lights and news of the stone. 

The stone, how could I forget, looking far to the west, or perhaps east, I look for the tall stones light that could be seen for miles. The very stone that began this all. 

I had spent a good few days looking into it, a stone that crashed into the city near the castle, that day time began to change, and the five days began, and on the fifth day there's always news of one thing that never changes, the Crown Tea Party. 

It was a party meant to celebrate love that every noble was to attend with their partner, no matter who, or what they were, I had heard rumors that there was a noble that planned to attend with her dog, I had never been so upset that I died, I want to see it so bad that it hurts. 

Lost in thought, I stroll around and before I know it, I’m moved to the side, crashing into Count Trixx as he holds me, and a carriage comes scooting by. 

“Are you alright….?” He asks as I watch his eyes glance to the ground beside me. 

You thought to push me didn’t you? I suppose you’ll never change.

“Oh my, Thankfully yes, without you I might have been flattened, you have my gratitude.” I say as I glance over at the carriage, strange, that never happened before. 

Perhaps it’s because I’ve never been here at this time, or has something changed? No, that’s impossible. 

His eyes turn back to mine. “I’m simply glad you’re alright.” 

Taking me by the hip, he twirls me to the side of the road so that he’s closer to the street, and he smiles. “Now let’s continue.” 

Why is he so gorgeous? How can I be mad at this face?

“Of course!” And with that, my smile only increased. 

“Oh Count, for you, I would grow a pair.” Was all I managed to say as I grinned up at him, let’s just say, he didn’t look enthused by that. 

Contemplating what to say, it was clear he had to bite down any insults. 

“I can’t say I take that as a compliment, as I was sure I made it clear I prefer women.” He stated. 

I cackled a bit, that was true, I know for a fact he liked women, but making his life a mess was a hobby of mine, one I couldn’t resist. 

“Oh dear count, you needn't be honest with me, I don’t mind~” Giggling, I walked ahead and skipped through the streets, today was such a wonderful day, a glorious one really. 

Walking through the streets, we found ourselves at a paper office filled with newspapers, looking at the paper, I couldn’t help but stop.

This paper was always the same, but today, it simply felt different, and it was clearly because this fine man was scowling next to me. 

He might burn a hole in the window with that fiery gaze of his, and leaning my head, I couldn’t understand why. 

It looked like he was reading an article about the Prince and Princess, sure it was a tad gross but to hold such a gaze felt….personal.

“Count? Are you not a fan of the crowns?” Looking up to him, it was all I could ask, he looked so angry, like when he was killing father. 

“Of course I am, my loyalties lie with them.” He said quickly, too quickly, it felt rehearsed. 

“I see….” Staring back at the paper, I looked at their picture, they looked practically the same, it was disturbing to say the least. 

“I can’t say I am, for some reason I can’t trust a man who thinks with his dick, well, his dick in his sister.” 

Grinning, I look up to Count Trixx whose eyes are open wide in surprise, then, he leans in, whispering in my ear. 

“I’m glad to know.” He said, quietly. 

And to say it sent shivers down my spine would be an understatement, it was the sexiest thing he’s done yet, and I’ve been choked by this man.