>>Corvina
"That's right!" The guy I slapped straightened up, "He's a degenerate who assaults won!" He kept his hand on the cheek that was slapped while he pointed at Hael with his other hand.
I crossed my arms,"Oh?" I was not amused, "And where is the victim?" I may have been blinded by many things in the past but I'm sure Hael was not the type to go around and assault soone. And considering what he's capable of, why would he do sothing petty like assaulting soone? I would believe it if soone said he killed Tracy, but assault?
No,
"Lady Corvina, Tracy was crying in the kitchen," A maid said, "Everyone saw how distressed she was."
"In the kitchen?" I raised my eyebrows in question, "So she was crying in a public place where every staff mber goes." I rolled my eyes, "Doesn't that an she put on a show for everyone to see?"
"Hey! That's cruel of you to assu!"
"How could you be so heartless to your own personal maid?!"
"You're a female yourself, how could you defend soone like Hael-"
I raised my hand to stop everyone before they uttered more bullshit.
"And where is your proof?" I glared at all of them, "Where is your proof that Hael did it?" I looked at each and every one of them but none of them said anything to that.
They all sneaked glances at each other as the realization set in between them that they had no proof to show , and I shook my head at them.
"All you have is a statent by one single maid," I looked at the others, "Or was anyone else assaulted by Hael too?" I glared at the won in the corridors, "You will have to speak up right now. Or you lose your right." I crossed my arms, "Tell , is there any other victim here?"
No one spoke
The hall got filled with silence only for it to be broken by another idiot.
"Lady Corvina," It was a man again who spoke, "You can't just simply disregard soone's statent either."
"And you can't simply gang up on soone without proof." I eyed at the staff, "If Tracy was assaulted, she should co to her master," There was anger in my voice, "Not make a spectacle of herself in front of everyone!"
The more I spoke, the more the anger in rose.
Tracy was a troublemaker. Who would know better than ?
I could tell everyone just wanted a reason to fight Hael. The maids who had taken advantage of Hael sleeping around didn't say anything in his defense either.
In my past life, did I even notice this all? Was this a regular occurrence? I knew that the staff bullied him a lot but I never knew the males were looking for every chance to gang up on him like this.
The more I learn, the more I find out why he hates us all so much.
"When Tracy 'Stops' crying, send her to my room." I turned my head to look at everyone, "And I dare anyone to touch Hael again." I stepped towards him with my eyes still on the rest, "If anyone does it, you're dead."
We're dead because he's literally going to kill everyone!!! I understand I played a big part in his hatred but these idiots did too!
I turned around and saw Hael looking back with a surprised expression. The blood was trickling down his head and seeing that made my chest squeeze in guilt.
I wondered if he was physically assaulted all the other tis too. I never really saw his naked body, so I would never know.
"Co here," I presented my hand to him, "We're leaving." He placed his hand in mine and I closed it, then I took him out of there, "You're all dismissed!!" I yelled as I left
***
I used a towel to clean the gravy on him. It wasn't going to go away till the ti he took a bath but I cleaned it enough so that I could take care of his injury.
I sat besides Hael on the bed, my hands trembling as I assessed the extent of his injury. Blood trickled down his temple, staining his pale skin in a stark contrast that filled with a mixture of dread and determination.
Gently, I reached out, my fingers hovering over the wound as I searched for any signs of deeper damage. Hael winced at my touch, his jaw clenched in silent agony, but he made no move to pull away, trusting to tend to him in his ti of need.
Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I retrieved a clean cloth from a nearby shelf, soaking it in water to cleanse the blood from his skin. With delicate movents, I began to dab at the wound, careful not to exacerbate his pain.
As the cloth touched his skin, Hael didn't let out any more sounds, rather he remained stoic, his gaze fixed on so distant point as if lost in thought. I worked thodically, my focus unwavering as I cleaned away the blood, revealing the true extent of the injury beneath.
With the wound now exposed, I reached for a roll of bandages, tearing off a strip and carefully wrapping it around his head to staunch the flow of blood. Hael remained still throughout.
I wondered what he was thinking about. But at the sa ti, I didn't want to know.
Once the bandage was secure, I stepped back, my gaze lingering on Hael's pale features as I assessed his condition. Despite the pain etched into his expression, there was a sense of resilience in his eyes.
With a gentle touch, I brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead, offering a silent gesture of comfort and support.
"It's going to leave a scar,"
He turned his face to look at with a soft sly smile, "There's a tiny scar on your forehead," He said as he brought his hand to my head and removed my bangs to reveal the scar left on my skin, "Maybe we'll match,"
It ended up making smile for so strange reason.
It would be romantic in any other aning. I might have even loved the idea of matching scars if I was still the past .
But, not now,
Now, it just feels sad. Everything here in this mansion is sad
"You still don't want to leave?" I asked him, "Even after that?"
"Leave?" He removed his hand from my hand and grabbed my hand that was on his skin, "And go where?"
"Anywhere," I replied
"The count will send people to find ." He answered, "I am, but a re slave," There was an eerie silence in my room, one that made the mood even more sorrowful.
"Not if I tell him not to." I answered
"But nobody listens to you" He replied with a snarky remark,
...
I yanked my hand away from his as I looked away because I felt pissed off but I also knew he wasn't wrong.
"My Lady," His voice seed more lively than before.
"What?" I was thinking of leaving when he called.
"You looked beautiful in your engagent dress."
I paused as my heart seed to jump at his words, and looked back at him. I stared at him and he looked back at .
"Really?"
He nodded, "It made happy that the dress I chose looked so stunning on you." My heart ached at his words.
"Hael," And now that he had ntioned it, I couldn't help but ask, "If I looked so beautiful in that dress, why did you leave?" I turned my body toward him, "Where did you go when I was at the altar?"
"I left," He replied without hesitation.
"Why?" I asked
"Because I didn't like it," His answer made my heart skip a beat.
"You didn't like what?" An anticipation, a hope grew in my heart which made my heart beat rise.
...
His eyes wandered around as he thought about what to say while I felt my heart pound. My stupid little heart started thinking that maybe he left because he didn't like getting engaged to soone else.
That, maybe he felt sothing for too.
And maybe, it wasn't just . It wasn't my delusions. There was sothing between us.
I gulped
The anticipation started eating up. Each second that passed felt like an eternity and yet I couldn't take my eyes off of him.
"You didn't like what, Hael?" I repeated my question and his gaze finally landed on .
"It was boring," My heart fell, "The ceremony was boring. I didn't like it. So, I left,"
A tidal wave of emotions surged through as his words washed over , each one a dagger piercing the fragile facade I had constructed around my heart.
I can't believe I had dared to hope, to believe that sothing changed between us, and now the sting of rejection burned like a brand on my soul,
Beneath the pain, there lingered a bitter sense of resignation – a recognition that I had been the fool all along.
Oh...
When will I stop doing this to myself?
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