"Come on, let me show you your room."
Jaze gently disentangle from the hug, steps away and once again hold his hand out for her to
take. He can’t help but smile at her mouse like ways and he very much enjoy seeing her debate
with herself. He stands there patiently waiting for Lyra to decide. While he waits, he allows his
thoughts to drift freely and he ends up at the moment where she offered to suck him off as a
form of gratitude which didn't sit well with him. The problem was never her appearance. Lyra is
beyond beautiful, with or without scars. To Jaze the whole act reminded him of a domesticated
and well-trained pet. Not a human or a person. One or several individuals put a lot of time and
effort in breaking her to the point where she's nothing but a docile doll. The fact that she shows
frustration when denied causes loud alarms to go off. Not only that but she also asked how she
would earn food. That question still baffles him. Feeling a warm, small, hand in his much larger
all thoughts are scattered and he is brought back to the present. Squeezing her hand gently he
leads them back the way they came from.
"This part of the house was once home to servants and slaves but I have been renovating and
modernized everything. That's why there are no windows. I chose this for more privacy but I'll
show you the rest another day."
Going up the stairs Jaze sneaks a glance at Lyra, who is too occupied by the surrounding to
notice. He smiles when the winter paintings steal all her attention again. Watching her up close
he notices how childlike and innocent her behavior is but not in a weird or annoying way. There
is a lot of hidden strength within that small body and not to forget courage. Takes a lot to walk
right into a storm just to get away. Only a desperate but also strong person would choose that
option.
"Thought we could begin our tour here." Opening the door, he shows her his bedroom in case
she should need him then the bathroom and then he stops by the third door. “Open it."
His smile gets wider when watching her tentatively reach out and turn the doorknob slowly as if
something might attack any given moment. When the door is wide open it reveals a rather
large bedroom with light green walls that reminds of summer. Light wooden floor instead of the
usual dark. Massive four poster bed made out of oak filled with soft pillows and silk sheets.
Large white fluffy rug on the floor. All furniture such as bedside tables, dresser, closet and
bookshelf is same type of wood as the bed and has lovely carved flower ornaments for
decoration. The color scheme throughout the entire room are different shades of green with
white and gold details here and there. Despite not having any widows it feels homey, bright and
welcoming.
"This room is yours now. I thought it would suit you perfectly."
Jaze hears her little gasp. He watches as she walks into the room, eyes wandering from floor to
his eyes on Lyra as the hidden door swings open with a soft swoosh sound. The expression on
her face causes Jaze to let out a real laugh. She looks so shocked.
"This is the real house or should I say castle. Welcome to castle Lué Rondué." he says with a
playful bow and exaggerated hand gesture imitating a butler. Hearing her soft giggle was a pure
bliss. Better than any music he’s ever heard.
"There is a big three-story library here, around hundred or so bedrooms complete with their
own attached bathrooms of course. A ballroom, I mean what castle doesn't. Got to have one.
Office, lounge, dining hall, kitchen...what else?"
"Garden?"
"Of course! Garden, fountains, benches and swings. Gym. Entertainment room complete with
movies and games. Paintings of old and long since forgotten dead people that always stares at
you from their places on the walls. Also a must have. Creepy paintings." he jokes. Showing the
entire place including the garden and stables took almost the entire day but he loved every
moment of it since he was richly rewarded with a stunning smile that got wider and wider the
more he showed her. For the first time since her arrival here she looked happy and carefree.
Just the way he wishes her to always be.
"Welcome home dear mouse."
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