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Sep 28, 2013 09:48PM
Irene glanced over at him "Well I know that, your a demon. I'm not as a stupid as I look." she rolled her eyes as they found her room. "Do you know where every slaves room is in the castle?"
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"Obviously, I have to. I know every part of my castle like the back of my hand." Shetan opened the door for her and shoved it open.
"Of curse, I knew that. But why can't your guards or peasants just do all that for you? I thought royalty was never suppose to lift a finger?" Irene asked as she stood in the door way, looking up at him.
"Yes, but I am fond of walking," Shetan said, looking down at her. "Besides, I would be bored if I just sat around in a throne all day long and was lazy 24/7."
Irene rose a brow, actually surprised that a king, a lord, royalty had just said that they didn't want to sit on a thrown all day and would rather do things themselves. "Huh, your really odd, y'know?"
"Odd? Not that odd. I do sit on a throne, I do order slaves and demons to do some things for me, but not all things."
"Yeah, I noticed." Irene snorted with an eye roll. "But your not like spoiled or demanding people to get you things." she said. "But you know what else is odd? We've been together for about 20 minutes and we haven't argued or yelled at each other once yet."
"Weird," Shetan muttered. "We should be arguing. But you're at your room now, so we'll be separating right about now."
Irene still thought it was strange, maybe it was because they were both worn out from the day and done with arguing their piece. She sighed softly and gave a short nod. "I suppose to. and don't worry, a friend of mine must have changed the sheets on my bed so now I don't have blood stained sheets." Irene said as she stepped inside "Good night, Shetan." she said before closing and locking her door.
"Goodnight," Shetan muttered before leaving and walking back to his room. He closed his door and lay down in bed. Now that his back was taken care of, he felt much better. He drifted off into a deep sleep.
Irene went over to her bed and slipped into it, loving the feel of the cool sheets on her skin and the slight warmth from the woven blanket. She curled up in a small ball, snuggling up, before she fell asleep.
Saturday came, the next day of the weekend. Shetan slept in again and was glad he could, because he enjoyed being a lazy bum whenever he could.
Irene had woken up decently early that day, her bad luck, meaning she needed to immediantly get ready and head out into the fields again to work. She got up out of bed, her hair still done and dressed up special whenever her friends, Emma and michael, took their day off to spend some time to get to know each other. Irene pulledh her hair into a pony tail and wore jeans and a red shirt. She then headed out to the fields and worked beside Emma and Michael.
Shetan was out there on the borderline of the fields, sitting on a stump and watching all the slaves work. He was thinking about Irene and wasn't surprised he was.
Irene listened as Emma, who was about it her twenties, told her about whenever she was in high school and all of her boy romances. Really, she couldn't help but laugh at some, she of course went to High school just before she was abducted and brought here. Irene shook the thought away before she could sad over it, she looked over, near the sun, to see a frame of a large man on a stump and she knew who it was. Lord Shetan.
Shetan could barely hear what Emma was saying to Irene and spent his time listening to their conversation secretly. He did not object to their talking. Besides, it was a bit boring having to sit on that stump and do nothing because everybody was behaving themselves. He didn't have to punish anybody. He then felt eyes on him and looked over to see Irene looking at him.
Irene realized the Shetan and caught her looking at him, and she held the gaze for a few moments before looking back to Emma as she spoke. Irene was down on her knee's, cutting down the stems with the scythe, hardly listening on about Emma's glorious days of being Prom queen two years in a row and being student council.
Shetan held the gaze and continued to hold it somewhat briefly as she looked back down at her work and Emma. Then he looked around at the other slaves, resting his chin in his hands.
After a long time of working, possibly three hours, Irene could start to feel the pain in her wounds. They were burning badly like hot rocks. She sat up from being hunched over and rubbed her forehead with he back of her hand to get the sweat off. She panted a bit and took a short break.
Shetan saw her stop and moved off the stump. He passed by her for a moment, looking at her, before heading inside briefly. Coming back out with a water bottle, he slowly walked up to her and handed it to her.
Irene saw Shetan coming near her and she immediately started getting back to work, wincing in pain, but knew if she were to be punished it would hurt worse. But whenever he came back, she looked out of the corner of her eye to see him holding out a bottle of water to her. She didn't accept it even if she wanted to. "What's this for?"
"What do you think it's for?" Shetan told her. "It's a hot day, you're obviously sweating, and if you're not drinking it, I will."
Irene rolled her eyes to prevent herself from glaring at him. "I'm sure there are other slaves in a lot more worse condition than I am. Go give it to them, besides you hate me the most out of all the slaves?" she said, raising an eye brow. "Go give it to your favorite."
Shetan left her immediately, going over to a slave that really needed it and was sweating. Shetan gave it to the slave, which was another one of Irene's friends.
Irene looked over her shoulder at the other slave he had given the water to and gave her a soft smile. She then turned and got back to work, glancing at Shetan. Irene was in pain and desperate for water but she knew there were people in worse conditions than her here.
Shetan then went back over to the stump and sat there until the day reached a close. Then he got up and announced that the work was done for the day.
Irene stayed hard at work for a long while, taking a breather for a few moments but returned. Whenever the announcement sounded she got up and headed to the tool pile and set it down. She wiped of her hands on her pants, pulling her shirt up a bit to wipe her forehead as well. She waited on her friend Emma who was talkign to one of the guards.
Shetan disappeared inside after giving a glance at Irene and Emma, who was talking to the guards. He drank some water and then a blood bag in the kitchen.
Irene and Emma headed back inside, talking to each other in a low voice as they headed to the shower rooms. They went through the same procedure of course and then taken into the dressing rooms to put on whatever silks and dresses they wanted.
Shetan ate some food while they were in the showers. While they were in the dressing rooms, he sat in the living room and watched TV.
Irene dressed in a pair of jeans and a green and grey stripped sweater shirt. She came out and said her good-bye's to Emma and Michael since they were on the other side of the last floor than her. Irene headed down the long hallways to her room.
A bit later, Shetan finished watching TV, and he started heading upstairs to his room. As he went down a long hallway, he spotted Irene ahead.
Irene didn't even notice or hear Shetan a little ways behind her, her head was clogged with thoughts of her past and what could be her future. She dearly missed her family and friends back home.. but now she was worried about them because of Aemon and his threats against her.
Shetan slowly walked closer and closer to her before passing her. He didn't look at her very much, except for a few glances now and then. But then he stopped after he passed her, and he turned around and asked, "Are you okay?" She didn't look quite with it.
Irene heard foot steps behind her and became paranoid, thinking that it was Aemon but once Shetan pass she mentally sighed. She looked over at him and swallowed, giving a shot nod am I that readable? "Yeah... fine."
Shetan nodded a bit before starting to walk again, very soon finding his room and opening the door. He stepped inside.
Irene watched him as he walked away. Once more another meeting and not a single vile word spoken. Odd.. Shetan and Irene haven't been really fighting very much along with Shetan has actually showed that one percent of care he told Irene about. she sighed softly and headed into her room, the room pitch black other than the candle she had lit on the desk near the bed. She locked her door and padded over to the bed, plopping down in it like a ton of bricks.
Shetan closed his door behind him and plopped down into bed. Even though his bed was a king-size bed, it was still almost a wonder how his bed could hold his 600-pound body, especially if he threw himself on it.
After about thirty minutes; Irene couldn't take it anymore, she was going crazy with worry and fear because of Aemon. She got up out of bed and staggered down the lit hallway and to Shetan's room. she softly knocked on it, glancing around anxiously.
Shetan was staring up at the ceiling blankly before hearing the knock. He got up and opened the door, a bit surprised to see her there. He rested a hand on his hip. "Yes?"
Irene wasn't sure how or what she was going to say so she was just bold about it and said it straight up. "I'm afraid Aemon's going to come back and hurt me.. or worse my family and friends." she said, her voice shaking with fear and worry, her eyes large with tears.
Shetan frowned, some concern on his features. "That would be bad, would it?" he muttered partially to himself before opening the door more. "Come in then. Last thing we need is him trying to make his disgusting love on you again."
"I wouldn't call it love.. but yes, it is disgusting." Irene shivered at the thought, she remembered how his hands wandered across her skin and his lips smashed against hers. "It's more like rape if you ask me.." she muttered, walking in. "Are you sure though you want me in here?"
"Might as well. You came to me," Shetan muttered, sitting down on the bed and looking at her.
Irene gave a nod, knowing that he was right about that. She glanced around the room, she knew she would feel desperately uncomfortable sleeping in the same bed as him. "Where should I sleep..?" she asked him, hugging her arms.
"Well, the most comfortable place is my bed," Shetan said, standing up. "If you do sleep there, I can just sleep somewhere else." The only other options were sleeping in a chair or on the floor.
Irene shook her head, trying to hide a small smile that he had offered to sleep else where. She nervously got into the other side of the bed "No, its fine. Its fine." She said as she curled under the covers "Thank you Shetan."
Shetan nodded a little and lay down on the other side of the bed, lying on his side with his back to her. His wings and horns were not out currently, so he wasn't crowding her.
