Shakespeare:
William Shakespeare. A playwright- very nice to meet you tonight, my lady.
Freya:
William…Shakespeare?
(As in, the author of Romeo and Juliet, and Othello?)
Still carrying me in his arms, Shakespeare gave me a carefree smile.
The soft look in his eyes melted away my fears and brought a blush to my cheeks at the same time.
Suddenly realising the compromising position we were in, I started to feel embarrassed
Freya:
Uh-uhm… you can put me down now
Shakespeare:
Are not your legs still weak?
Freya:
Even so, the position we are in is a little…
Even as I leaned away desperately, I can’t seem to wriggle out of Shakespeare’s embrace.
Freya:
I’m okay now, so I can probably stand on my own.
Shakespeare:
Don’t push yourself; I can feel that you are still trembling.
Freya:
Even so…
I dipped my head as embarrassment flushed across my cheeks.
Comte de Saint Germain (Comte):
Freya!
I hear the frantic tapping of leather shoes as Le Comte rushes to my aid.
Freya:
Comte...
Comte:
Freya… and Will?
Surprise registers on his face as Le Comte notices Shakespeare’s presence.
Comte:
What is going on here…?
Shakespeare:
Please don’t get the wrong idea, Comte.
Shakespeare:
I haven’t even harmed a hair on her body… right?
Shakespeare probes me gently to agree with him
Freya:
Yes. This young man saved me from some strangers who tried to attack me…
(Even now, I still feel frightened…)
Noticing the pile bodies of the men at his feet, Le Comte heaves a sigh.
Comte:
Is that so? Thank you for keeping Freya safe, Will.
Shakespeare:
It was nothing. My carriage just happened to pass by at just the right time.
(Since he knows Le Comte, could he be the real William Shakespeare?)
Then that probably means…he is also a vampire…
Fear flooded my mind for a moment, but I was immediately calmed by the look in his beautiful eyes.
It was the first time I have seen such a beautiful pair of different coloured eyes…
…are my eyes that unusual to you?
