The Red-Haired Lover

en rays over the metropolis of Lenmont, a massive concrete

mont was a giant teardrop surround

like a large mirror reflecting the sunny sky. Birds soared over

iddle of a grassland the size of six football fie

d hair, the one and only in Lenmont, swayed gent

she

ps and frowned slightly at

e Sarkon l

n demeanor, smiled back and answered truthfully, "Of

p her fingers. New blisters had formed over old calluses. Smiling weakly, she ti

along the gentle curve to her

er young lady muttered

orth it, Miss Maria. Mr. Sa

huge smile to those rosy lips. A smile of a sec

utterings of millions of butterflies waiting to burst f

gripped her bow willfully. It's not that he di

expression and smiled with the affection of an

's heart and the person occu

ly announced that she would marry Sarkon, her

treated as such. Girls her age always wanted to marry their

rkon was like a fat

't the case

ost powerful and dangerous man in Lenmont, turned into

kept it

ections openly and wholeheartedly for all in the household to see. She yea

rough the cool space, bringing the maid back to the library

You know he will. However busy he is, he'l

ng blue waters outside. They reminded

looded h

strong, chiseled jaw-they belo

lted into a

d at her recently. There was a chan

stroll in the gardens, in a spur of the moment, M

go!" She chirped excitedly at the ex

day she first met him. In the beginning, she

was use

his hand and pulled him toward the sounds of the c

she noted Sarkon's shiny, black leather sh

g with her brownish-red curls and flappi

g-yolk of the sun resting on the horizon of the metallic sea. Holding

eautiful,

idn't an

d to her le

, the man whom she saw as her protector, the man who had been invading her dreams

he saw something in them she'd never seen before

voice snapped her back to

swered as cooll

arkon'

"Really?" Then, her eyes looked down, and she gasped

ittle mistress a know

idors aligned with expensive tapestry and masterpieces of

thout waiting for her usual help, she rushed to her wardrobe and grab

Maria smiled into the mirror a

as well. "Yes, he won't be a

iggled

sed, Miss. I'll

k on the door. Sophie d

ff her curves at the right places. Maria glanced at the lo

red in the m

y at her reflectio

better. With her shoulders dropped,

d something happe

her head, "He

hand to her c

n is with a gu

?" Maria felt a mixture o

Albert didn't say except that Mr. Sarkon expects Miss to b

eyes in disbelief.

For the nine years they lived together, never once

ought a woman

elationship

ing shot up in her chest. Her emerald eyes widened at the beige

business partne

nd exhaled slowly. She

her to go to Sarkon quickly. M

t's

ss, you

lided toward the door. "Uncle Sarkon's ri

*

s eyes instinctiv

uild and great height, he

del. Men everywhere in Lenmont followed his style of suits with a classic men's crop and a dandy

ose women

of cours

that wou