Chapter 57 - An Intimate Whisper

Her eyes narrowed as she glanced at the pillar in the distance, her eyes met with a pair of dark eyes and a flash of white grazed past the sheer blue curtains.

Her alert expressions disappeared, ''Leo, is that you?" Was he here to ask for a pat again?

But he suddenly disappeared from behind the drapes. 

She frowned but did not think much about it. 

Outside the bath.

A certain tiger stood pitifully with a huge swollen area around one of his eyes. 

''Do it once again and you will be blind,'' Aleister folded his arms in front of his chest. 

Leo wanted to cry but he lacked tears. He just wanted a pat. Only a pat. He did not have any other intentions for his Master to be this cruel to him. 

After Esme was ready, she stepped out of the room. 

The maids standing outside glanced at her with a little envy and awe in their eyes. 

After all, to them, Esme was also a maid once but she managed to climb the ladder so soon. 

''You look beautiful, My Lady,'' Unlike the others, the head of the maids praised the lady dressed in a pale blue gown.

She was already very beautiful in the servant's uniform but now that she was dressed in a fine gown, she looked like an elegant Princess. 

Esme smiled softly, ''Thank you.''

''You're most welcome, My Lady. I will show you the way,'' As Esme nodded, the woman turned around and walked ahead.

''What's your name?" Esme asked her. 

''Clara, My Lady,'' The woman said. Her face was quite delicate but her stern expressions contradicted her soft features. 

While on the way, Esme's gaze landed on Liz who was walking past them. The latter paused and called out to her with her name. 

The head of the maids, Clara, frowned, ''Miss Liz, you should address the future Princess with the proper title...'' She said with a strict countenance, ''...Unless you want to offend the Prince.''

Liz turned pale at the scolding. She lowered her head, ''I didn't mean it...''

''Let it be, Clara,'' Esme interrupted them. 

After what happened in the garden, Esme did not have any intentions of having anything to do with Liz. But since she had helped her in her initial days with the job, Esme did not hold any grudge against her.

Clara bowed at her as they left the placing, leaving Liz standing there, with her expressions gradually shifting. Her fingers curled into fists as she glanced at Esme's retreating back.

''Here it is. The Prince is waiting for you inside the chamber.''

Esme nodded and the maids left. She stepped inside the chamber which was very small compared to the Prince's room. 

As soon as Esme stepped inside, her gaze landed on the maidservant who was kneeling on the floor, trembling and wailing. She tilted her head to look at Aleister who was leaning on the wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest. 

Aleister made his way towards her as he came to stand beside her, ''What do you want to do with her?" He asked, his roaming on her body, noticing how well the dress he chose for her was sitting on her.

Esme glanced at the woman who trembled even more as she heard the Prince's words. 

''My Lady, I am innocent. Please spare me...'' She sobbed but she stopped talking when the Prince's casual gaze grazed past her. 

Unlike the first time when she saw her, Esme noticed that the woman was looking very pale, her lips were dried. 

Esme closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath before she turned around and stood on her tiptoes. The corner of her lips twitched when her mouth still did not reach his ear, ''Lower your head,'' She mumbled while looking everywhere but him. 

''You never leave the opportunity to take advantage of me, Princess,'' Aleister whispered, without showing any intention of lowering his head. 

Esme pursed her lips. She raised her hand slowly and placed her palm on his shoulder for support, slowly raising her body. She craned her neck and whispered something besides his ear. 

Aleister was distracted as her warm breath stroked his ear but as she spoke like it was an intimate whisper between lovers. But when he heard her words, his expressions changed slightly. ''No,'' He said before she could finish speaking. 

Esme shook her head, ''I have to do this or else I won't be at peace,'' She had to find out whether this woman was innocent or not. 

''You're not doing that,'' His words were firm. 

Esme stepped back from him, ''If anything happens, you are here. I can try.''

Looking at her stubborn gaze, he relented, ''Be careful,'' He said after some thought. At least, this would give him a hint of her powers and it would be easier if she learned how to control them. 

Esme turned around to glanced at the woman who was kneeling, ''You can get up...'' She stepped towards her.

''My Lady, I...'' Her knees buckled as soon as she stood up but her elbow was grabbed by Esme. ''Thank you...'' The woman froze when she looked into the pair of grey eyes. 

Esme continued looking into her eyes with all focus. Sweat droplets appeared on her face and she bit her lips until a sweet taste filled her mouth, a few drops of blood oozed out of her bottom lips. 

'Plop' 

The woman landed on the floor on her knees, her expressions turned blank. 

Aleister glanced at Esme's back. He extended a finger towards her body and a golden ray shot from it before encasing her. 

Esme, who was initially in pain, felt a warmth inside her body and her stiff shoulders relaxed. ''Have you taken a young boy from the Auction house of Seran Village?" She asked, still looking into her eyes. 

''No, My Lady,'' The woman replied with a blank expression on her face. 

''Have you ever been to Seran before? The Village is in the outskirts of Visteria,'' A small frown tugged at her face. 

''No, My Lady.''

''How many times have you been to Visteria?" Esme's frown got deeper, ''Why are you eager to go back to your Kingdom? And what is your purpose of your coming here this time?''