Chapter 6 Her discovery

THE BARVOTÉ MANOR...

Elijah had been sleeping in his study... Again, he hardly sleeps on his bed or sleeps long enough, he's usually busy at night because he can't sleep then.

But it was a few hours to the coronation ball.

"Your grace!" Pablo called out to him.

"Speak boy," Elijah said still closing his eyes.

"Th-the cor-coronation ball... is to-today" immediately Pablo heard his master's voice he began shaking and stuttering.

"What time was it set for?".

"By the...18th hour... Your Gr-grace "

"And what is the time now?".

"The... 16th... hour... Your grace"

"Pablo" Elijah called his name calmly, still lying down on the couch in his study.

"Yes your grace?" Pablo said still shaking.

"Why am I getting to know about this just now".

Pablo had already gotten on his knees at this point.

"Forgive me, your grace!!!"

"Stand up boy"

"~sniff~ yes your grace" Pablo had already been crying.

"Certainly you must understand that I am not pleased one bit with your actions," Elijah said getting up from the couch.

"Yes your grace," Pablo said as he wiped the little tears that he had left from his face.

"Even if you have made a mistake you have to make sure that you give your reasoning and not whimper" After giving Pablo a piece of advice, Elijah was walking towards the door. Pablo thought to himself 'what a kind master he had'

"Even if that person is almost as intimidating as I am," he said still walking out then he stopped.

"And Pablo"

"Yes your grace?"

"The next time that you will kneel and cry because of something like this ever again, I will beat you up and give you a real reason to cry" Elijah added.

And that was the master that Pablo knew.

"Yes your grace!"

"I am most likely to return on the 20th hour I do not expect to waste any time there, so you may sleep before I get back".

THE MALYAH MANOR BALLROOM...

Emily had arrived with her family.

"The family of the Garheés!!" the announcer yelled close to Emily so it had shocked her. This was her first time at a ball. She walked ahead of everyone in her family unaware of the fact that people would use their eyeballs to dig holes in her skin. And to top it off they had arrived later than expected due to something that happened with Natasha and madame Natalia's carriage.

Emily was so embarrassed, she could hear so many people talk about her.

"Emily!" George called out to her as he walked towards the Garheé family.

"Evening George" Emily greeted him bowing to avoid him kissing her hand. When George went to greet the rest of the family Emily used it as a means to escape and hide in the crowd. She wanted to be anywhere but with him.

"Evening baron and baroness Garheé it is a pleasure"

"Ah, the pleasure is all ours... I would have liked to talk about a delicate matter" he said looking at Natalia.

"But it seems it would be later... I only came to see my family off, please take care of them for today".

"Of course, it would be my honor to do so..." He said looking around for Emily, but she was nowhere around. George was shocked and dumbfounded.

"Goodbye father" natasha said as she walked towards George.

"Let's go and look for her George," she noticed Emily run away from him and knew that he would be off to go look for her.

As natasha came close to him there was nothing that he could do because he knew that he could not push her away in front of them much less the baron.

"Farewell baron, have a safe journey"

"Farewell," the baron replied to George.

Natalia's eyes traced the baron as he walked away from them, as she walked alongside him.

"What is the meaning of this Cornelius ?"

"I really do have somewhere to be, it will have to wait for another time". The baron said trying to find a way to escape from madame Natalia's clutches.

"That man, I swear" Natalia muttered.

"What was the meaning of that" George asked as they passed through the crowd, as He greeted them.

"What do you mean?"

"Do not ask me that... You were being oddly chummy with me in front of the baron".

George and Natasha (mostly George) had been looking for Emily in the crowd for quite some time.

They were soon out of the ballroom at this point.

"Let us take a break shall we?"

"Well you are free to go ahead I will continue with my search"

"Why do you even bother, she doesn't even have any feelings for you. Or have you not noticed that the littlest chance she gets, she runs away from you"

"Well it is only natural, we haven't had a long enough time to discuss about ourselves "

"She already has someone that she loves"

George kept quiet for a while after she had said that.

"Surely, you gest," he said laughing in denial.

"No, she told me herself"

George was furious after what she said.

"Tell me who it is"

"She didn't say but she told me that she has fallen in love, so please calm down".

"~clears throat~ sorry, "he said adjusting his collar.

"That just means that I have to be wed to her soon"

"Aah"

"What is it?"

"Please do you have a room where I could adjust my binding, I am finding it too hard to breath"

"Arggh! follow me, I will have a room for you " he was already displeased and wanted to drop her off.

"Do your deeds in this room, it's the most private room no one would come here so you are safe"

"Thank you so much it is most appreciated "

The room looked like an abandoned study but it wasn't dusty though because the maids were usually given the task of cleaning it now and then.

Natasha waited for him to open the door to the room and immediately he opened the door, Natasha pulled him in and pushed him towards the desk.

Before he could regain his balance natasha kissed him and was already tearing away the lases of his tunic and kissing his chest.

"What are you doing?" George wanted to be angry but it seemed to have been a while since he had let out his sexual frustration.

"Stop it," George said before letting out a low growl.

"George, you seem to be hard... Let me help you" she said as she went down and took off his briefs, as his rod shot out, she had caressed it before putting it in her mouth.

" stop..nggh" George said trying to push her away but he was no longer in control.

Emily had been wandering around the manor and escaping whenever she saw George and natasha?. She had greeted so many people because unfortunately for her, the interest in the daughter of the baron and the beautiful Elizabeth.

Some of them even suggested that she married their sons instead, they were all tempting offers but she already had one pig to deal with and she didn't want to deal with another, so she kindly declined their wretched offers.

At this point, she was already tired of seeing people's faces, she just needed somewhere quiet and isolated, so she was headed upstairs. She had been to the malyah manor about three times in her life, and she knew that there was a quiet study upstairs.

Although it had been very long since she came here, the only times that she had ever really come were to see Jacob, but before his illness though. She never liked to think of Jacob though, Jacob's a bad thought for her. When Emily started going through the path that she thought was right, she began to hear some sounds. She tried tracing the sounds to where they came from there was a little gap in the door. She saw natasha and George in a kind of position. Natasha had bent her body resting her upper half on the desk and George seemed to be pounding her and she had read one too many erotic books to know that they having sex.

But she still needed some time to process what was happening, she was shocked and confused and thought of many reasons why this could be happening, she finally concluded that they were in love and she was the one being the hindrance, she felt bad because of her fight with Natasha because of her selfishness. But with some time she got angry, frustrated, and insulted, Not because she liked him or anything but because they had probably been doing this for a very long time, she had been hearing such sounds for a while but it never occurred to her that they had been making a fool out of her.

She had so many emotions, if George was now to marry Natasha who would she be married to.

"Ah, Emily!" someone called.