Chapter 7 Her dark knight

The person who called her was madame Felicia, George's mother.

"Good evening madame" Emily greeted as she prostrated.

"You are so polite my dear, longest of times" she said smiling at Emily.

"Yes, it has," Emily said given her an awkward smile, Emily had bad vibes from George but she got worse vibes from his mother.

"What brings you here?" Madame Felicia asked

"I was just looking for a quiet place to rest my head, it was getting too rowdy in the ballroom"

Madame had already noticed that Emily was acting too strange and uncomfortable then got too curious.

"Well have you seen George, I have been looking for him for so long. The guests have been asking of him but they can't seem to get a hold of him, the last time I saw him he was looking for you"

"Oh really I didn't know, but check around you will surely find him" Emily said.

"Alright, but if you are looking for somewhere to rest your head you can always go to that room over there," madame Felicia said pointing at another room.

"Oh, thank you madame," Emily said, quickly excusing herself. Madame Felicia's eyes followed Emily until she was far away, then she continued walking to where Emily was coming from, she wanted to check whatever was making her so anxious. As she continued walking she heard moaning and she knew exactly who was behind those sounds, she was furious.

Emily went back down the stairs, she feared that Madame Lucinda would probably look for her to explain something to her, probably to cancel the wedding now that she had seen the truth, she wasn't in the mood for any of that.

When she got back to the ballroom, there was a dance at the center and everyone's attention was on it so she used the opportunity to go look for a quieter place to escape. When she was just leaving she saw the wine that had been kept to refill the glasses.

Emily took a bottle and turned it in a glass, she had read in novels that they feel a temporary euphoria when they got drunk, so why not. She drank the wine that she had turned in the glass in one shot and had already gotten drowsy. She just dropped the glass on the floor, breaking it, she probably didn't know that she was a lightweight. She began to wander around until she left the ballroom. She continued walking until she got to an isolated area far from the ballroom, so she sat for a while until she saw a familiar figure, it seemed to be her prince, her dark knight.

"I really have had way too many drinks," she said laughing. But it looked too familiar for it to just be the drink. She got up and walked closer to the figure, she could only see his back view but he was wearing a similar cloak to him that day.

The man seemed to be walking too fast for her, and she was finding it too hard to keep up with him.

" My dark knight!!!" Emily screamed so that he could hear her and slow down. He stopped to see who had spoken, when he turned, it was him. Her dark knight, it was Elijah.

"Are you stupid?!" Madame Felicia had been yelling at George since she caught him and Natasha. Natasha was unfazed by her and had already dressed up, but George was still shirtless.

"And you!!" Madame Felicia said referring to Natasha.

"Please could you lower your voice, you'll cause a scene" Natasha replied her.

"What did you say?!"

"I only said, to lower your voice, is there something wrong..."

"I see nothing wrong with what is happening" the madame Natalia appeared from the background, finally it was time for the show to begin. Everyone was in shock to see that she was in the room except for Natasha anyway, she was relieved.

Madame Felicia already knew who it could be and was hesitant to look back.

"Evening madame Felicia, longest of times. You never come to any of the tea parties I hold, you were always having a cold" when she finished with her talk with madame Felicia she saw George and her face became colder. "Evening George... Oh, we have already met. Pardon me" then she turned and saw Natasha, when she made eye contact with Natasha, she raised a brow.

"Natasha come here, stay behind me" Natasha wasted no time doing as she was told.

"It seems that so much has happened, I don't even know where to begin," she said as she looked around the room.

"George, the man who has been taking advantage of my daughter's gullibility and sleeping with her". George couldn't even look at her he turned his face away as soon as she called his name.

"No, George was the one being seduc..."

"... Not another word from you" Natalia quickly cut her off.

"There will be a wedding held between the two of you, I will speak to my husband concerning the..."

"No! Please I am to be wed to Emi.."

"... The audacity! For you to still cut me short, are you still mentioning that girl's name?" They had already provoked her enough she began to walk towards them.

"I suppose we would all like for the rumors about the Malayah family to spread, and you know the baron very well. He is very meek but he is also an influential person, at least influential enough to deal with you both".

She turned slightly to look at Natasha, "carry on to the ball".

"But..."

"...I said carry on". Natasha grudgingly left the room.

"Do keep in mind, your family's circumstances".

"You..." Madame Felicia was ready to pick a fight at this point.

"...Do not forget that, that child that I sent away to the ballroom is also the daughter of the baron" or so madame Felicia thought, she didn't know that she was talking to someone from the ghetto.

"You must probably think that your source of money would be Emily because she is the Baron's protected child. He will probably do anything that she wants" she said as she began making her way to the door, as she stopped at the doorpost.

"But do think it again, I am Natasha's mother and the Baron's wife... Also in bed" and with that being said the baroness left the room for them and their thoughts.

George could finally panic out loud as his hands were on his head "mother what do we do?!"

"Shut up George!" She said dragging him down through the collar and looking him dead in the eye.

"You will marry Natasha". She said and quickly released him, she had a deviously happy grin on her face.

"Mother?..." He said looking at her in disbelief.

"This is it George... This is what we needed, you can marry her and our problems would be solved".

"Mother no,... Please I beg of you".

"Don't beg me, you are the one to blame". She said leaving the room, then turned back to look at George.

"Please do be fast, you have to make a presence at the ball. They must all be wondering about you" she said before finally leaving the study.

After she left, George punched the desk.

"What have I done".

Emily could not believe that it was really him, although something felt wrong, he staggered a bit before turning to see her. She was worried because he wasn't looking too well, so she rushed in to help him out. When she got to him, he leaned on her shoulder, he was breathing heavily.

"Is there anything wrong". His heavy breath was still on her skin, she could feel it in her ears, it gave her a weird sensation, that felt dirty to her.

"Take me to my carriage... At the garden" Elijah whispered in her ears softly, Emily let out a little moan.

"Yes... ~gulp~"

Emily didn't know anywhere in the mansion and there were no servants outside so she listened to his directions as he continued to whisper inside of her ears. They had already gotten to his carriage, Emily supported him in, she looked at him for a while as he laid in the carriage, he looked like he was in pain, she couldn't believe that she met her dark knight somewhere that she dreaded. She looked at his lips and suddenly remembered how she thought it would be like to kiss him, and then she went in for a kiss. It was a light touch on his lips. It felt soft so she thought. She wanted to turn away and be headed back to the ball, but she felt his grip on her hand.

"Is there anything wron..." She was dragged in before she even finish her sentence.

"Aggh, drive it," he said to the Coachman, he sounded like he was struggling with himself.

The carriage started moving, Emily knew that she should have said something but she didn't want to leave him she still wanted to be with him.