"Umm..... I am hungry. I wonder where is food...." Ira roamed around in that big house.The Court Lady asked her to call her whenever she was in need of something. But Ira was curious to explore.
Ira walked along the Balcony and climbed down the stairs. With each of her steps the wood made a creak sound. She slowly walked past the flower vase and pots that were kept for arrangements.
The house looked huge but Ira never thought that it would be so vast inside.
The aroma of the sweet smelling flowers filled the pathway. One could get intoxicated by that sweet smell. Ira bent down and picked up a small part of the flower from the arrangement and smelt it.
"Ah..... This truly smells sweet! I wonder if I can place it on my hair..." She pinned that tiny fragrant wild flower on her messy bun.
Ira followed the pathway, at the end of the pathway she found the kitchen. Ira noticed that there was no one in the kitchen, so she thought of cooking up something for herself.
This kitchen was unfamiliar, so she had a hard time finding the cookware. After a heavy struggle she found a bronze pot. Ira found some vegetables and some spices. "Maybe I can cook some vegetable soup! Yum.... Just thinking about it makes me drool!"
After a few minutes the soup was done. The pot was still hot so she placed it carefully onto a table and started feeding herself.
She made a little too much so she closed the pot and stored it carefully.
Before she noticed, it was already dark outside. Ira drank so much soup that she doesn"t have any appet.i.te.
Ira was sleepy as her tummy was now full.
Ira slowly crawled her way back to her room. Her eyes were watery from yawning too much. She rubbed her eyes, when a pair of strong hands pulled her hard from behind. Ira was startled, making her sleepy eyes wide open.
She doesn"t know who pulled her from behind, before she slowly turned her head a cold voice came from behind her. "Who are you? Why are you here?"
Ira frowned, "Hey! Would any sane person question someone in this position? First let me go." Ira struggled to free from that grip.
But her attempt failed. The guy held her from behind, he blocked all of her moments by tightly wrapping her tiny body with his huge and strong built. One hand of his had locked both of her cute little hands, while the other mercilessly tightened the grip around her waist. The grip was so strong that a little bit more pressure could break her waist. Ira didn"t dare to struggle anymore.
"I am asking you again! Who are you? What are you doing here?" This time his tone was so cold and harsh. It was like she was being suspected.
Ira sweated on her brows while stuttering she spoke, "I... I am.... Ira!"
"I should have just simply stayed in my room! Just like the saying goes.... The curiosity kills the cat! Now what am I going to do!!! d.a.m.n he is so scary!!"
The man"s grip loosened the moment he heard her name. He opened his mouth to say something..... Taking the G.o.d given opportunity Ira fled from the scene without even looking back.
Unable to say anything the man just opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish...."She smelled good..... or am I just hungry..."
The man looked around and found a bronze pot with some leftover vegetable soup. He immediately gobbled up what was left. "Umm.... That was tasty..... But still she smelled much better....."