Chapter 20 The love between three people in the long night is a bit crowded
Anna was nestled in Claude's arms, and they were lying on the bed innocently talking sweet nothings.
The sudden knock on the door made both of their bodies tremble. The sound of wind, rain and thunder was so loud that they couldn't hear clearly what Elvira said outside the door. Claude rolled down the edge of the bed and lay directly under the bed.
Anna quickly fluffed the pillow beside her, casually grabbed the quilt, smoothed down her hair, picked up the candlestick and went to open the door.
Elvira was outside the door, hugging her pillow and brewing tears, determined to let Ana stay with her and sleep there.
“Avra, why are you here?” Ana opened the door a crack.
“Sister Anna, it’s thundering. I’m so scared. Can I sleep with you?” Tears welled up in Avra’s eyes, and the candlestick in Anna’s hand just illuminated her small face.
Poor Elvira, she must have been terrified!
Anna's heart softened, and at that moment she forgot that her dear Claude was still lying under the bed. She said softly to Elvira in front of her, "Don't be afraid, come in."
Elvira followed her into the room like a happy little tail.
As she walked back to the bed, Ana was secretly annoyed in her heart. Why did she suddenly agree? When she saw Avella's face, she couldn't help but agree to all her little requests. What happened?
And she actually forgot about Claude for a short time. Once they fell asleep tonight, Claude would definitely be able to sneak out by himself, right?
Ana lifted the quilt and lay down where Claude had just lain, letting Elvira sleep on the pillow she slept on.
Elvira quietly placed her pillow on the ground. At this time, the pillow she brought with her seemed less necessary.
The soft pillows and the soft quilt make lying down feel like sinking into a cloud. There is also the smell of rose essential oil. My mother must have applied the rose essential oil on her skin and hair, and then let the oil fall on the pillows and sheets when she lay here.
I love the smell of my mom.
Anna blew out the candles with a whoosh.
The rain outside the window was splashing against the window glass. The curtains were not drawn tightly. Lightning struck and the whole room turned pale for a moment.
Good opportunity!
The next moment, thunder roared, and Avella trembled for a moment, then got into Anna’s arms: “Woo…Sister Anna…”
As soon as Ana lay down, there was an Elvira on half of her body.
A bit heavy.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Anna patted her back gently, pulled the pillow higher and sat up, so that she could hold her closer to her arms.
Mommy smells so good, so soft, and so gentle.
Elvira snuggled contentedly in Anna's arms. Anna patted her and then lowered the curtain.
Sleeping with her mother was a very novel experience. Elvira was so excited that she couldn't sleep and couldn't help moving around in bed.
From the time Elvira entered the room until this moment, Claude had spent the longest few minutes of his life under the bed.
To be honest, staying under the bed is not a decent behavior for a nobleman, although climbing onto the terrace is not either.
There were constant noises coming from the bed, and Elvira's voice spread from the bed to under the bed, soft and tender, like a young nightingale.
"Sister Anna... I'm scared..."
"Sister Anna, I can't sleep. Can you chat with me?"
And his fiancée Anna seemed to have forgotten that he was under the bed, but coaxed Avella patiently: "Don't be afraid...it's okay..."
The wind and rain were blowing outside the window, and Claude's heart was also being washed away by the wind and rain.
According to his experience, such conversations might continue until late at night, so he should rest early to conserve his energy.
He turned his head and saw the pillow on the ground. He waited for a while, but the person chatting on the bed didn't seem to have any intention of picking up the pillow, so he took advantage of another thunder and lightning and secretly pulled the pillow under the bed.
On the other side, in the manor across the river, Darien was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window, savoring half a glass of red wine.
The formation that summoned the thunderstorm was too successful. Every ten minutes or so, there was a thunderclap out of nowhere, and he was so shocked that he could hardly sleep.
The thunder would last for about two or three hours, enough time for Elvira to sneak into Anna's bed and chat until she fell asleep.
"Sevier, keep track of the accounts. The thunderstorm magic circle costs 30 gold coins each time." said Darien.
"Good, master." Sewell stood behind him holding a silver tray with pickled olives and smoked ham on it.
Rain fell from the sky, washing the floor-to-ceiling glass windows into an underground river. Darien looked at the world in the rain and the wine glass in his hand shook.
He liked rain, but unfortunately the weather in the wilderness could not be controlled by magic. He had drawn countless thunderstorm circles on the ground, but he could not summon a single lightning bolt or a drop of rain. He thought that he was not skilled enough and was depressed for a long time.
One time when he went out, he was not discouraged and tried again. He used all his strength and means, and a thunderbolt struck down the spire of the tallest tower of the Holy See. To this day, the murderer has not been apprehended.
After enjoying the rain for a while and finishing half a plate of midnight snack, Darien stood up and paced around for several times to digest the food. He waited until the thunder faded before returning to his room to sleep.
As usual, it's bedtime story time.
Sewell sat down on the edge of the bed and took out the storybook he found in the manor.
"Once upon a time, in a peaceful and beautiful kingdom, there lived a kind knight."
Darien, who was curled up in the quilt, was not very interested in this story, but he still listened carefully because according to the beginning, it should be a very hypnotic story.
"The knight had a kind heart, so he often helped people in need, until he met a witch."
The witch was cunning and good at speaking. She pretended to be an old woman who was robbed by bandits and deceived the knight. She said she needed a place to stay and she could clean the house and cook for the knight.
The kind knight took her in, and she drank the cursed potion that night.
The cursed knight's personality changed drastically. He stopped helping people and started doing evil things according to the witch's wishes. The people who had been helped by him began to hate him. Fortunately, this abnormality was discovered by a bishop.
The bishop removed the curse with holy water, and the knight immediately regretted having taken in a witch.
"This evil witch should pay for her actions," said the bishop.
So the bishop and the knight, along with the brave men, captured the witch and tied her to the stake.
"I don't like this story." Darien opened his eyes. "Change it."
Sewell turned to another story.
Darien fell asleep and had a dream.
In the dream, he was not a knight or a bishop, but a witch tied to the stake.
The dark night sky was dyed half red by the torches. Neither the kind knight nor the righteous bishop could see their faces clearly. The crowd holding torches was just a group of panicked black shadows, forming a dark forest.
"Burn him! Burn him! Burn the damned witch!"
"It's him who has stopped the ewes in the sheepfold from giving birth!"
"He made my husband fall in love with another woman!"
The sounds all around surged like a tide, and the black and gray resentment flew like soot and fell like snow.
"Silence," said the bishop, whose face could not be seen. "Now let him pay the price."
The firewood was piled high, and the lit torches rushed up one after another. He saw the smiles on the black figures, and one crescent moon after another swayed before his eyes.
He smelled the burning smoke, and it was getting hotter and hotter, with tongues of flame already climbing up to his feet.
"Burn that witch! Burn that witch!"
I really want it to rain, why isn’t it raining?
When Darien woke up, the room was still dark and the sound of raindrops could be heard vaguely in his ears.
Sewell didn't come to wake him up, so it must still be early.
He got out of bed, stepped onto the soft carpet, walked to the window, and quickly opened the curtains.
The sky outside the window was still very dark, almost like night. The streams of water made the whole world blurry, and everything I saw was blurred into dark blocks.
Darien really didn't like the nightmare he just had. The palpitations made his body still tremble slightly, as if the flames were really licking his hands.
It will probably be difficult to fall asleep in the second half of the night.
Elvira on the other side slept well and stayed in bed for a while the next morning.
Compared to her very good sleep quality, some people did not sleep so well throughout the night.
There were faint dark circles under Anna's eyes, and her skin was very fair, so the dark circles were particularly noticeable.
After coaxing Avella for half the night last night, she had never felt so tired.
Elvira is like a child, lively and active and curious about many things. She likes to listen to stories and likes to sleep next to her. She really feels like she is coaxing a child.
Anna struggled to coax Elvira to sleep. She was also very sleepy, but she resisted the urge to sleep. After hearing Elvira's even breathing and confirming that she was really asleep, she slipped out of bed and went to find Claude.
Claude was sleeping soundly under the bed. She reached in and patted him, but he showed no sign of waking up.
Anna laughed out loud as she crawled under the bed.
She covered Claude's mouth and twisted his arm so hard that he almost bounced up and hit the bed.
"Shh. Go away." Anna said in a whisper.
"Is it the next morning now?" Claude asked.
"No, it's still the middle of the night. You sleep like a pig," said Anna.
"She's too close to you, I'm worried." Claude quickly crawled out along with the pillow.
Anna followed him out from under the bed in annoyance, then tiptoed to open the door quietly.
Claude was lucky, it was very quiet outside the door.
Anna could finally sleep.
Elvira didn't know so many things happened after she fell asleep. Looking at the faint bruises under Ana's eyes, she realized belatedly how willful she was.
"Sister Anna, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kept talking to you for so long last night. It prevented you from sleeping well." She tilted her head back and apologized to Anna in a coquettish tone.
"It's okay, it's not because of you." Anna couldn't help but touch her hair.
Elvira looked like the spoiled little daughter at home, and Catherine liked to do that.
"Then I'll go back to my room first, Sister Anna." Elvira's face turned a little red, she picked up the pillow and ran outside.
Anna smiled and shook her head, then yawned again. Her personal maid hadn't come to wake her up yet, so she decided to sleep a little longer.
Before breakfast, Claude caught Elvira red-handed as she was about to go downstairs.
"I want to talk to you," he said to Elvira.
Hmm... This serious expression and this sentence are so familiar. Elvira has seen it every time she made a mistake since she was a child.
She followed him obediently.
"Ms. Elvira, do you know that Anna is my fiancée?" Claude said.
I know, what's the problem? Elvira thought.
"You know we are going to get married in the future, right? That's why she has no way of responding to your feelings for her. We love each other very much." Claude looked at Elvira's expression and decided to make his words clearer.
I know... Wait a minute, what's the second half of your sentence?
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