Lord Knight whistled to a happy tune and skipped to his room with light steps. He was in a joyous frame of mind. He wanted to smile and laugh and think about the silly things that made him pleased as well burn his skin with intense need.

Oh, what he would not give to get what he wants in next to no time possible.

He was waiting for the events to turn out as he planned from years and at last when it was happening one by one, he was getting impatient. Impatient to possess what was his and will be only his forever.

Few more days... just few more days, chanting, he pacified his crave.

"My Lord, the dinner is served hot and Miss. Garrick is waiting for you by now, sir." Lyndon expressed, skillfully buttoning down the Lord's cravat and pining the golden cufflinks in the right places.

"Very well," Lord Knight sighed crisply. It was time to put the next part of the strategy into action.

Ah, how enjoyable it would be to see the handiwork in the final phase of his tactic.

Lord Knight was a great painter, sculptor and appreciates art and he was extremely excited to the see the final lines of his carving on the deserved. He would make a monument of them that would be remembers for centuries and not to forget the natural colors he use to paint.

"Are you, My Lord, going to get along with Miss Garrick's trials tonight?" Lyndon inquired, handing over the Lord's cane to him.

It was a crime to question the Lord, he knew it. No Lord is pleased to be questioned by the help under them but Lord Knight never cared about the typecast rules that were made by aristocrats whose nose was up in the sky.

He allowed his staff a considerable lenience in many affairs for long as they follow the rules he set up in his castle.

"Wouldn't it be fun to fall head over heels for her beauty?" Lord's lips curled into an amused smile giving his butler a friendly mischievous wink. "Beyond everything, you are quiet desperate to have a Lady in my life." Lyndon couldn't help but smile at his master's jest.

"And we are glad you found the woman of your dreams. All the staff, including me is just waiting for the moment you bring her here give her the charge of your life." Lyndon's genuine request made the Lord's heart well up in warmth.

"Good. Well then what is your impression on Miss. Garrick? Doesn't she have great qualities to be a Lady?" Lord Knight asked his butler in a calm yet serious tone but the laughter was clear in his red rimmed dark feral eyes.

"I will be certain to remember your statement and possibly ask the Lady in your heart in future once you bring her here. Let your Lady answer the question, My Lord." Lyndon chuckled making the Lord scowl deeply.

"Are you threatening me, Lyndon?" Lord Knight's scowl deepened when Lyndon nothing but chuckled at his question.

There was no way in hell his woman would be threatened by her place in his life and in his heart. He was making every move carefully so he could give his woman a carefree, calm and comfortable with him.

"Threaten you, My Lord! I can never dare to bully you." Lyndon gasped dramatically like a main protagonist of a famous theater play. Lord Knight narrowed his eyes on the short frame of his butler and gave him a stink eye.

"Lyndon" Lord Knight's grave voice sent chills through the butler's spine, yet Lyndon gave his master a smug smile. "You will be dearly punished if anything of this reaches her ear in the future." Lyndon nodded his head dutifully in a mock and spread his hands politely, leading him towards the dining hall.

Lyndon was buoyant for his master. After all the years of his struggles and hard work, he was going to get his life back to him. He has noticed his master fight with himself to get his emotions in control and many a times it was almost impossible to control his rage when the Lady who owned his heart was in trouble.

Lyndon did not know how much the Lady suffered but he saw his master feeling the pain of his Lady. It was his Lady who got a wound but Lord Knight was the one who suffered the pain ten folds all these years of staying apart.

As a loyal butler, he and his ancestors served the Knight family from centuries and they knew how cruel and cold heart the Knights are. However, his master's love, affection and dedication to his lady was beyond words can express.

In expressions of cruelty and danger, no doubt his master was far above the previous Lords, although his master is only dangerous to those who intentionally cross his path in ulterior motives. He Knew that one day, soon enough, he would make every living thing who hurt his lady love cry for an easy death

"My Charming Lord, You are kind to call me to share your dining." Blythe tried to cajole the Lord with her ever sweet voice and smooth skin in display.

Blythe was wearing an off shoulders dinner gown with whole of her arms in exhibit. Her healthy amount of breasts were almost out of the mere cloth that was trying hard to conceal at the least her n**ples. There was a long cut on her gown starting from the upper part of her thigh to the bottom, clearly showing off her slender pale skin.

If it was a preparation to woo and seduce the Lord, then she has put in a great effort as the Lord did take a double look at her.

The Lord smiled at the bold presentation and bit the insides of his cheek to control himself from laughing. He was going to enjoy this. He will be giving Miss Garrick she was looking for as well give her he was looking for too.

"You look absolutely gorgeous, Miss Garrick. May I?" Lord Knight reached out for her hand and placed a light kiss on it.

Blythe was gleeful to have the Lord kiss her hand. She knew her beauty and body would work on him or else what man could hold straight with such a body in show. Lord Knight was a slow worker, he worked everything in his own pace so Blythe understood the fact that nothing can be done in hurry when it involves the Lord.

Lord Knight pulled her chair in courtesy and very sweetly attended her chair not missing any opportunity to brush her skin. Blythe shivered in delight with just a slight touch.

Oh dear God, Lord Knight possess the ability of passing the lightening shocks with a simple touch. She had touched many men and has been touched by many too still; Lord Knight's too was too enthralling and bewitching. It was as it was compelling her to do his bid.

"Thank you." Blythe said bashfully and sat on the chair making sure to cross her exposing leg over the other. Lord Knight took the chair right next to her and she was very certain that the Lord noticed it.

"I was completely charmed by your hospitality and your care towards me, My Lord. I am so grateful to have you look after me and my requirements." Blythe bowed a little and smiled sweetly at the smiling Lord.

Lord Knight placed his hand on her hand which was on the table and squeezed it telling her he was happy to have her there. That made Blythe smile widely.

In the meantime, the kitchen staff brought hot scrumptious food in large bowls and placed them on the table neatly in order.

"I was thinking about you the whole day and night, about your kind heart and caring self; and attempted to show my gratitude in the means of poetry." Blythe blushed, playing with the locket chain that was right on her chest, trying to bring his attention on them.

"Ah, that is wonderful. I cannot wait for your lovely lips to spell the gratitude" Lord rasped with a wolfish smile and traced his knuckles on the length of her arm.

'My Lord, oh my charming Lord

Falling ever darkly into

The ebony abyss of feral eyes,

The groping images of

Your passionate kindness,

Wrung my breath

With your caressing smile.

What you have done to me?

As the shadow of chaos

Shuddered my affections,

My untainted heart

Burnt to ashes in love,

In a torment of unimaginable

Unforgivable and unforgettable gratefulness.'

Blythe recited the verse smoothly looking into the Lord's eyes mesmerized and indulged.

Lord Knight smiled widely and pulled Blythe a little closer as much as the chair allows her to and placed his hand on her slim jaw tracing his fingers along the way.

"That was beautiful, just like you." Lord Knight whispered softly closing towards.