Kael's vision swam, 'Where am I?' He grunted, using his hand to push his body up. The first thing he saw were the sheets on the bed he was lying on. The bedding was thick, layered in furs and embroidered sheets.
'A bed..?' As he had noted moments before, he was lying on a bed. His vision was still a bit blurry, but regardless, he looked around.
A dim chamber, a high ceiling, the light scent of incense, and something strangely antiseptic.
He tried to move a little bit more.
"Urgh..."
Every muscle ached; his head pulsed. He blinked, still a bit disoriented. He noticed, the bed he was lying on was a very large canopy bed, large enough for five people to sleep comfortably.
'This? How did I get here?' he thought.
He shouldn't be in this bed, not here, not now. He tried to speak, his throat thick with dryness.
"Hrrgh...this is a very weird room." The room was quite elegant, too elegant, not exactly the kind of place Kyle would expect to wake up in.
Despite the elegance, hints of youth still lingered in the items in the room: an open chess set mid-game.
A long, wide shelf with quite a collection of books. Some parchment on a clean table near the dresser.
A cloak was slung carelessly over the back of a chair beside him, and a person was dozing off casually on the other chair in the room, across the bed.
"A person?"Kyle raised his brow in surprise. He could clearly tell that it was a young lady.
Suddenly, a soft gasp echoed from the sleeping girl. She recoiled, as if alarmed by something. Kael observed her movements as she sprang off the chair.
It was then that he got to see her complete form. A young girl, around his age, maybe a bit older, wearing a crisp apron over a maid's uniform.
'What an odd choice of clothing. But damn, she's cute.' That was Kael's first thought when he looked at her. 'She could easily pass for a popular model.'
He had seen plenty of people blessed with beauty in his life. But this? She had light blue, shoulder-length hair, some of it pinned up neatly, covered with a white lace headpiece that rested like a crown, holding her short hair in place.
She was short, as far as he could see, and also lean. She wore what Kael could only describe as a maid's outfit.
The base was a long, charcoal-grey dress made from durable yet refined fabric that clung neatly to the figure without restricting movement.
It flowed down to her thigh, just above her knees, and pleated just enough to be nice and aesthetic.
Over the dress, a crisp white apron was tied at the waist with a wide ribbon that formed a neat bow at the back.
The apron's fabric was embroidered subtly at the hem with a crest of some sort, using silver thread.
The sleeves were long and cuffed, and a slight puff at the shoulders, with a gap between the arm and the shoulder, though kept modest for function.
Lace trim circled the cuffs and the high, square collar, softening the otherwise clean lines of the outfit.
A black ribbon was tied beneath the collar like a small bowtie, and a silver brooch, engraved with the initials RS, rested at its center.
A pair of knee-length black leggings and black leather shoes, polished to a shine, clicked softly on the floors as she walked towards the bed.
Each shoe had a single silver buckle shaped like a crescent moon. The outfit was simple, and yet it fit her snugly anyway.
She had gathered herself after the initial panic when she woke up.
Kael found himself staring for far too long, his eyes following her every movement. What truly drew him in, though, was not her pretty and cute appearance.
It was her presence. An otherworldly, appealing presence that begged to be noticed. She was not actively trying to put him in a trance, that he could tell.
It was more like a passive effect her presence had on the air around them. The closer she got, the more clearly Kyle could see her.
The fabric of her dress hugged her modest curves like a second skin, emphasizing the gentle swell of her breasts.
They were small, yes, perhaps a B cup at best, but undeniably pert, topped by dusky nipples that strained against the delicate material.
'Hmmm.'
She now stood beside his bed, still looking a little bit unsettled. She placed a damp cloth on his forehead.
"Young lord... you're awake." The warmth and concern in her voice were genuine, which surprised him. "How are you feeling?" She asked, leaning in to observe his chest and face with her palm.
Kyle did not immediately answer.
She held her palm for a few seconds, as a warm sensation radiated out into Kyle's body as she did so.
She withdrew her palm after a few seconds. But then she leaned in closer to him. Her waist nipped inwards, leading down to hips that curved out enticingly above slender legs.
She checked Kyle's back, her hands kneading and feeling his shoulder blades, going lower and lower.
Kyle had clearly seen that she wasn't tall, standing at just under five feet, but now, looking at her up close, he could see the exposed parts of her body and skin. Every inch of her was packed with lean muscle and taut flesh.
He swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry as she turned slightly to her back to grab something, giving him a glimpse of the creamy expanse of her back.
The lace of her dress rode up ever so slightly, revealing the tantalizing upper curve of her ass.
Kyle felt a certain part of his body heating up, threatening to stand upright, but he suppressed the growing tension in his groin.
"Young master? Do you feel any pain?" She asked again in a sweet, smooth voice.
Kyle forced a nod, his voice raw. "I…I am fine. Just feeling a little bit sore and weak."
Her eyes widened for a moment, in relief? Fear? Confusion? She glanced at the door. "I'll get help." She hurried out.
Kael's heart raced. Help, which help? He had no clue where or when he was. Yet he knew better than to panic.
"She called me young lord? That's weird... haaaa..." Kyle breathed out loud, his breath stuttering in his throat.
"Fuck. This kind of stimulation is not good for a virgin like me...I should try to control my urges a little bit more."
Breathing slowly, he probed his senses. He smelled a sweet scent of flowers on his body and the sheets, mixed with the faint smell of iron, blood, perhaps.
That's when he felt the numerous bandages around his body. On his arms, around his back to his navel, and even on his legs.
He winced in pain when he compressed a part of his bandaged leg.