⧠Something That Is Nothing â§
Arvisâs forest was soon becoming dark after its sun began to sink.
Matthias was staring at Leyla, who looked at the dead bird with blurry eyes. There was a period of silence between them. He was still patiently waiting, because he believed Leyla wouldnât be able to run away for a while.
Leyla lifted her head. Her pupils were brimming with anger that even the dark couldnât mask. Her eyes were arrogant and brazen but Matthias thought that was far better than her avoiding his gaze.
âJust tell me. What did I do wrong?â
âYes. What wrongdoing have I committed against youâŠ.. why should I be punished like this?â
âI never punished you,â Matthias laughed. âI did my job, and you, Leyla, did yours.â
After a brief moment of wondering, Matthias looked at Leyla again with a subdued glance.
âWrongdoingâŠHuh?âŠ.Why do you like birds so much?â
He repeated the same question.
Leyla looked up to the sky, towards the dead bird, and then back to Matthias. Her shoulders trembled, but her eyes staring at him remained wide open.
It irritated Matthias but at the same time amusing as well.
âTheyâre always by my side,â
Leyla answered aloud to his question. There was a wave of slight anger in her voice, but it didnât sound rude or offensive.
âEver since I was a child, Iâve been traveling around a lot of different places, but the birds were always there wherever I went. They were always in my vicinity. As the seasons changed, some of the birds who had gone away would still return as I waited for them. The birds always came back to me.â
#1 AI Image Generator
Make Yours!
Generated By AI
Made with 'poster(JP) - æ„ćŒæ”·æ„ v1.0' Model
Leylaâs voice became softer as she spoke. Perhaps, the tenderness had been caused by her smooth articulation.
âThe birds are there in every season. I can find them in every place. I love living around these lovely and free creatures.â
âYes. But it might be meaningless to you, duke.â
Matthias giggled low, looking at Leyla, who blustered with a teary-eyed expression and rose to his feet. It seemed the time of the dinner party had approached before he realized it.
âAre you going to hunt like this again?â Leyla stopped him when he was preparing to leave.
âIf itâs necessary,â Matthias answered without skipping a second.
He was pleased. Leylaâs eyes, which were filled with despair, fear, and frustration after that, really satisfied him.
After briefly altering his mind, Matthias stood in front of her.
âLeyla, everything in my life has to be in its place. Where thereâs no need for someone to run or hide.â
âSimply stay in your place.â
âPlaceâŠ? IâŠ. I donât understand what you mean by that.â
âThink it through thoroughly.â
âWho knows? I might consider a âfriendlyâ hunting session if you find the answer.â
#1 AI Image Generator
Create & See!
Generated By AI
Made with 'Max Caulfield | Life is Strange LoRA 1.0' Model
Matthias walked away leaving behind a dazed Leyla.
He didnât want to hold high hopes towards her. But, he wanted Leyla Lewellin to stay in her place.
As an orphan living in the forest.
As a studious schoolgirl.
And soon, as a female teacher in the place where she should be.
Sitting on the back of his horse, Matthias turned his head and looked towards the bush. There, Leyla was still curled up before the dead bird. Matthias believed she was crying as he noticed a sparkle on her cheeks.
There was a sense of contentment blooming in his eyes when Matthias saw her tears.
He was born into a world where perfect order reigned supreme and now he was on his way to being its master.
Underneath that principle, everything in his world stayed simple and clear. Living up to a specific role or meeting a set of expectations wasnât at all problematic.
He was his grandmotherâs and motherâs proud successor. The gracious master of Arvisâs people. The brilliant commander on the battlefield. Not to mention even the director of a successful business.
He was always somebodyâs âsomething,â and Matthias willingly played that role.
The people around him also viewed him in the same light. He polished their designated roles, actions, and feelings in a structured manner. Those were the emotions that he always saw, heard, and learned.
But that poor orphan who lives in my forest?
Matthiasâs eyes narrowed as he looked at Leyla.
Matthias smiled when he realized how easy the conclusion had been.
It was the first time something that was ânothingâ had invaded his world.
#1 AI Image Generator
Create Yours Now
Generated By AI
Made with 'poster(JP) - æ„ćŒæ”·æ„ v1.0' Model
Duke of Herhardt didnât need any extra stains in his life. Nevertheless, it was queer to have something that he didnât need in his life.
And yet, Matthias thought it wasnât too bad. That woman whose value was equivalent to ânothingâ, her sentiments displayed before him amused him a little, much as seeing a flying bird plummet to its death.
He enjoyed seeing Leyla cry. She was such a lovely weeper. Attractive enough to him to make her cry over and over again.
Matthias made his way out of the forest with a content heart.
In the mansion where he returned, he went through the same routineâa dinner with a raucous crowdâthe ornate but empty conversations adorned with the ice-cold champagne and artificial laughter.
After the brief summer night had passed and the morning came again, Matthias thought that doing âfriendlyâ hunting wouldnât be a bad idea next time.
When he looked out the window, Leyla was there. She worked in the rose garden, quietly helping the gardener with his job.
Matthias chuckled as he turned away from the window.
Claudine graciously conveyed her thanks. Her sitting-friend also thanked Leyla with a slight smile.
Leyla bent respectfully and clasped her white palms together. The grass had stained her fingers as she plucked the flowers. Furthermore, the rose thorns had pierced her fingers, leaving several bloodstained bruises too.
âNow I willâŠâŠâ
#1 AI Image Generator
Discover Now!
Generated By AI
Made with 'poster(JP) - æ„ćŒæ”·æ„ v1.0' Model
âCan you cut off that red rose as well? A bouquet is enough.â
Claudine cut her off mid-sentence. She gestured to Leyla to turn around and looked at the gardenâs flower field, brimming with vibrantly colored red roses in full bloom.
Leyla retook her basket and scissors, obediently carried out her orders as always.
Claudine silently watched her distant back. She found Leyla while strolling through the garden with a friend who had paid a visit to the Arvis manor. That orphan girl was working hard today to help the gardener after being gone for several days.
Claudine then canceled their tea date and suggested to her friend, Emily, to arrange the flowers instead.
Emily enthusiastically agreed and under the vine rose-covered pergola the maids prepared the flower arrangements for the two ladies.
After that, Claudine dispatched a maid to call Leyla. They had been like this since they were children. Whenever Claudine made a flower arrangement under the pergola, Leyla Lewellinâs job was to get the roses she needed.
Leyla wasnât good enough to be Claudineâs playmate, but she was very good at doing errands.
Claudine would sometimes call her on days when she was bored, only to say a few words.
âThat girl behaves very politely, but she has an arrogant air,â Emily said, pouting her lips while watching Leyla. âHow should I put it âŠ. She doesnât seem to know where she belongs.â
âDonât be like that, Emily. Leyla is a pitiful child.â Claudine frowned slightly and cut off the rose branches with the scissors Leyla had given her. âFor sure, she has shortcomings, but letâs still be tolerant of her.â
Claudineâs words made Emily laugh, âWell. Arenât you overly kind to your attendant?â
âAn attendee who diligently performs their roles should be respected.â
Claudineâs voice became lower and softer. She placed the flowers one by one in the blue porcelain vase after trimming them.
Leyla returned shortly after with a bouquet of red roses. She bowed politely to them once again and put the roses on the table.
Claudine stopped her hands and looked at her. Emilyâs criticism of Leyla seemed accurate. She had interacted with the child for a long time now and somehow she agreed with Emilyâs words.
#1 AI Image Generator
Start Creating Now
Generated By AI
Made with 'Max Caulfield | Life is Strange LoRA 1.0' Model
Claudine honestly didnât get why Emily could give such a critique about Leyla.
Leyla Lewellinâs docile manner seemed to be derived from her indifferent attitude. Many famous noble daughters wished to be friends with Claudine, whereas Leyla lacked enthusiasm and wasnât happy whenever Claudine was around her. She never bothered to make herself presentable in front of Claudine and she never flattered her either.
In a nutshell, Leyla was the type of person who endured and obediently followed orders.
Claudine wasnât used to being overlooked by anyone. She felt belittled that an orphan had treated her with such indifference.
Claudine smiled kindly. Leyla took a step back as she bent, and the maid approached her from a short distance away.
Claudine had been looking forward to this moment the most. The moment when Leylaâs true feelings were seen through her eyes, in the same way, she did when she was awarded a gold coin.
Even after all these years, Leyla couldnât keep her cool when given the gold coin. Claudine was pleased when Leylaâs hand, which held the gold coin, trembled like grasping a hot potato.
To top it off, Claudine was planning to give her another present. A party invitation, which would give a wonderful experience for that poor girl.
âAre you giving this to me?â Leyla looked flustered; her eyes grew wider when she received an invitation from the same maid who had given her the gold coin.
âYes. I had asked the two duchesses for permission and they allowed it.â
âI really want you to come, Leyla.â
Claudine smiled as he interrupted Leylaâs words a second time. But her bright smile made Leylaâs complexion look even paler.
âIâm sure you wonât turn down my invitation.â
After talking with Leyla as if she were a long-time childhood friend, Claudine took her eyes away from her.
âI have to tame that obstinate child before I become Duchess of Arvis.â
#1 AI Image Generator
Discover Now!
Generated By AI
Made with 'Fruit Fusion ver. 1.o FR2' Model
Claudine made up her mind as she trimmed the bunch of red roses on the table and skillfully decorated the floral vase with exquisite beauty.