A slapstick?
Blythe's face paled and lost the colour which can be noticed even under the dim lights of candles. What was she supposed to do when the Lord has ordered her to perform a comedy for them?
Lord Knight without a care wrapped his hands around Ella who was still sitting on his lap and started to nuzzle her soft red hair which was glowing like wild fire.
"I will give you few moments to think about your performance, Miss Garrick. Start preparing." Lord Knight announced making tears swirl in Blythe's eyes.
Ella, on the other side, was feeling awkward and sorry for Blythe who was having a hard time. She could neither get out of her husband's lap nor could talk out of him about Blythe. The eyes which were glaring at her just few moments ago were now drooped down with tears
