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Slave 12: Little Moment

Slave 12: Little Moment

Third Person’s Point of View

Lady Mariam and Behati reached the garden. While Behati was still cautious, her initial fear had subsided. “Look! Those are the blue roses! Let’s pick some and arrange them!” Lady Mariam exclaimed, her excitement palpable.

She couldn’t contain her enthusiasm as she pointed towards the vibrant blue roses. As Lady Mariam gently pulled Behati towards the bushes of blue roses, a maid approached them, handing her a wicker basket and two flower-cutting tools.

Lady Mariam demonstrated the delicate art of flower cutting, her movements gentle and precise. Behati watched her intently, her small hands mimicking Lady Mariam’s motions. As she carefully snipped the stems and placed the blooms in the basket, she felt a sense of tranquility wash over her.

Her eyes, usually filled with a cautious reserve, now held a glimmer of joy. Lady Mariam couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Behati, so engrossed in her task with her innocent charm and gentle spirit and her innocence and grace were captivating.

She was like a child, discovering the world, one step at a time. Though Behati didn’t smile, her eyes spoke volumes. Lady Mariam could see the spark of joy in her gaze, a clear indication that she was enjoying the simple pleasure of tending to the flowers.

It was in that moment that Lady Mariam realized that Behati was truly beginning to enjoy herself. When they had gathered enough roses, Lady Mariam led Behati to a place she had prepared for her, but it was quite far from the garden. That’s why Lady Mariam started to talk to lighten up the atmosphere.

“This is my mother’s garden,” Lady Mariam explained as they strolled through the vibrant expanse. “She adored flowers, especially roses, but she wasn’t fond of blue ones.” Behati tilted her head in curiosity, her question unspoken. Lady Mariam chuckled at her adorable reaction. ‘She’s curious’, “Isn’t it ironic? She disliked blue, yet her children were born with electric blue eyes, not to mention we inherited the color of our eyes from her.” Lady Mariam added with a playful yet sarcastic tone.

“But Mom and Dad are not here. They’re currently out of town,” Lady Mariam explained, “So it’s just me and my brother here at the packhouse.” She watched Behati, curious to see if the mention of her brother would spark any interest, her destined mate. However, Behati seemed uninterested, prompting a silent chuckle from Lady Mariam.

‘I wonder how my brother will react when he sees this.’ Lady Mariam mused, a mischievous glint in her eye. ‘Well, he deserves this, after all.’ She chuckled secretly and then glanced at Behati, who seemed oblivious to her thoughts, adorably looking around.

As they continued their walk, Lady Mariam reminded Behati, “Always remember that you’re free to roam the garden, but always stay with me or someone to avoid getting lost, okay? You’re still unfamiliar with this place.”

Behati didn’t give any reaction or answer, which Lady Mariam was already used to. Finally, they reached their destination, where a delightful picnic spread laid out on a pristine white tablecloth, set against the backdrop of a serene river, lush green grass, and a graceful weeping willow tree.

The picnic boasts a diverse array of culinary delights. Savory options include a variety of finger sandwiches, mini-burgers, and canapés adorned with smoked salmon, all artfully arranged on wooden boards and platters, and most especially, Behati’s favorite, oranges.

“Surprise!” Lady Mariam exclaimed, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I thought we could have a picnic by the river and arrange these flowers there.”

Behati’s eyes lit up with curiosity and excitement. It was clear that she was pleased with the surprise and Lady Mariam couldn’t help but smile, feeling a sense of satisfaction at bringing joy to Behati. The young woman had been through so much.

That’s why, for Lady Mariam, it was heartwarming to see her experience such simple pleasures. As they made their way to the riverbank, Lady Mariam couldn’t help but admire Behati’s quiet strength and resilience.

She had faced unimaginable horrors, yet she remained innocent and pure. It was her quality that Lady Mariam deeply admired. “What do you want to do first: eat or arrange these blue roses?” Lady Mariam asked, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

Behati tilted her head, a look of thoughtful consideration on her face. The way she pondered the question, so innocent and pure, made Lady Mariam’s heart melt and the lady couldn’t help but chuckle at her adorable expression.

“Isn’t she adorable?” Lady Mariam asked through mind link, a private thought shared with the maids who were discreetly observing them from a distance. Her tone sounded proud.

“Indeed, my lady,” the maids replied, their eyes fixed on Behati, and they, too, were captivated by her innocent charm. The maids couldn’t help but feel a growing curiosity about Behati.

Their lady’s constant praise of her innocence and adorableness had piqued their interest. They longed to meet the young woman who had captured their lady’s heart. However, they were also aware of Behati’s delicate condition and the need to approach her with care and respect.

Unbeknownst to them their conversation was not as private as they thought. Because Lady Mariam accidentally mind-linked those who are near them, too, especially the alpha himself, including all members of the Sentinels.

After a moment, Behati held up the blue roses. “Oh, so you want to arrange the flowers first?” Lady Mariam clarified, her voice filled with amusement. Behati nodded, a small smile gracing her lips, yet Lady Mariam was surprised by the sudden display of enthusiasm.

She had never seen Behati so animated. Her simple gesture filled Lady Mariam with joy. It was as if a ray of sunshine had broken through the clouds, illuminating the world around her. They began arranging the flowers and Lady Mariam patiently and gently taught Behati.

Behati worked with a gentle touch, her fingers carefully placing each flower. Lady Mariam watched her with a fond smile, noticing the way her eyes seemed to dance with the sunlight. It was a beautiful sight, one that filled her heart with warmth.

As they finished arranging the flowers, they sat down to enjoy their picnic. The gentle lapping of the river, the soft breeze, and the sweet scent of the roses created a serene atmosphere. Behati, who had once been a prisoner of fear and pain…

… was now experiencing the simple joys of life.

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