PeaDor!
With only about two weeks at the castle, Dorcas would have thought she’d have learned to navigate it by now. She was a fast learner, but this fuck-off living environment was something else.
Though, it wasn’t just in size, but the whole setting itself – the lighting, the walls, the décor, they just caught her attention, she found herself wandering for the sheer purpose of examining what was around her. She turned around, following the pattern on the ceiling as she walked backwards. The footsteps behind her were completely inaudible, and she didn’t realize she had company till she almost fell forward from a collision.
As quick as she could, Dorcas spun around, stumbling slightly and pushed her hair out of her eyes. “I’m… I’m so sorry!”
“Wow. Please don’t be.”
Dorcas blinked and tilted her head at the bloke who held her by the upper arms, apparently, the reason she didn’t fall on her face when she stumbled. “I’m… excuse me?”
He smiled. “Dorcas, isn’t it? Among all the things I’ve heard about you from Angus, there’s still some things that still needed to be discussed. I’m Peadar. Looking for the dining room?”
“Hi,” she started, returning the smile. She couldn’t not. It was quite contagious. And she could only guess what he meant by some things, with the way she caught his eyes give her a subtle once-over. “I… suppose I am. Time for dinner, isn’t it?”
Peadar held out his elbow for her to take. “I’ll lead you there, Dorcas. Or really, any place you want me to take you.”