Young Master Damien's Pet

The event that took place this evening was equal to someone dying all over again and Alexander held the plant too dear to him. When they grew up he had fenced it enough to make sure no one would ever come to touch it. Only after a few years did the fence come out.

"You must be confused…" upon Lord Alexander's words, Penny pursed her lips.

"Damien said why the roses are dear to you."

"It seems like my cousin doesn't hide things from you," commented Alexander and finally Damien cracked a smile which came from the corner of his lips. He was sure his cousin was only being sarcastic about it. People like Alexander and Damien had many secrets, secrets that were hidden in their shadows and souls.

Penny, on the other hand, was glad to hear it, to have Damien inform her about things without holding back, "Can I touch the plant?" she asked for his permission. With the state the plants were right now, she doubted it could be regrown like before in a natural way. The maid had made sure to damage it well enough so that it would never grow again.

Alexander noticed the flask she held in her hand, offering her a small nod. He made s.p.a.ce for her so that she could look at the plants. Standing up, he finally looked at her picking up the plant and sorting them out without them being jumbled. The stems at the bottom and the flowers at the top.

One she was done picking most of the good ones, she moved closer to the mud which had come out fresh from beneath the surface due to the pull. Using her hands, she started to dig and move the mud before placing the good stems back in there where it belonged. She could her hand tingle every time she moved the mind, making her wonder if it was the ashes of the late lady which caused this effect on her skin right now.

Picking up the flask, she poured the liquid on top of the surface which she had only dug and closed. She then turned her head around,

"Could you both stand behind me and make sure no one is seeing," the last thing they needed was one of the servants of the mansion to go around telling others in the mansion and outside the mansion about a witch who was living under the roof of Delcrov's mansion.

Damien and Alexander's height was enough to have her covered which would avoid bringing any attention right now.

Placing both her hands on the ground, she started the spells. Both the men noticed how Penny wasn't making use of the books to help her read the spells. She was fluently uttering the spells and in time the plant which she had dug started to regrow. Turning it bigger and wider as it took up s.p.a.ce on the land. First bringing the leaves and then bringing the buds after which the buds turned bigger to bloom out with bright blue roses. It was in better shape than before but Penny didn't stop it there. She continued for the liquid to move from one plant to another in the garden, bringing life to the dead ones which would be removed tomorrow.

Letting go of her hands from the ground, she moved away to admire the roses before turning her head over her shoulders to ask Lord Alexander,

"Is this alright?"

"I think it looks fantastic," Damien commented, to have the roses back in the place that looked much better than before, Penny had done a really good job.

"Thank you for restoring the plant to its original state, Penelope," Lord Alexander thanked her. For the very first time, his head bowed in front of someone who wasn't his parents. Blue roses weren't something that could be grown in Valeria, it mostly didn't exist here in this part of the land.

"It is because of your mother's books I was able to do it," she reminded, to see him nod.

Alexander bent down, his hand reaching out to the roses without plucking it out.

Penny saw how Alexander touched the petals of the flower, running his finger without much pressure. She went to stand next to Damien whose hand moved around her shoulder and he kissed the side of her temple,

"You did a good job, mouse. So proud of you," Damien didn't bother to whisper and he said it loud enough that even a person who would be standing at the entrance of the mansion would be able to hear the praise that he had for Penelope.

In return, Penny smiled. Happy to have done something useful and to have not wasted the books and the potions she had found.

"How did you use the spells?" Damien asked her, the question which even Lord Alexander had in mind. The man stood back up after admiring the roses which were grown on top of his mother's ashes.

"You must be a really quick learner. It is a shame that you won't be able to join the council else we could have made use of that talent." historical

"Alex," Damien warned, not wanting to rekindle the hope in Penny's mind so that she would go back to wanting to work in the council for the better cause of the people.

"I was only saying. Of course, my words continue to stand that it is better that she doesn't join. It is best for both of you," Alexander answered his cousin not wanting any misunderstanding over the matter.

"Actually it isn't me, it is the spells," Penny cleared the air before both the men would set her at the top of the pedestal, "The book of spells has a mystery of their own. If you read it once you won't know. Not even five times but after that, you will notice the patterns. These patterns have their own magic, a spell which isn't direct but placed in utmost secrecy."

"Looks like aunt was looking for a prodigy and here's one right in front of us," Damien continued to admire Penny making her blush.

She waved her hand, ignoring Damien's words, she said, "There are some inscriptions. These allow you to infuse yourself with the spells that are in there, turning your very body to a written book," the men gave her a look trying to grasp exactly what she was saying.

"Do you mean mind or the skin?" Alexander asked her.

Damien's eyebrows rose, "Wait a minute. There was a body that Murkh found, it had inscriptions. When he opened the body up, there was nothing he could find but when he pulled out the skin from the muscles of the body, there was a language that was unknown to others. It was written on the other side of the skin."

"I remember that case," Alexander chipped in, "It must have been during the first month of your council work. The case was concluded to be a black witch's body as they had never seen anything like that before. If I am not wrong, Murkh must still be preserving the body in there."