#bathory ferid

"Brush my hair more," he demanded.

"What do you say?" you asked.

"Please," he added.

You smiled softly and brought the brush back up to his hair. "Good boy."

He was wearing a pretty, white nightgown and you wore a pretty, pink one. He was a prettier girl than you with his long hair and pretty eyelashes.

He turned around, wrapping his arms around your stomach. You paused in your movements for a moment before resuming the task of brushing his hair.

He looked up at you and you stopped brushing his hair. Instead, you tucked his bangs to the sides with your hand.

"You're not going to bore me, are you, Y/N?" he questioned, looking up at you with glittering eyes.

"No, I'm not," you reassured. "I know you don't like boring things."

He softly smiled. "That's right. I don't."

You leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Are you satisfied with your hair tonight?"

He brought one hand up to brush through his hair. There were no tangles in it at all, but he expected that.

Even though you were a noble, you always washed, dried, and brushed his hair for him. You enjoyed doing so. Touching his hair was a stress reliever for you.

He stood up from the chair, towering over you as his hands rested on your waist. You looked up at him and smiled softly.

The only light in the room was from a singular candle. The light from the flames wavered.

"Shall we rest?" you questioned.

He nodded, picking you up bridal style and walking you to the bed. He gently placed you down onto the bed.

Before establishing a relationship with each other, you both rested in your respective coffins, but now you chose a large bed in order to be side by side.

Neither of you required sleep, but the feeling of laying down and talking quietly was nice and calming.

Ferid held your hand and stared at you from the side. You glanced at him and brought your free hand to your face.

"Is there something on my face?" you asked.

"No, you're simply pretty," he answered.

"Not as pretty as you."

He grinned and rolled over to tower over you. "How pretty am I?"

You reached your hand up to caress his cheek. "The prettiest person I've ever laid eyes on. With skin so soft and fair, eyes as red as blood, and sharp fangs—" In a flash, he was pressed beneath you as you towered over him. "—that can pierce through anything. As pretty as a princess."

"Don't bore me tonight, Y/N," he said, craning his neck for you.

Your eyes flashed in the dark. "I won't."