.. I poured the (now-prepared) Eros potion into the the flagon. Yes, I was truly unusual. A wife who prepares love potion to help her own husband - a devil - find himself girls who can satisfy his needs.
"My lady?"said Emily, my maid. A pretty, young Scottish girl.
"I have the flagon ready, Emily." I said, turning round to see her standing in the kitchen doorway, "Here, take it to your master."
"My lady," said Emily, lowering her gaze and twisting the hem of her apron, "Master insists that you take the flagon up to him. He's getting ready in the bed chamber."
"Very well, then." I said, sighing, "You are dismissed. Get yourself up to bed."
She bowed and left.
To call this house a mansion is an understatement but it wasn't a exactly a castle, either. Grand, yes. But desolate and aloof. A place of misery and sorrow..
I climbed the wide staircase and turned left to see the door of the bedchamber open-wide. The devil had no sense or shame at all. Why can't he close his door while changing?
"My lord?" I said, entering the beautiful bedchamber. He was standing beside the grand oak dressing table smiling at his reflection on the mirror.
"Ah, dearling." said Than, "thank you so much. How do I look?"
I had to raise my eyebrows at that, "You need to ask that, my lord? I think the mirror says it all."
"But," said Than, turning his back on the mirror and facing me, "I want to know your opinion, Catherine."
"Very handsome," said I. He was a devil but a extremely handsome one. If it wasn't for his surliness, he wouldn't have needed the Eros to make the girls surrender to his will. The black suit cldn't disguise the powerful muscles beaneath it. The ocean blue eyes and the auburn hair was sure a compliment.
A knock on the bedchamber door startled her out of her observation, "My lord," it was Andrew, the Butcher, "The carriage is waiting for you outside."
"Take care of your lady, Andrew." said Than, took the flagon out of my hand and walked out of the door...