Lucien had never liked kitchens. He hated everything about them. The only person that makes him come here was his bird. This little creature that was smiling at him now.
No matter what she always had a smile on her lips. No matter how much he hurts her she always smile.
It reminded him of someone... Lucien frowned immediately, growling beneath his breath.
Elise sat quietly on the counter, her bare feet swinging slightly, her thin fingers wrapped around nothing, just watching him like he was the most interesting thing in the world. She couldn't believe her master Lucien was making tea for her.
Maybe this last days of her life would be beautiful after all. Maybe the stars decided to finally shine in her favour.
"What are you so interested?" he muttered, rolling up his sleeves.
Elise tilted her head, soft and curious. "You master Lucien. You're a work of art." she teased with a shy smile.
"I am?" Lucien asked as he started slicing the lemon.
