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Location: The Tower of Midnight; the Castle of Illusion
I stayed in the tower, not actually knowing what was expected of me. Not that I know the rules of kidnapping someone, but one would assume you don't let them wander about freely. I sat on the bed, hating what I was wearing; this virginal white dress that was in reality just a shroud of chains. I shivered, the coldness of my own thoughts getting to me.
"Miss?" came a knock at the door. The voice startled me, making me jump off the bed.
"Miss, are you okay?" I nodded slowly, then shook my head.
"Do you even have any idea what's happening?"
"Master wants to meet with," the maid came over.
"What is your master like?" I trembled.
"He is a man that if you get on the wrong side of it is likely to be the last thing you do. But of his lot, he is by far the kindest."
"Where is he from?"
"All of the occupants of this castle apart from you have made their home in the Land of the Silver moon."
"The Silver Moon, is that land not far away?"
"So very far away is home."
"I know nought about your land."
"Nor I yours, despite how it is now next door."
"What do you think to your master?"
"I'd rather not impression you more than I already have. Now Master wants to meet with you, which means we need to get you cleaned up." I nodded dumbly, letting her take me by the hand.

Location: Base of the Midnight Tower; the Castle of Illusion
He stopped as he saw the door, his head cocking and a smile coming to his lips. Slinking round the door Xilef padded up the stairs. As he came to another door he wrinkled his whiskers, checking the space hen slipped on through.

I was thankful that this corset was not tied as tight as the last, I could breathe with ease. The maid's name was Erica, and she was in the middle of brushing my hair.
"Master hasn't said, but what is your name?"
"I would rather not say."
"Don't worry, I won't be prejudiced, that is one thing we have learnt not to be in the Silver Moon."
"Well if you do so wish to know, I am Princess Amerisa of the White Morn, and I was to be married to Prince Aizentine of the Fiery Dusk."
"Forget what I said, I will be prejudiced, but towards my Master. He has some nerve, but sometimes I wonder if his innocent mind comprehends the complexities of his actions. Did you love?"
"No, I'd only just met him at the altar."
"My Master stole you from your own wedding?" she stopped mid-brush.
"Aye, that he did, and in truth I am half grateful. Though there are now other matters that burden my heart."
"By what do you mean?"
"The marriage was set to organise a peace between our two countries. With this now broke, I fear that war will resume. The death of my people is the last thing I want. The only person who did not wish it to be was my brother, and I would agree with him but at times such sacrifices of self must be made."
"Meow." Both of us looked down at the blue cat, and in my mind the spark of recognition lit as I remembered him from the events of this last week. Erica went to the cat and picked him up.
"You're ready to meet with Master, but if I might be so brave as to offer one piece of advice, not all in a castle of illusion is as it seems. Someone will meet you at the bottom of the stairs."

Once the girl had gone Xilef turned on the maid, restoring himself to demon form.
"You're not going to tell her what I am," he held her tongue between two claws, "And you're not going to tell anyone else, especially Lucifer. You got that?" She nodded slowly, and he let go of her tongue.
"If Master asks me directly I have to answer him. But mark my words sire Xilef, I will use every chance to get rid of you from this room."
"And I'll keep coming back, however many times you throw me out of a window," he beamed, his paw touching her cheek. His eyes flicked brighter, his smile broadening.
"You're jealous aren't you?"
"No," she blushed, trying to look away but his claws stopped her.
"You liked watching me sleep didn't you?"
"Maybe," she bit her lip softly, the red in her cheeks deepening.
"No, you're lying," he let her go then shrugged off his waistcoat like shirt then messed up his hair, "This is what you like isn't it?" By the redness of her face he could tell that this was the truth. Going to the bed he laid down on his back,
"Wanna' rub my belly?" he tugged his shorts down slightly. He sat back up as she dropped. Shrugging his shoulders he jumped off the bed.
"Wow, you actually fainted," he put his shirt back on then changed back into cat. With his nose he nuzzled just under her ear, then curled up to sleep.

I had half expected to find Luc waiting at the bottom of the stairs, but it was another maid. Remembering the view from the window I did start to wonder just how many servants were in this pace, and that unless they were assigned to a constant job I was unlikely to see the same one twice. This maid said nothing, so I just followed her. Getting to a large set of double doors she stopped and opened them. I stepped on through, half wondering where I was. The doors shut behind me, and I turned to look at the sealed doors. My head dropped slightly, and I turned back to the room. It was absolutely massive, a hall larger than I had ever seen. At the far end was a grand piano. Someone was playing it, but I could not see who. I took a small step, reminding myself that I was something in this vast emptiness. Standing still again I listened to the music being played, it was like some soft lullaby, but not quite. The music was smooth, the notes flowing into each other, absolutely no mistakes were being made. In the centre of the room was a table, two chairs set by it. Going to the table I looked down, set on one empty plate was a letter. Picking it up I opened it, admiring the handwriting rather than reading the actual words. My eyes scanned back to the start and I read,

'Greetings Princess,
I apologise for my lateness. Please be seated.'

So I sat, curling my legs about the left leg of the chair, my dress only just allowed it. I sat there, elbows on the table and chin on my wrists, letting the music wash over me. After some time I turned so my attention was fixated on the pianist. Despite the fact I could not see him I could imagine his fingers flowing over those keys like a gentle brook over a pebble. How the outside showed calmness and serenity, while underneath the water rushes on with passion, smoothing even the roughest of rocks. As I imagined further, I saw his eyes were either hooded or closed, knowing where each key was as if it were another part of him. And in my mind there were no scores, he played all this by either instinct or memory. The music kept on playing, rolling out of the piano, out of that sleek black instrument. I shut my eyes, trying to put a picture to the music, but it didn't come. What came instead were strings of a sunshine yellow, threading between each other as it moved across the darkness of my mind. I felt the gentle smile on my lips, but it faltered for a second as I felt someone's presence. This presence, it felt so strong. Under it the breath in my throat stiffened slightly, and the heart in my breast seemed to beat louder, overpowering the music. I opened my eyes, knowing this man was behind me. Without having to turn I knew this was the master of the castle.
"Yet again, I've found you," he whispered softly in my ear.

Description
Location: The Tower of Midnight; the Castle of Illusion
I stayed in the tower, not actually knowing what was expected of me. Not that I know the rules of kidnapping someone, but one would assume you don't let them wander about freely. I sat on the bed, hating what I was wearing; this virginal white dress that was in reality just a shroud of chains. I shivered, the coldness of my own thoughts getting to me.
"Miss?" came a knock at the door. The voice startled me, making me jump off the bed.
"Miss, are you okay?" I nodded slowly, then shook my head.
"Do you even have any idea what's happening?"
"Master wants to meet with," the maid came over.
"What is your master like?" I trembled.
"He is a man that if you get on the wrong side of it is likely to be the last thing you do. But of his lot, he is by far the kindest."
"Where is he from?"
"All of the occupants of this castle apart from you have made their home in the Land of the Silver moon."
"The Silver Moon, is that land not far away?"
"So very far away is home."
"I know nought about your land."
"Nor I yours, despite how it is now next door."
"What do you think to your master?"
"I'd rather not impression you more than I already have. Now Master wants to meet with you, which means we need to get you cleaned up." I nodded dumbly, letting her take me by the hand.

Location: Base of the Midnight Tower; the Castle of Illusion
He stopped as he saw the door, his head cocking and a smile coming to his lips. Slinking round the door Xilef padded up the stairs. As he came to another door he wrinkled his whiskers, checking the space hen slipped on through.

I was thankful that this corset was not tied as tight as the last, I could breathe with ease. The maid's name was Erica, and she was in the middle of brushing my hair.
"Master hasn't said, but what is your name?"
"I would rather not say."
"Don't worry, I won't be prejudiced, that is one thing we have learnt not to be in the Silver Moon."
"Well if you do so wish to know, I am Princess Amerisa of the White Morn, and I was to be married to Prince Aizentine of the Fiery Dusk."
"Forget what I said, I will be prejudiced, but towards my Master. He has some nerve, but sometimes I wonder if his innocent mind comprehends the complexities of his actions. Did you love?"
"No, I'd only just met him at the altar."
"My Master stole you from your own wedding?" she stopped mid-brush.
"Aye, that he did, and in truth I am half grateful. Though there are now other matters that burden my heart."
"By what do you mean?"
"The marriage was set to organise a peace between our two countries. With this now broke, I fear that war will resume. The death of my people is the last thing I want. The only person who did not wish it to be was my brother, and I would agree with him but at times such sacrifices of self must be made."
"Meow." Both of us looked down at the blue cat, and in my mind the spark of recognition lit as I remembered him from the events of this last week. Erica went to the cat and picked him up.
"You're ready to meet with Master, but if I might be so brave as to offer one piece of advice, not all in a castle of illusion is as it seems. Someone will meet you at the bottom of the stairs."

Once the girl had gone Xilef turned on the maid, restoring himself to demon form.
"You're not going to tell her what I am," he held her tongue between two claws, "And you're not going to tell anyone else, especially Lucifer. You got that?" She nodded slowly, and he let go of her tongue.
"If Master asks me directly I have to answer him. But mark my words sire Xilef, I will use every chance to get rid of you from this room."
"And I'll keep coming back, however many times you throw me out of a window," he beamed, his paw touching her cheek. His eyes flicked brighter, his smile broadening.
"You're jealous aren't you?"
"No," she blushed, trying to look away but his claws stopped her.
"You liked watching me sleep didn't you?"
"Maybe," she bit her lip softly, the red in her cheeks deepening.
"No, you're lying," he let her go then shrugged off his waistcoat like shirt then messed up his hair, "This is what you like isn't it?" By the redness of her face he could tell that this was the truth. Going to the bed he laid down on his back,
"Wanna' rub my belly?" he tugged his shorts down slightly. He sat back up as she dropped. Shrugging his shoulders he jumped off the bed.
"Wow, you actually fainted," he put his shirt back on then changed back into cat. With his nose he nuzzled just under her ear, then curled up to sleep.

I had half expected to find Luc waiting at the bottom of the stairs, but it was another maid. Remembering the view from the window I did start to wonder just how many servants were in this pace, and that unless they were assigned to a constant job I was unlikely to see the same one twice. This maid said nothing, so I just followed her. Getting to a large set of double doors she stopped and opened them. I stepped on through, half wondering where I was. The doors shut behind me, and I turned to look at the sealed doors. My head dropped slightly, and I turned back to the room. It was absolutely massive, a hall larger than I had ever seen. At the far end was a grand piano. Someone was playing it, but I could not see who. I took a small step, reminding myself that I was something in this vast emptiness. Standing still again I listened to the music being played, it was like some soft lullaby, but not quite. The music was smooth, the notes flowing into each other, absolutely no mistakes were being made. In the centre of the room was a table, two chairs set by it. Going to the table I looked down, set on one empty plate was a letter. Picking it up I opened it, admiring the handwriting rather than reading the actual words. My eyes scanned back to the start and I read,

'Greetings Princess,
I apologise for my lateness. Please be seated.'

So I sat, curling my legs about the left leg of the chair, my dress only just allowed it. I sat there, elbows on the table and chin on my wrists, letting the music wash over me. After some time I turned so my attention was fixated on the pianist. Despite the fact I could not see him I could imagine his fingers flowing over those keys like a gentle brook over a pebble. How the outside showed calmness and serenity, while underneath the water rushes on with passion, smoothing even the roughest of rocks. As I imagined further, I saw his eyes were either hooded or closed, knowing where each key was as if it were another part of him. And in my mind there were no scores, he played all this by either instinct or memory. The music kept on playing, rolling out of the piano, out of that sleek black instrument. I shut my eyes, trying to put a picture to the music, but it didn't come. What came instead were strings of a sunshine yellow, threading between each other as it moved across the darkness of my mind. I felt the gentle smile on my lips, but it faltered for a second as I felt someone's presence. This presence, it felt so strong. Under it the breath in my throat stiffened slightly, and the heart in my breast seemed to beat louder, overpowering the music. I opened my eyes, knowing this man was behind me. Without having to turn I knew this was the master of the castle.
"Yet again, I've found you," he whispered softly in my ear.