<span style="font-style: italic"> "Mmmm how I have missed you...." </span>The women from the lake soon broke from the kiss her hands slowly trailing down to his own and enlacing with his hand. He was so mesmerized by her that he hardly caught the next words that came out of her mout<span style="font-style: italic">h. "Come I think you could do with a midnight snack and well I myself am a bit peckish" </span>She smiled and with her hand he led her through the hall like a master leading a pet.<br/><br/>Not a word was spoken as she dragged him down the ever familiar hallway with similar doors to his left and right. At last they made it to the very door that he had stopped at before entering the grand hall. The large white wood doors groaned  in front of him and opened seeming to  hint at their size and weight. He has an odd feeling at how the doorâ€™s opened. But he wouldnâ€™t struggle with himself on that reasoning. Instead he shrugged it off like he did a lot of things.<br/><br/>He took note as he stepped inside the rather large room that there was a white marble table set up with enough chairs to sit 50 people easily. The chairs themselves were all high backed velvet chairs.  It almost reminded him of Alice in wonderland. But he bit back the thought since it definitely wasnâ€™t so. It was obvious also that the table was meant for dining because of the Candelabras that decorated the table.<br/><br/>Her hand was still intertwined with his and she led him to the farthest end from the doors as if to assure that he couldnâ€™t escape. She seemed to be standing in front of a chair at the head of the table almost looking as if she was waiting for him. He took that opportunity to walk towards her and pull out the chair gently. "There you go milady. A perfect seat for you." He smiled a little. It would be unlike him to not be a gentleman. It was as he turned to go to his own seat that he spotted a tiny man. The man seemed to have a dark cloth like a hood that hid his face from him. The man was hunched over and seemed to huddle over to the chair, and quickly pulled out his chair.<br/><br/>It was then that he spotted the wings the sprouted from the manâ€™s back. They were feathery white wings, and as the man set a napkin on his lap he noticed the manâ€™s face was fairly human. Yet he felt something was off about this man. The man reminded him a little of an angelâ€¦but a beautiful angelâ€¦just an angel. Maybe they werenâ€™t meant to be beautiful?<br/><br/>He watched as the man went over to the lady of the lake and set a napkin down on her lap as well. It occurred to him that he could of died, and that this white palace could be heaven. But something in his stomach jerked at the thought. He had been to bad to go to heaven right? On top of that the kiss had felt all too real. Like a man kissing a real women. He couldnâ€™t seem to wrap his head around the fact that he could possibly be dead. But then where was he?<br/><br/>Right then in the middle of his thinking he locked eyes with the man. The man had coal black eyes and seemed devoid of any emotion like a stone statue thatâ€™s face was just normal. Nothing more, nothing less. Though the man seemed oddly surprised when he made no move to run or fidget. But the manâ€™s face didnâ€™t change just the manâ€™s hands were slightly shaking as he poured the red wine in each glass. Then the man seemed to shudder and stand behind the lady of the lakeâ€™s chair as if she was his protection.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"So love what do you say we have ourselves a stuffed garlic quail? That is always one of your favorites, you know the one where the stuffing is made from the poor creatures own eggs. It is so savory and well no one can make it as good as our dear Bruno. Isn't that right Bruno?"</span>Those words almost made him shudder. Quail he never liked quail â€¦not one bit. It almost tasteless to him. Though he didnâ€™t show his disgust in the food just yet. He kept a rather even face hoping she wouldnâ€™t notice the change.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Mistress Oriana you flatter me so with your words. It pleases me to know that my cooking is thought so highly by you. Please allow me to go and prepare your meal while you talk with Master Jon, who has been gone from home for so long" </span>The beast/man seemed to bow at the lady of the lake then at him. He arched an eyebrow Oriana? The name sound oddly familiar but shoved the thought aside. He must not confuse this lady with someone he knew. Home? His mind seemed to fumble over the word like a bee buzzing right by a bee hive. It seemed like such an odd word to use. He was positive the place looked neither familiar, or recognizable but maybe his memory just wasnâ€™t as good these days.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Of course of course. Though try to hurry for I want my love to be at full strength for later"</span>She gave a playful wink as if the pair of them would be doing  something a little bit more than kissing later. Her name though still seemed to bother him. He held his composure and winked back at her just as playfully. Not trying to show the conflict he was having over her name.<br/><br/>He smiled a rather harsh smile. "Yes I need my strength for later love." That word seemed like poison seeping out of his mouth there was no way he could enjoy calling that women love. For some reason the feeling felt wrong. Yet the feeling was very there when they kissed. "Please I am getting rather hungry." His fingerâ€™s seemed to drum against the table in a melodic rhythm, and he managed to show a nice smile come across his face. Even though it was like was inside his head.