Bella was led to a room different than to the one she had come from. She didn't ask why or where she was being led. But just complied with the guard who had taken her from the other servant with directions of where to go. Bella hadn't caught the question as they had been talking outside whilst she had taken care of bodily functions. As she was led down the maze of corridors, each one filled with grand décor, Bella couldn't help but muse about how great the designer must have been.<br/>The guard whom was escorting her to the room stopped her as he knocked on the door, and then opened it without further instruction. The guard pulled her into the room, with an almost shove. Bowed to Lucien and closed the door behind him.<br/>Bella stood their silently awaiting instruction, looking at Lucien who was sat on the edge of the bed. Displaying his perfectly sculpted chest and back. His hair still damp from showering. Bella didn't say a word, but she had to admit he looked good.  The silence floated in the air. Being disturbed every so often from a crackle or pop which emanated from the fire which roared in the fireplace.