"John, I've got it!" Belle muttered as he tried to hold her arms like she was a three year old. "Your legs are still weak, Belle. I can see your ankles shaking," John sighed, moving her long strands of hair away from her face. She looked to him with her golden eyes, but he could tell she wasn't the same anymore. Ever since he'd brought her back to his home, she'd been...colder. She had less life -- that much was visible in her eyes. Their golden color was pale -- the vibrant gold now only a pastel brown. She sighed and looked away from him.
The doorbell rang soon after. One of the maids hurried to get it and then hurried back to the living area where John and Belle were. "Lord Rolfe, you have a visitor," She said gently. "And who would that be?" John asked, arching a brow. "Sir Rider, my Lord," She said lightly. Belle gasped quietly to herself, her eyes flashing a bit brighter before she remembered what John had told her. He doesn't want to see you anymore, Belle. He told me to take you and keep you away from him. Belle frowned and looked down, her skin paling at the thought of seeing him.
The doorbell rang soon after. One of the maids hurried to get it and then hurried back to the living area where John and Belle were. "Lord Rolfe, you have a visitor," She said gently. "And who would that be?" John asked, arching a brow. "Sir Rider, my Lord," She said lightly. Belle gasped quietly to herself, her eyes flashing a bit brighter before she remembered what John had told her. He doesn't want to see you anymore, Belle. He told me to take you and keep you away from him. Belle frowned and looked down, her skin paling at the thought of seeing him.