Isabelle
“I want someone to visit the Blush upon my cheek.” Margaret complained.
“You have your wish.” Isabelle noticed he was watching Margaret not herself from inside the entrance of the maze.
‘And why should she not get to experience it?’ Isabelle thought to herself as she hurried away with her hurt pride. ‘After all,’ she thought, ‘Margaret is in the spring of her youth. When the blood pumps fast and warm.’ Isabelle stopped at the corner near the second entrance of the maze.
“Those are lovely jewels adorning your friends neck.” He watched her jealousy turn into ease with his words. Thomas decided to play upon his new found power. “Kiss me now, in front of her. Or they become mine.” He leaned only slightly, he was sure this woman would not be so easily plied.
Isabelle stood stunned. The shock of his manner left her to wonder if he would truly keep his word. She looked into his eyes. The gleaming seriousness of them caused her to blush and avert her gaze.
“Alright then.” he straightened himself and walked away.
Suddenly the realization of what he was set in with Isabelle. ‘He is a Thief, and why wouldn’t he be? Skulking around in the middle of the night.’ She quickly turned to see the back of him.
Thomas could feel Isabelle’s gaze burning through the back of his cloak. He walked towards the young red haired beauty. “You put Spring to shame with your youthful beauty.” he took Margaret’s hand and kissed it lightly. He hastened to remove the heat from his back, “Accompany me Fair Beauty, perhaps together we might navigate this maze.” Thomas released her hand.
Margaret giggled, “Have you been through before?”
Thomas set his hand against his heart. “Alas, I seem to have returned here after being turned around.” In truth however Thomas had not only run the maze in it’s entirety, but knew it intimately. Every dead end was an opportunity, every twist and illusive turn an advantage. Just as a lover would know the hidden places in the maze, he knew it’s vulnerabilities as well. “Perhaps you might bring me luck, or if not, then at the very least the scenery will have greatly improved.”
Margaret’s eyes sparkled from his flattery.
Isabelle watched as Margaret and Thomas entered the maze. She could hear Margaret’s flirtatious laughter ring out as she entered. The feeling of jealousy began to grow within her