The room gradually empties, the two elder brothers off first followed by Amano and even the servants who had been standing by all this time began cleaning the table and filing out leaving just him and the mother who seemed a slight bit tipsy already. Whether or not that made things any easier for him he wasn't sure, he laid the tray upon the table and began collecting the wine glasses, brandy glasses and the cup and saucer Amano had used onto the tray. When suitably alone Illiendi's voice came warm and flowing through the small space between them. "I hope my lady did not mind my forwardness earlier, you just seemed so lonely, such a beautiful woman such as yourself should not know the meaning of lonely." He finished gathering the items upon the table and when a servant came out to check that the table was suitably cleared they were signaled to take it and grudgingly did so. 

Illiendi then set to pinching out the candles and was interrupted by a small voice, "I was not offended." Said the woman still seated at the table, still gently cupping the roses bloom in her fair fingers. Illiendi offered her a gentle smile and it seemed that was all it took for the woman to speak a little louder. "In fact, it is appreciated. I spend too many nights here alone, feeling like part of the furniture." She gave a slight sigh to which Illiendi offered a faint frown, "You? Part of the furniture, you are the most radiant jewel in this household, begging your pardon if such is too forward of someone of my station but any man should feel blessed to have such a woman at his side and treat her like the rare and precious thing she is." She blushed, it spread across her cheeks like a burn and she briefly lowered her head, so that was where Amano got that habit from? "Thank you." She uttered in that same quiet tone that reminded him so strongly of Amano's own shyness. 

The lady could not, despite her desire, sit in that room much longer and keep an air of dignity to her and so she began to move, the new servant slipping behind her chair and helping to ease it out. When had she become so easy to woo? When her husband had stopped trying and spent more time with his 'business' than with her she didn't doubt. Still, she had taken oaths and promises when she had wed him and while he may not keep them she was going to keep hers. As she rose from the chair however she staggered, suddenly light headed and fearing a faint, a pair of warm arms were immediately around her, steadying her and a warm, strong chest behind her head. "My Lady?" The voice called, exotic and warm like the tea he'd served earlier that night. "Are you well?" Every part of her new better than to enjoy the feel, of those strong hands that clasped her as gentle as a doves and that warm chest that offered comfort and support but she could not help but feel lost in the moment and savour the feeling perhaps a second longer than she ought to. "I am okay, just a little light headed from the wine." She assured, fingers clasping for the rose only to be mortified she'd dropped it. 

Illiendi waited for Chesia to seem stable enough and then with one arm still holding her he bent and scooped up the rose, breaking the stem shorter so he could lightly tuck it behind her ear. "I think My Lady needs a bout of fresh air, the gardens perhaps? No doubt the sweet fragrance of the flowers will revive you as well as the cool night air." Chesia gave a nod and followed up with, "Do you mind helping me to the garden, I still feel a little faint." It was a partial lie, she felt a little weak but otherwise was fine, she hadn't even really comprehended what she had said until the words had left her mouth, now no longer able to take them back. A brief hint of embarrassment flooded through her and she was about to apologize and blame it on the wine when that warm voice said, "As you wish My Lady." A brief flood of excitement flooded her as if she were but a young girl once again but she ignored it as much as she could, it was highly inappropriate what she was doing but fainting on the dining room table was more so. 

With one arm used to support the lady Chesia's own and the other lightly about her waist Illiendi escorted Amano's mother out into the gardens, the night had a beautiful part moon and was relatively cloudless, casting great shadows and playing with beautiful lonely light across the bushes and flowers in the grounds. He felt the woman breath a gentle sigh beside him, clearly the garden must be a favourite place of hers, as they descended from the walkway and onto the soft grass she leaned a little more against him, perhaps unknown even to her at the time. They took a slow walk around the rose bushes, no doubt of differing hues and well manicured by whichever gardener they had hired to keep their grounds looking good. A small stone seat, made for one, two if they were pressed close to one another, obscured from the house by the rows of rose bushes and it was here their slow meandering stopped. "I would like to sit for a while." Chesia uttered and llliendi released her long enough to remove his coat - to her confusion- and slip it across the stone seat. She smiled when she realised he was saving her from getting a chill and more so when he aided her to sit upon his jacket and the stone. "Thank you." 

Illinedi lowered himself to one knee upon the grass beside her and watched her eyes dart with that mixture of lust, excitement, confusion and a smidgen of disappointment as she realised he was not going to sit beside her. "I am sorry to call you so far away from Amano..."
"Do not apologise [b]My Lady[/b] he asked me to serve you all equally and will understand." He watched her shiver at the way he spoke her honorifics, the same way Amano did when he used the term on him. No wonder the two were so close, they were so very similar both in looks and mannerisms. 
"I must confess." The Lady spoke and his musings over genetic's fell dormant so he could pay attention to the slight stammer in the Lady's voice. "I...I have enjoyed your company this evening. It has been a breath of fresh air to the house, Amano has never seemed so confident, I've always noticed how his brothers teasing upsets him, sometimes he'd go to his room and I'd hear him cry. Though, don't tell him that. Tonight, with you there, it was as if he were a different person, it's as if he feels safe around you." The wine had clearly loosened her tongue for normally Chesia would not speak so freely to the help, especially new help but he listened and it made her feel important. 

His bright blue eyes gazed up at her with the reflection of the moon playing behind them causing them to dance with an almost silver light. His tanned skin looked so warm despite the milky pale light thrown down over him and his hair, that soft looking hair seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. "I am sorry... I am rambling...Though, I feel the same. Safe that is. I." The servant rose a hand and lightly pressed it to hers, lifting it with all the care he had the moment they met and dropping a kiss to the back of her knuckles again. It sent a jolt of excitement spreading from her hand through her heart and to her loins, the first stirrings of desire in what felt like years beginning to manifest themselves but ultimately she ached for more. Usually such actions would be contained and ignored, she'd chastise herself for feeling so foolish around a servant and send herself to bed. However the wine had loosened her hold on her composure and the servant was like no one she'd ever met before, she wanted to touch his hair, feel his skin against her own, feel his hands roaming her body and his lips against hers. She wanted to feel him inside her, to feel her and make her feel young and beautiful again while whispering her name in her ear. So she could not but help to turn the hand he held so softly and cup his cheek, running his thumb across his smooth skin which was as warm as hi hands, a blush crept into her cheeks but she did not dare stop and so her fingers slipped up into the servants hair which felt as soft as cat's fur, silken and free of tangles. 

Illinedi leaned into the touch as she began to finally explore his skin and hair with her trembling fingers, "[b]My Lady[/b] I a glad you feel that way about me, it makes me proud to know I am serving my master and his household well." Chesia looked at the butler and bit her lip lightly, a nervous expression written on her face. "I am sorry."
"You do not need to apologise." The servant replied.
"Kiss me." Chesia whispered, a desperation to her tone that hinted at a need for the affection rather than simple desire. Illiendi made sure to look confused by the order but internally he was grinning, taking her hand he gently kissed the back of it. "No." Chesia sighed, turning her hand over and exposing her wrist. "There." Illinedi hesitated, glanced to the woman and then leaned in to press his lips against the soft flesh of her wrist, his warm soft lips sending another jolt through her body which only made her need him more. "Higher." She uttered lifting the sleeve to reveal her lily white forearm. 
"My Lady that is..."
"You said you would serve us, right Illiendi?" 
"Yes My Lady."
"Then Higher." Illiendi held Chesia's wrist and pressed a kiss to the middle of her forearm, where upon Chesia emitted a delicate sound of pleasure. "My shoe lace is undone." She announced, watching as Illiendi released her wrist and dropped to her skirts. Never had Chesia acted so brashly, not since her youthful days and the first year of marriage but the wine was in her head now and the slow, creeping desire burning in her gave her a confidence she would not usually have. She lifted her skirt enough to flash her delicate ankles, lily white as with her arms and she whispered, half excited and half terrified. "Kiss me." Lifting her foot just slightly so he would have to take hold of it. 

To her surprise he did and placed it upon his bent knee so he might lean in, hesitate and finally press a delicate kiss to her ankle, whereupon she lifted her skirt more, she didn't need to utter a command as Illiendi pressed a kiss to her calm muscle, her shin and finally her knee. It was there she stopped, her senses briefly returning and a flooding wave of guilt and shame coursing through her body, what was she doing? She was a married woman and certainly not like her husband. Tears threatened to sting her eyes and she was about to order Illiendi to stop when a gentle thumb brushed at her eyes and uttered a soft. "Hush now My Lady." His face mere inches from hers and those bright eyes once more upon her face, "I am sorry if I offended, I shall take my leave. I over stepped my boundaries." The idea of him leaving was more terrible than she could bare, she had a feeling of warmth in her loins she hadn't had in years and while she could always sort it out herself it was ultimately unsatisfying and left her feeling lonelier than before. 

Chesia intended to ask him to stay, she intended to apologise for her behaviour and ask they never speak of this to anyone, she intended to gather her composure and hope her husband returned wanting in the morning so she could let him ride her like the pig he was. Instead of any of this she grabbed his shirt by the collar and pulled herself in to kiss him, he tasted divine, like honey and spices as exotic as his accent, his lips were so soft compared to her husbands. When she urged his lips to part they did so, though not to try and suffocate her with a sloppy ill placed kiss but to dance his tongue against hers letting her lead all the while. She broke the kiss only long enough to utter the most desperate, pathetic request she ever had as tears ran across her cheeks. "Illiendi make me feel pretty again. Please." 
"If my lady wis--"
"Chesia, tonight call me Chesia. I wish it, I wish it." Whimpered the poor deprived woman and Illiendi wrapped an arm about her back, standing so he was stooped over her and pressed his lips back against hers as his other hand brushed away the tears on her cheek.

The garden was still and quiet save two bodies hidden by a maze of rose bushes that danced together in the moonlight for hours, until the night was fully arrived and the sky as dark as the hair on Illiendi's head. Chesia had never felt so alive and while shame lurked at the back of her mind she felt satisfied, fully and utterly, for the first time since before her sons were born. She felt sore and achy in a way she forgot she could and she felt beautiful. Illiendi kissed her breasts one more time before kissing her lips and whispering, "I must away, lest I am missed." Fixing his shirt, Chesia almost begged him to stay, to not break the illusion but she too knew better and fixed her own clothes and hair. 
"T-thank you Illiendi."
"You are a beautiful woman Chesia, thank you."

With a final kiss Illiendi left Chesia in the garden to compose herself and head back to the house and Amano's room to await his master.