Frostvale Land Consortium Part 7

As the two maids cautiously pushed open the door to Liam's room, their eyes widened in surprise at the scene before them. Liam, with his tousled hair and rumpled bedsheets, lay sprawled across his bed, his bare chest rising and falling with each breath. Beside him, two of his friends lay in a tangled mess of limbs, their own shirtless forms illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

The maids gasped audibly, their hands flying to their mouths in shock. "Lawd have mercy!" exclaimed one of them, her voice a mix of horror and disbelief.

Startled by the sudden intrusion, Liam and his friends bolted upright, their faces flushed with embarrassment. "Who the heck are y'all?!" demanded Liam, his voice tinged with annoyance.

"We's...we's just here to clean, massa," stammered one of the maids, her words coming out in a hurried jumble.

Liam's eyes widened in panic as he realized the precariousness of their situation. "You can't tell nobody 'bout this, ya hear? Ain't nobody gotta know 'bout us," he pleaded, desperation evident in his voice.

The maids exchanged wary glances, unsure of how to respond to the unexpected request. After a tense moment of silence, one of them finally nodded in reluctant agreement. "A'ight, we won't say nuthin'," she muttered, her words barely audible.

Relieved, Liam let out a sigh of relief, the tension in his shoulders visibly easing. "Thank you, thank you," he muttered fervently, his gratitude palpable.

With a sense of urgency, the maids set about their cleaning tasks, their movements brisk and efficient as they tried to put the uncomfortable encounter behind them. As they worked, they exchanged furtive glances, their minds reeling with the shock of what they had just witnessed.

Once the room was tidied to their satisfaction, the maids made a hasty retreat, their footsteps echoing loudly in the hallway as they hurried away from the scene of the unexpected encounter.

Liam's heart pounded in his chest as he recounted the events of the morning to his two companions, Ethan and Jack, their faces mirroring his own mix of fear and uncertainty. "I can't believe this happened," he muttered, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

Ethan and Jack exchanged worried glances, the weight of the situation settling heavily upon them. "We gotta do somethin'," Ethan declared, his voice tinged with urgency.

"But what can we do?" Liam wondered aloud, his brow furrowed in deep concentration.

A sudden realization dawned on Jack, his eyes widening with newfound determination. "We need to make sure those maids can't say a word to anyone," he exclaimed, his voice tinged with desperation.

Liam and Ethan nodded in solemn agreement, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "But how do we do that?" Liam asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jack reached into his pocket, producing a small vial filled with shimmering liquid. "With this," he declared, holding up the vial for Liam and Ethan to see.

Liam's eyes widened in recognition as he realized the implications of the vial's contents. "A magical contract," he whispered, his voice tinged with awe.

Ethan nodded in affirmation, a steely determination settling over his features. "We'll make sure those maids never utter a word about us to anyone," he declared, his voice firm with resolve.

With a sense of purpose, the three boys set about crafting the terms of the magical contract, their minds buzzing with the urgency of their task. Once the details were finalized, they wasted no time in enacting the spell, the shimmering energy of the contract enveloping the unsuspecting maids in its powerful embrace.

As the spell took hold, the maids shuddered involuntarily, a sense of unease washing over them as they felt the weight of the magical contract settle upon their shoulders. With a final flourish, the spell was complete, sealing their lips with an unbreakable vow of silence.

Satisfied that their secret was safe, Liam, Ethan, and Jack exchanged relieved smiles, the tension of the morning slowly dissipating as they allowed themselves to relax once more. With the threat of exposure averted, they settled back into bed, content in the knowledge that their secret would remain just that—a secret, known only to them and the silent guardians of their clandestine affair.