Yromothide: 3

He came down from the horse, started walking towards the gate of the white house. The house now looked quite old. The whitewashing on the walls had been turned yellowish, losing its glow. The garden was very pretty as Cath loves gardening but now, there was only withered plants and wild grass growing everywhere. House seemed like no noble, even in a low ranking would reside in it. The tyrant was impatient to meet his love interest so, he did not bother about it.

He pushed open the gate. The gate opened with a loud bang and one front of the gate almost broke apart. He straight went in the direction, where a path of concrete will lead, to the main entrance of the house. He ran through the pathway to reach the main entrance. The main entrance door was made of wood on which beautiful castings of wood and iron pieces were made. Iron was rusted a little as no one was there to keep them in shape.

He enthusiastically knocks on the door, no one answered. He once again knocked. This time nearly breaking the door apart. This time a frail maid came out from the door with a blinking lantern in her hand. It was almost dusk. The maid was quite shocked to find out, a strange man covered in blood had come as her guest.

"WHERE IS CATH?" He asked in a manner that could terrorize anybody. The maid was about to faint but the tyrant didn't give any mind to her. He was so heartless that he put his blood-covered sword on her throat. Due to Fear Of death, she spoke while shivering in fear, "la-dy le-ft the bea-titu-do".

Maid's words were like a thunderclap to him. The moment he was waiting for so many years has finally arrived but, why was there a delay? He's waiting to see her beautiful eyes, wants to caress her brown silky hairs. Hearing those words from the maid made him go crazy, like a volcano that was going to burst off. He turns towards the maid, grabbing her from the neck. He looked at the maid furiously like he was going to devour her. "WHERE IS SHE NOW?" he said in a loud and scary voice.

The maid seemed like a small rat in front of him, waiting for her predator to eat her up. His hazy eyes turned red looking furiously, at the maid. The maid shrieked and started using her hands and legs to release herself but they were absurd in front of the tyrant. He threw her away like a small ball at the corner of the entrance. The lantern snapped in parts, spilling oil. He squatted down. "Tell me where?", he said fiercely. The maid was paralyzed like she had seen a ghost. She was coughing badly, as her throat was a while ago, was crushed in the hands of the fellow, she just met. "m-m-master and lady 'cough!' We-tto 'cough!' Yorm 'cough', yarmo-uth-ide,", she said, quivering and coughing.

"'YORMOTHIDE' you say", he said grinning, at the maid, "Good, I shall forgive your life for now". He stood up and went back towards his blood-soaked horse. The maid felt relieved at the sight of him leaving.

While returning towards the castle, he stopped to look at the graveyard, which was just a little far away from the baron's house. The baron's house was near the edge of the city and most of the graveyards were made on the outer parts of the main city. So, it was quite near to the graveyard.