A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

Slowly, she pulled away from you, her eyes examining your calming smile that graced your face. "I don't ... do you mean it?" Nafera asked like her life depended on it.

"Of course," you said, your (e/c) eyes depicting the truth in your statement.

"I ... thank you, Miss _____."

"Just call me _____. There's no need for formalities."

She glanced to the side, as if debating your words before turning back to you and nodding. Her grey eyes now shone with happiness, as she stood up. Holding her hand out for you to take, you grabbed it and allowed her to pull you up. You both smiled once more at each other before hearing footsteps approach the two of you. Looking for the source of the sound, the two of you saw the new dolls standing a few feet away. They mentioned that they didn't know what to do for the outside chores. Nafera's eyes widened, as she wiped off the remaining tears, which the other dolls paid no attention to.

"Oh, I forgot to show you two the outside duties," she exclaimed before turning back to you.

Stating that you were fine if she left, she took the two new dolls outside before closing the entrance doors behind them. Hearing another pair of footsteps, you glanced behind you and saw Lucian now at the top of the stairs. His hair was a bit disheveled due to him sleeping, as he cast his gaze on you. He walked down the stairs until he reached you where he glanced at your slightly wet black dress sleeve.

"Were you crying, my pet? Hmm, though you show no signs that you had just been crying. Why is your sleeve wet?"

You didn't know how to answer. Would he be angered at the fact that Nafera had regained her memories? Sighing, you looked up at him and decided it would just be best to tell him.

"I helped Nafera remember her past," you stated, watching for his reaction.

"I see, so you did give the doll a name," Lucian mumbled to himself before continuing to say, "She obviously shed tears in remembering. Tell me, do I need to make preparations for another doll?"

"What?! No, she's fine. Why would you suggest such a thing?"

"Most don't handle the information well and try to kill themselves the instant they remember. They will continue to try and kill themselves until they succeed. I'm surprised that she didn't attempt such a thing when she remembered, interesting. What did you tell her, my pet?"

"I merely gave her support while she remembered. I told her that I consider her a friend."

Lucian at first just stared at you before his eyes softened. "You're too kind, my pet. Never did I expect you to become friends with one of the dolls."

"So, you're fine with us being friends?" you asked, finding it odd that he was so accepting of it; you were personally expecting him to be furious with you.

"Yes, I'll allow it, though on one condition. You must remember that when I require your attention, you give it to me. I will not allow a friendship that makes me secondary; do you understand?"

Of course, he would say something along those lines, though you knew that if you rejected he would do something to Nafera, which would most likely result in her death. Thus you nodded your head, since you had little choice in the matter. He smiled at your reply before placing his right hand on your left cheek.

"Good. Now come with me; I need your measurements."

"Why?" you questioned, as you stepped back from him a bit.

"Well you need something formal to wear to the event the day after tomorrow. I will not allow you to enter the dance dressed in a simple dress."

Personally, you didn't consider the dress you were wearing simple. The dress was of black velvet, as long sleeves draped down your arms. It had gold embroidery throughout the entirety of the dress, which was done in intricate floral designs. How could one consider this simple? Then again seeing the usual dress of the magic world, you realized that this would probably be considered plain.

"Did you invite someone here to take my measurements?"

"No, it's too dangerous with Rezin wanting to kidnap you. I'll be taking your measurements."

Your mouth opened a little in shock, as a blush spread across your face. You didn't want him taking your measurements. Why couldn't have Nafera or one of the other dolls take your measurements? Closing your mouth, you glared at him.

"Not happening," you merely stated.

"Oh, are you embarrassed that I may judge you, my pet. I assure you that I find your figure quite appealing; there's nothing to worry about."

Feeling the heat in your cheeks rise, you looked away from him, trying your best to hide your blushing face.

"Why can't Nafera or one of the other dolls measure me?"

"Didn't they just go outside? I presume that they're busy at the moment."

"I can wait."

"I can't. I need to take your measurements now before the tailor has no time to make the dress. Now stop worrying about it."

"What about Pastel? He's not busy."

"How do you expect him to measure you when his arms can't hold the tape measure properly?"

"He's carried potions much heavier than his weight before," you argued.

Casting one last look at you, Lucian ran his fingers through his hair. Sighing, he moved his face closer to yours. Your cheeks remained flushed with color, as a smirk formed across his lips.

"Fine, Pastel can measure you, but remember that he'll still be giving me the measurements."

"You're a pervert," you stated before realizing what you had just said.

Pulling away from you, Lucian's purple eyes gleamed in amusement before he replied, "My pet, I can always measure you and slow the process if you would like?".

"I understand, sorry," you stated hurriedly.

"That's what I thought. Well let's go to the potions room then."

Relieved that Lucian wasn't going to measure you, you trailed behind him, as the two of you returned to the potions room. When you reached the room, Lucian told Pastel to grab a measuring tape. Pastel soon had a measuring tape in his small paws and looked at Lucian, waiting for his next orders. After Lucian gave Pastel his orders, you found that the nezati had jumped onto your right shoulder. He started to read out the measurements, as Lucian wrote them down on a sheet of paper.

During the measurements, you found Pastel floating around you at times, so as to measure you better. At first you were confused, but then you saw Lucian waving his left index finger only slightly, indicating that he was the cause of Pastel's sudden hovering ability. Furthermore, during the process you found yourself unable to glance at Lucian. You didn't want to see what his expressions were when Pastel called out the numbers. The jerk was probably enjoying this way too much. Thus relief washed over you when Pastel finished and went back onto the round stone table. Part of you wanted Lucian to say something, but he merely placed the paper into his right pants pocket. With the measurements finished, Lucian led you out of the potions room, as you waved goodbye to Pastel, though before you left the room the nezati asked you a question that caused your cheeks to burn red.

"Miss _____ before you go, I've been meaning to ask something. What are those bruises on your neck?"

Words wouldn't leave your mouth, as you began to find the floor suddenly very interesting and thus cast your (e/c) gaze in that direction. You could hear Lucian chuckling lightly to himself, as he turned back to face Pastel.

"Pastel they're merely marks of affection."

Tilting his head to the side, the nezati thought about Lucian's words for a moment before a smile fell upon his tiny face.

"Oh, I see. Miss _____, you must be grateful that Master Lucian cares for you so much," the nezati said in the most innocent way possible.

You were thankful that Pastel didn't understand the meaning behind the marks completely, but your cheeks were still flushed. Quickly you waved goodbye to Pastel once again and left the room. Lucian followed after you, closing the door behind him. Not having to see his face to know that he was smirking, you walked to the dining room with Lucian following your lead. Reaching the said room, you opened the doors and took your normal seat. You didn't care if Lucian wasn't hungry, though you were surprised when he didn't take his seat. That's when you remembered that he had to go to a tailor.

Walking behind your chair, he rested his hands on your shoulders before stating, "I see you forgot for a moment that I had to tend to your dress, my pet. I'll still let you eat something at the moment though, just remember not to fall asleep without me. Thus forgive me if I take awhile".

"Sure," was all you said.

Unexpectedly, you felt him grab your chin, making you look up at him. When he had your attention, he gave you a short and sweet kiss before pulling away. With that he disappeared into a portal, leaving you alone in the dining room. Muttering silent curses at him, you realized that Nafera was outside helping the other dolls, meaning that if you wanted food you would have to make it yourself. Lucian probably knew that you had forgotten that fact as well. He was probably hoping that you would just wait for him. Well you weren't going to. Thus you made your way into the kitchen, determined to make yourself a delicious meal.