Hello and thank you so much, pittwitch, for  giving me my first review and help. Yea I've had the trouble of finding a good one - last night I added GrammarGo so lets hope that helps me. Also Thank you for pointing out the errors that first chapter was done on my phone i went in and fixed them and as to the question and or telling of the BDSM I was told to add it on the tagging due to they're going to be having BDSM later on in the chapters between her master and herself. :) Though I  totally understand what you mean :) Thank you for the guidance and help that you've given in your review - I'm hoping that with the fixes and changes everything I in the correct placement now <3



@Fiestis in an email asked what language it was that they were speaking in the first chapter, It is Mayan (Yucatec). :) I like to spice things up with dialects and or different languages from around the world so keep an eye out for new translations coming in the next chapters!

Translation Note1: "home"

Translation Note2: "your, your home"

Chapter 5

The Gardener

The ride was something I was rather unsure of - the brisk tall man beside me had placed the back of his knuckles against his right cheek as his elbow was placed on the seal of the window. He was rather handsome up close now that you found yourself looking at him. And much to her amazement upon his face he had bluish markings around and under his eyes. And now that she even could look at him directly from where she was - he had brilliant red eyes. Untouchable red eyes, not the kind you get from lack of sleep or being on drugs but his pupils and iris held a darker and lighter shade of red making him seem hypnotic. Suddenly though as we drove my eyes began to droop and I really could handle keeping them open any longer than what I did. Of course, that was until a baritone voice through the window up front sounded and she was jerked awake. 

"Sir the mansion is up ahead - would you like me to head there or drop off our new princess?" came the horrible voice - she knew of course right off who it was but the mechanical edge the speakers held made it hard for her not to squint her eyes. 

"Brixn you may drop both of you off here. I'm going to take the private car and head into the main city for work." the man spoke and I guess he finally realized he had a pair of eyes staring at him from her seat.

He winked down at her making her flush and turn away from the realization of what she was doing. Her knees were grabbed by her hands as she buried her face into them. The car after about another long twenty minutes came to a stop as we seemed to be making a circle around a large fountain before halting with a jet of air from behind us. The car lowered to the ground and just as it had done so Brixn came around and opened his door first and bowing. She really wanted to know who this man was to receive such actions but then again didn't all masters get this? She shrugged to her own mind before hearing her own door opening and a long bulky pair of arms that were not Brixn's grabbed her. 

Freaking out she yelped and aimed to shove both hands up and into the unknown man's face as a rather loud sounds gruff was made as well as the man nearly stumbled backward. I could hear another pair of legs coming to my aid but instead, helped the giant who was holding on to me. 

"It's okay! He won't harm you! He is our gardener." Brixn shouted lightly before looking down at the man who had both hands over his mouth and nose. He was tearing! Crying! I gasped before quickly throwing my hands down at his shoulders. But how when he was so large?! He looked like a monster!

This man held many scars on his arms and around his face and neck, he wore a loose white shirt with apparent stains from digging in the ground and his face had dirt just about his forehead too. But his eyes were soulful - I found myself getting lost highly in them once our eyes met and I felt terrible for making him cry. But why was he crying? A man of his size surely he was a monster, a no good, angry man yes? She became wary of him though even if he was crying and mumbling something off to the butler and the master that stood on the steps to the house. He was actually holding back a laugh at us - I thought he was going to burst a lung the way he was standing there shifting and shaking in his tiny burst of laughter. 

The man who had bought me walked to the stairs to the bottom edge of his property - perhaps where his car was? He turned around to tell something to Brixn and then looked at us as the large scarred gardener carried me or attempted to up another set of stairs to the main house. 

" That man will cry again if you don't apologize.." he stated rather too loudly. 

I fumbled and looked at the giant as his right arm was hooked under my ass and the other on my side. He really did look like he was about to cry again. 

" So...S..S-s-sorry!" she clutched. Brixn laughed and bowed to his master. 

We made our way up into the foyer to the house everything was white. The stones on the wall, the wall paint, the flooring was even marbled with white and very light gray patterns. The large man shifted my weight on his arm before gurgling something under his breath and Brixn  nodded to point the way up the stairs and to the right. 

"I'll make some food - He'll take you to your room. " the butler said before patting both of us before disappearing to our left. 

This place was huge and really she was afraid to be left along with this 'gardener' even if she did make him cry. His long bulky legs shifted in preparation of climbing the stairs as if he was a newborn about to learn to hold his head up for the first time. We wobbled - danced - and then got his footing before grinning like a fool up at her before saying something she couldn't really, quite, understand. They walked up the stairs finally and made another set of accomplished stair walking before coming to a hallway that was off grey and in each hole in the wall was either candles or a flower pot. Clutching to his shoulder her eyes wandered through the hallway before they came to a stop causing her to nearly flip out of his arms.

"shtëpi" he stated in his gruff deep voice. He then lowered her down to the floor. 

"h-huh?" she said before looking at the door and then back to him. What was 'shhetpee?' she asked herself.

 He repeated himself and pointed at the door before blinking at her. "yti..yti shtëpi".

 She guessed he was asking her to enter and go in - afraid the woman touched the knob and slowly opened it to look into a room filled with various flowers - a small table at the door - a door a few paces forward and the wall seemed to end to the right.  Curious now she slowly wandered into the room that smelt of a field, dirt and grass. Pinkish red eyes grew wide when she took in the large canopy bed set - two dark oak wood dressers, a mirror attached to a beauty desk, a medium sized working desk, two chairs, a love seat and the sound of wind chimes. She turned around to  look back and see the tall gardener smiling and chuckling to himself before rubbing the back of his neck. Did he do all this? the flowers? They were beautiful.

 It wasn't until after the fact that the butler, Brixn returned and laughed at the shy gardener before placing a tray of food down on the table by the door. He suggested that I would rest before taking note that the man did a successful job in doing his work by taking her to her room. It was then that I realized what he had stated before was perhaps telling me this was my room. The shy, foreboding, scary man, was not so scary as she watched Brixn pat his head as if thanked a dog for returning a toy to him and sending him off on his way.