As they entered the mansion, a flurry of servants rushed to greet Fifth Young Master. Their eyes widened when they saw Leticia, stunned by her ethereal beauty and unusual appearance.
"Master Reinholt," the head butler bowed deeply.
"We weren't expecting you back so soon."
Fifth Young Master waved him off dismissively.
"I've brought a guest," he said, gesturing to Leticia.
"She'll be staying with us until further notice."
The servants exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued by the mysterious girl. Leticia smiled at them innocently, oblivious to the stares and whispers.
"Nice to meet you all!" she chirped happily.
Fifth Young Master sighed, realizing that managing Leticia would be a fulltime job in itself. He turned to his butler.
"I want you to prepare the east wing for our guest," Fifth Young Master instructed the butler.
"She is to have everything she needs clothes, personal items, whatever she requests."
The butler nodded, his eyes lingering on Leticia for a moment before he hurried off to carry out his master's orders. Fifth Young Master turned back to Leticia, his expression softening slightly.
"Come," he said, gesturing for her to follow him.
"I'll show you to your room."
Leticia skipped after him eagerly, her silver hair bouncing with each step.
"Thank you Grandpa Butler!" Leticia said sweetly. The butler sighed he wondered how this innocent girl will handle this dangerous man. When Fifth Young Master showed her room Leticia eyes sparked with so much excitement.
Leticia gasped as she entered the luxurious bedroom, her crimson eyes wide with wonder. The room was adorned with exquisite furnishings a fourposter bed draped in silken sheets, a plush sofa by the fireplace, and a vanity table with a large ornate mirror.
"This is all for me?" she asked, her voice filled with awe.
Fifth Young Master nodded curtly, watching her reaction with a hint of amusement.
"It's your room now," he said.
"You can decorate it however you like."
Leticia spun around, taking in every detail of the room. She noticed a large window overlooking the gardens and rushed over to it, pressing her nose against the glass.
"I can see forever!" she exclaimed happily.
Fifth Young Master raised an eyebrow at her enthusiasm. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Do you like it?" he asked gruffly.
Leticia turned to him, her face flushed with excitement.
"I love it!" she declared.
"Thank you so much!"
She ran over to him and threw her arms around his waist in a tight hug. Fifth Young Master sighed his expression never changing he found this girl needs much attention. She has a curious mind which can be troublesome he slightly pushed her away and she pouted.
"I want it a princess room! I remember Fafa and Ma made it a princess room!" She suddenly said recalling only that.
Fifth Young Master's eyes narrowed at the mention of "Fafa" and "Ma." He wondered who these people were and what their connection to Leticia was.
"A princess room?" he repeated, his tone skeptical.
Leticia nodded eagerly, her pout fading as she became excited again.
"Yes! With lots of pink and sparkles and a big canopy bed!"
She spun around, gesturing wildly with her hands as she described her ideal room.
"And a big stuffed animal collection! And a ball pit!"
Fifth Young Master blinked, taken aback by her demands. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to maintain his composure.
"I'll see what I can do," he said finally, his voice strained.
"But don't expect too much. This is a mansion, not a toy store."
Leticia beamed at him, clearly pleased with his response. She bounced over to the bed and jumped onto it excitedly, giggling as she sank into the soft mattress.
"Do you think they'll have a unicorn stuffed animal?" she asked hopefully.
Fifth Young Master sighed heavily and walked out of the room without another word.
"But not a princess I want it to be like a queen since I am not little!"
Leticia's innocent request echoed in Fifth Young Master's mind as he walked down the hallway, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. A queen's room, huh? He couldn't help but smirk at the absurdity of it all.
As he reached the end of the corridor, he found Victor leaning against the wall, a smug grin on his face.
"Sounds like someone's got their hands full," Victor commented, pushing off the wall and falling into step beside Fifth Young Master.
"You sure you know what you're getting into with that one?"
Fifth Young Master shot him a cold glare, his jaw clenched tightly.
"It's temporary," he snapped.
"Yes boss cousin."
"If you nothing else get out, or might as well tell auntie and uncle that you should get married," Fifth Young Master said. Victor rushed off knew damn well he would do it!
Rohan Aslan Reinholt, known as the Fifth Young Master, was a man shrouded in mystery and power. Born into the prestigious Reinholt family, he was the fifth son of the clan's patriarch and matriarch.
At a young age, Rohan demonstrated exceptional intelligence and cunning, quickly rising through the ranks of the family's various businesses. His sharp wit and ruthless tactics earned him both admiration and fear from his peers and rivals alike.
Despite his success, Rohan remained an enigmatic figure. He kept his personal life tightly guarded, rarely associating with anyone outside of his immediate family and closest associates. Those who dared to cross him faced severe consequences, as Rohan showed no mercy to his enemies.
His piercing gaze and commanding presence struck fear into the hearts of many, earning him the nickname The Ice King, God of Death, and Hell Lucifer. His cold blooded and he has killed people who piss him off weather you are a woman or man he doesn't care about them cross him you might as well beg the grim reaper to take your life.
As Fifth Young Master walked through the mansion, his mind drifted back to Leticia. Her innocence and naivety were unlike anything he had ever encountered. He couldn't help but feel a strange sense of responsibility towards her, despite his initial reluctance.
Suddenly, he heard a commotion coming from the foyer. He turned the corner to find a group of servants huddled together, whispering urgently among themselves. In the center of the room stood Leticia, holding a vase that was clearly too heavy for her.
"What's going on here?" Fifth Young Master demanded, his voice cutting through the whispers like a knife.
The servants parted nervously, revealing Leticia struggling with the vase. She looked up at him with those innocent crimson eyes, a determined expression on her face.
"I wanted to decorate," she explained simply.
Fifth Young Master sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. He walked over to Leticia and gently took the vase from her hands.
"You don't need to do that," he said gruffly.
"I have people for that."
Leticia pouted slightly but nodded obediently.
"Hire people to change this room into a queens room, also destroy those two bedrooms change it into a walk in closet," Fifth Young Master said as he dragged Leticia away before she hurt herself.