Chapter 20 - 20: Enchanting Diana
Chapter 20: Enchanting Diana
Martin stepped into the room, his gaze roaming around with curiosity.
"So, what do you think? Not a bad room, is it?" Diana asked with a smile.
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"The room is lovely, but it's the person inside who makes it truly radiant. Your presence brightens everything."
Diana laughed, amused. "Oh, you're quite the charmer."
"I can't help itโwhen I'm around beautiful ladies, I simply can't lie."
Diana's laughter grew louder, her joy filling the room. Even Mary, returning with a glass of juice, couldn't help but smile warmly at Martin's ease and charm.
The two quickly fell into conversation, and Diana found herself surprised time and time again by this unusual boy.
"What? You've already published a book?"
"What? You're starring in a movie, and you wrote the script too?"
"My goodness, the surprises just keep coming. I believe it nowโyou really are a little prodigy!"
They talked all through dinner, with Diana so captivated that she couldn't help but invite Martin to sing again. This time, he performed a lively tune titled I Need Your Happiness, originally composed by a renowned succubus musician from his past life.
With Martin's clear, pure voice, the song lost some of its seductive undertones, becoming fresh and playful. As she listened, Diana's face lit up with a gentle smile, and all traces of sadness faded from her expression.
When the song ended, Diana couldn't help but say, "What a wonderful piece. I'd love to keep you around to sing for me every day."
Martin's eyes widened, and Diana burst into laughter at his reaction. She playfully pinched his cheek. "I'm kidding, of course! But you know, Martin, have you thought about recording an album? I'd buy it in a heartbeat."
"An album?" Martin touched his nose thoughtfully.
He had planned to wait until his voice matured after puberty, when his vocal cords would be fully developed and ready to sustain the enchantments that would give his songs their succubus charm. But if Diana were willing to help promote him, this could be the perfect opportunity to launch his music career.
"Miss Diana, is that a serious suggestion?" Martin asked, suddenly serious.
Diana blinked, then chuckled, playfully pinching his cheek again (which Martin noted was becoming a bit of a habit for her). "You can take it seriously if you want."
"In that case, I could consider releasing an EP. I've composed five instrumental pieces so far, which would work well for a shorter album."
Of course, Martin's repertoire was far larger, containing countless pieces from his world and this one. But there was no need to show all his cards at once; after all, a steady flow of releases would be much more effective.
With a sly smile, he continued, "Miss Diana, would you happen to know any reputable music producers you could recommend?"
Diana tapped him lightly on the shoulder, laughing. "Oh, you little rascal, trying to put me to work for you?"
"I just trust you, dear sister," Martin said, pouring a bit of magical charm into his voice.
Diana's heart melted at the sound of him calling her "sister," and she found herself smiling warmly. "Very well, I'll think about it and let you know tomorrow."
"No problem, Miss Diana."
"Noโcall me 'sister' from now on."
Martin grinned. Does that make me Uncle Martin to William and Harry?
...
Back in his own room downstairs, Martin was startled to find Nancy waiting for him on the couch.
"Aunt Nancy! What are you doing here?"
Nancy gave him a once-over before saying in an exasperated tone, "Martin, that was reckless of you, running off like that."
She shot a stern glance at Gordon, who was standing nearby with a downcast expression. "And you, Gordon! As his bodyguard, you should keep your charge within your sight at all times."
Martin quickly defended Gordon. "It's not his fault, Aunt Nancy. I insisted he stay behind."
But Nancy ignored him, focusing on Gordon. "As a bodyguard, you shouldn't take orders from a child. Where was your judgment?"
Gordon scratched his head, baffled. It was strangeโwhy had he let Martin convince him so easily?
Martin continued trying to ease the situation. "Really, Aunt Nancy, Gordon wasn't at fault. The guest I met had a special status, so it wasn't appropriate to bring him along."
Nancy frowned. "Special status? Just who was this guest that made it worth you risking your safety to meet?"
Suddenly, a thought seemed to dawn on her, and she gave Martin a suspicious look. "It wasn't... a woman, was it? You two didn't..."
Martin's eyes widened.
"Aunt Nancy! You're crossing a line hereโI'm only eleven!"
Nancy folded her arms. "Precisely because you're eleven that I'm worried! So, you just... chatted?"
"Just chatted."
"That's it?"
"And had dinner together."
"Anything else?"
"Oh... I sang a few songs I composed. She even offered to help me release an album."
"Waitโyou can compose music?" Nancy's surprise was quickly overtaken by concern. "No, that's not the point. And she offered to help you record? Martin, this world can be dangerous, especially for young people. Strangers' promises aren't always trustworthy."
She crossed her arms sternly. "For all we know, she could have ulterior motives, using the album to lure you into something you shouldn't be involved in."
Martin chuckled. "Aunt Nancy, no one could possibly fool me. Don't worryโI'm too clever for that."
Nancy scoffed. "Oh, really? And what about the lady upstairs?"
"She's no stranger, nor does she have ulterior motives. Actually, Aunt Nancy, you know her too!"
Nancy blinked. "I do? There's no one I know in London at the moment. And if it's someone I know, why wouldn't she reach out to me first?"
"I'm serious, Aunt Nancy. The person I met was Miss Diana."
Nancy's jaw dropped.
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