It was a moment I'm sure of that I'll never forget. The way Lady Catherine ran up to him in defense, threwing herself to his majestic bod and crying as if she just got victimized. It was something I am sure that they both share. They are betrothed to one another so I understand how he will not protect me once everything will come to light.
“She tried to hurt me!” Lady Catherine told Lord Minir, crying like she’s losing her mind in front of him.
“I’ll take care of this matter. For now, it is best for you to go back home, Lady Catherine.”
Lady Catherine gasped, “What?!”
Lord Minir walked past her. His pace was slow but surely is coming towards me. He held my arm, checking possible bruises and injuries in them. Upon confirming that I wasn’t hurt that bad, he tilted his angle to Lady Catherine, concealing the glare through side-eyeing her.
“Your carriage is ready outside. Mona, take her luggages and escort Lady Catherine to her carriage.”
Lady Catherine shook her head, scoffing as if she can’t believed what she just heard.
“What about our upcoming wedding? Our plans for the kingdom? We are bethroted, Lord Minir. I must stay in your mansion until the day of the wedding—”
Lord Minir did not listened to her and caressed my jaw, “I’m sorry. It took me time to come back to you.”
“Lord Minir, you can’t do this to me! You promised to marry me!”
I nodded, letting him know that it was none of his fault.
“Our wedding is off, Lady Catherine. Now, go back to your father or I will drag you out of this room.” As everyone stared at the scene, Lord Minir snapped at them, “Enough staring. And go back to work.”
The servants began going back to their usual chores, the others started the clean the mess that was created, one of them escorted Lady Catherine out of the door while Gerber took me back to my chamber. We silently went back to my chamber. Gerber dramatically sobbed on our way, her tears didn’t stop pouring out of her almond eyes. There were soft murmurs from her but I didn’t listen. I felt like I was badly drained.
I cried myself to sleep after Gerber left. I had no enery left to smile at Atlas when she came to my room and began preparing my clothes for dinner. She left me after knowing that I don’t want anything to do with her.
She almost poisoned to death. It wasn’t new to this kind of world but at least, I trusted her to keep me safe. I shouldn’t have trusted anyone again. I shouldn’t have… done it.
It was time for dinner so I decided to dress for myself by locking the door. I heard Gerber’s knock but I stayed silent, not wanting to hear anything from anyone. After I was satisfied with my dress, I faced the big old mirror and tried to show a smile to at least, cheer me up a little bit.
But my eyebrows furrowed when I realized that my eyes looked a little different. My eyes were black, pitch black but now, those pitch black looked like the afternoon’s blue sky. How…is this possible? I shook my head. I must be hallucinating. Did I had blue eyes instead of black?
I looked at the scratches on the side of my face only to find out that there was nothing in there anymore. Something’s really wrong with my appearance right now. What happened a while ago was something really serious. The way everyone was thrown out from their position…was it me?
No, it can’t be me. It must be Lord Minir. I’m sure that wasn’t me. I can’t do things like that. What am I even thinking?
I shook my head, dismissing the exaggerating thoughts in my head. I should just head to the dining room and eat.
“I’m starving…”
It was a very silent dinner. No one wanted to say something or even talk about what has happened a while ago. It seems like saying a word right now was a taboo. Lord Minir wasn’t even here at all. It seems like he’s busy with something. After I was finished with my food, I got up and carried my skirt .
“I’ll take you to your room,” Gerber smiled at me.
I paused, listened to what she was going to say next. When I realized that she’s not saying anything anymore, I told her,
“I can take care of myself. Thank you.”
I left the dining area in silence. I was badly itching my back ever since the start of the dinner. Hurrying back to my chamber, I slipped off from my dress and hurried to the mirror. Oh, god, what is wrong with my body?
I saw small lines forming on my back. Lines that form into something I can’t figure out. At least not yet.
I woke up as weak as before. My health was good since my temperature was alright but something felt so wrong within me. I feel heavy from within. Like it was going to explode from inside if triggered.
Locking the door of my chamber, I sulked on the corner of my room, trying to calm the aggressive energy from within me. I want to explode, to badly scream at everyone else. I want to get mad at this world. I want to destroy everything!
The day ended and I decided to keep myself locked in my own room, entertained by my chain of thoughts. It felt calm for a little while but not until someone knocked on the door. I shivered, scared while staring at the reflection of my own image on the shattered glasses on the floor.
"Sol, open the door."
It was Atlas' voice.
"I can't… " I whispered to myself, "Just leave the food outside. I'll eat with myself."
After knowing that Lord Minir has sent Lady Catherine away from the mansion, he left again without saying goodbye. I had no idea when he will be back but as long as he's not back, I don't feel safer outside of my room. It's been a week and now, my hair was longer. It was even way more longer than before. It grows fast.
My eyes were bluer, and deeper. My skin felt like porcelain, soft and clear like marble. I can't even fully recognize myself on the mirror. It was becoming… I was becoming different.
It's been weeks. I lost count of the days since all I do is eat and sleep, wake up and read some books, and sleep again. It was nothing special at all.
Not until one full moon…
The moon peeked through the doors on my terrace, shining it's luminous light on me, warming me with the sun's reflection. The way the moon’s light lingered on my bare skin made me feel warmer than before. I feel belonged to its luminous light.
I let out a long sigh, breathing through my nostril as the calmness of the surrounding made me feel elavated, floating on a sea of cloud. I was deeply engaged with my thoughts and dreams when a hand pulled me up, grabbing me out of the room. I opened my eyes and found a fire, raging in my chamber. The other servants hurried to put it out.
“Are you alright, Sol?” Gerber asked me.
Confused, I looked back to my room. What is happening?
“Did you started a fire in your room— Sol—”
Atlas interrupted her by checking me, “She looked different.”
“W-What?” I asked, still drowsy.
“She’s…different.”
“I know…” I looked away, the sleepiness did not fade.
“Gerber, call Count Vlad.”
“Why? The fire’s out and it’s in the middle of the night.”
“Just call for his presence right away!”
They made me stand in front of the three of them. Atlas locked the library, not letting anyone in unless she gives permission for the other servants to come in. Count Vlad leaned his back on the table, staring at me with his curious eyes, searching my wholeness as if he was trying to think of something he couln’t summon in his mind. “I know I look different. It must have been the…um…It must be because of the food…” Gerber sighed, “Really?Because of the food? Is that all the answer that you can think of? “ “Have you seen yourself in the mirror lately, Lady Sol? Atlas told me that you have been locking yourself in your chamber. Care to tell me, why?” Atlas glanced at me before steadying her focus on the book in her hand. I answered lightly, “Um…yes, I don’t like what I look. Is it puberty?” Count Vlad’s shoulder fell on his side, showing how disappointed he was by my question. Well, I have read it somewhere so maybe, it really is puberty. “No, it’s far from puberty, Lady Sol.” He
I turned away, not wanting to see his face as I left. The last thing I need is for him to look at me like I’m an animal who needs to be taught at something. But then he called my name and pulled me back into the room. “What’s wrong? ”I shake my head. It took me too long to realize that I looked like a grumpy kid. “Nothing,” I say.He doesn't leave it alone. In fact, he presses closer to me until our bodies are almost touching and leans against me. “It doesn’t take a genius to tell when you’re lying to me,” he says. I look up at him. The corner of his lips are quirked in a slight smile, but his eyes don’t give anything away. I know he sees right through me.“Fine,” I mutter. I don’t want to talk about it though. "Was it because of what I said?" He says slowly. When I don't answer immediately he sighs and pulls me closer still so that we're both leaning against each other. “Sol?”He nudges my shoulder, trying to get me to acknowledge him. He's looking at me expectantly whe
"Don't move." Frozen on my spot, Lord Minir lifted me and let me sat on top of his desk. He pushed himself closer to me so my legs opened up a little, making him stand in the middle of my knees. His cold, calloused hands rested on my kneecaps. "How have you been lately?" "I'm fine," I answered. " You don't look so fine to me, darling." "W-What do you mean? " I remembered about my sudden change of appearance and become conscious of my eyes. My eyes are blue! How could I forget?! "You look taller, slimmer, your skin glows better than the first time I saw you. You look mature. Like a full woman with these... " my lips parted when he slightly touched my covered breasts before moving them back to my thighs. He continued, "... and these... " "W-What do you mean?" " They grew . " I annoyingly rolled my eyes, " Yeah, right, master. I forgot you like girls with bigger boobs, and bigger butts. " " How did you know?" I gasped, " How? Your fia
The luxury in life was never a big deal to me until I came to the mansion of Lord Minir, where I was introduced to all things sparkly , romantic and dark. Looking back at the years I lived when I was in the shelter, I would gross at these expensive things. But now, I'm wearing one of it. Gerber put on the expensive rose oil in my body, making my skin looked healthier and smoother. She also made sure that my scent will always be catchy, heads shall turn when I walk pass them. My hair was in an updo with expensive silver clips around it, forming a flower and leaves combination. She dressed me up in a long, black and red dress. It drops on the ground, covered the point of my black shoes. She, Gerber herself, was wearing a brown dress with the same length as mine. The only difference is my ruffled sleeves and her normal ones. Atlas, on the other hand, looked stunning in her dark emerald dress that glimmers with her silver jewels. We looked like spoiled daughters of arti
"Did you went to the library?" he asked. " No, master—" He squinted his eyes, " The truth, woman. " "Um, yes. I took a book that Count Vlad gave to me." Lord Minir shrugged, not minding whether it was important or not. He stared at me for a long while as if he was waiting for me to reveal the book. I took it out from the sheets and showed him. He glanced at it before deciding to read again. "You can bring anything to my room. Just don't make a mess, " He said. " Yes, master! " I cheerfully opened the book, put the candlelight beside it while eating my food. He would glance at me everyone now and then but I was too indulged to what I was reading that I forgot he was around. Helsings ruled the Doria Kingdom years ago. They were the rulers, and the protectors . They were like sages or mages, or even wizards but higher than them. They know power, they control elements, they were divine. The Great Priestess, Selestia, control the division betwe
I don't understand any words that Lord Minir has spoken. It seems to be quite possessive, something I do not agree with. He's right that at some point, he bought me and he owned my very being. But keeping me away from people who socializes with me are just plainly stupid. Or worse, I don't even know how to describe how much this offends me. I pulled my hand away, trying to break free from the pain of his grip. He turned to me, bloodshot eyes as if I had done a terrible thing. "It hurts..." I croaked, not wanting to let him know that his reaction is hurting me. He sighed, and calmed down. His hot head is still fuming, I know of that as a matter of fact, but I don't intend to make him feel even more upset. It's just not right for me. " Look...""Look, what? You're hurting me with your grip." I moved away. His shoulders fell as if he's slowly making himself look gentle, like a feather that landed on my smooth skin. I gulped as I realized how much he regretted what he just did. I kno
It felt like I was oblivious of what was going on around me. I don't know what to do and I don't have anything in mind. Except for the book in my hand that I am staring at. The thick pages of old paper and the heavy leather cover felt cold in my palm and fingertips. Questions flooded my mind. Have I gone crazy back then? Do vampires really go crazy when they smell blood in the open air? Or is he just hungry? I don't know. I want to know though. Atlas entered the chamber with warm water in a wooden basin and cotton cloth. She didn't say a word while making sure that there was enough warmth and enough herbs to put in the bite. After she cleaned it, she rubbed some ointment on the wound and it healed. She gently caressed her thumb on my pulse. Hastily, I pulled it back from her. "Are you scared of me now, Sol?" I stared at her, not knowing what to answer. Am I supposed to say that I'm not scared even though my body reacted in a different way? He bit me. He was a vampire. And Atlas i
The coldness of his voice made me shiver. His hands travelled on the side of the chair, resting on the space beside my thighs. Lord Minir leaned closer, his face a few inches away from mine, and his breathing felt like frost on a summer day. "Hm, did it hurt? " he asked. "Y-Yes." He smirked, " As it should. Any bite that doesn't come from me will hurt... a lot. " Is that really true? I haven't heard something like that before. Is it because I am his blood slave? "Why?" I hesitated. He looked at me, his eyes were scanning my face from my very lips and back to my eyes. "Well..." He glanced at my lips again. "I am your master. You oblige only to me, darling." Yeah, right. What was I even thinking anyway? That night, I expected for him to want or need me. Instead, he stayed out of our chamber and lit a candle for me to sleep. I expected him to come and comfort my longing soul. But what was I expecting? Why did I even expect? He already told