Charlotte stayed in her room for the remainder of the day after her outburst. She didn't even emerge for dinner time. She was incredibly frustrated with Lord Hunt and had no idea what to think of the whole ordeal. Everything had taken a turn that she hadn't expected. While she was grateful to have more of an opportunity to get to know Lord Hunt this way, she also wasn't sure about his motives. There was some interest on both ends, but no clear stance on how deep it went or if it would go any further than it already had. It only added to the confusion she felt that he would go and abruptly dismiss all the other servants. That just didn't make sense to Charlotte. She understood finding out who had been behind destroying her room and ruining her things, but to cut all twelve of the others seemed a bit drastic. There must be something serious going on in Lord Hunt's mind. Something that she hadn't been able to understand. Thinking it over, part of her wanted to believe that he had done

Charlotte didn't want to make it too obvious that she was curious about their unexpected guest. Even though she still wanted answers from Lord Hunt, her curiosity was enough for the moment to set those issues aside. Despite the fact that she was in the middle of a tangled mess with Lord Hunt, she still had a passion for history. This Lord Vincent Eclaire had a part he played in Lord Hunt's past, that much she had figured out from both the things that Lord Hunt told her and what she was able to find about him. It was for that reason that when Lord Hunt stood abruptly to rush off and follow after his new employee, Charlotte hung back a little bit. She waited until he went down the pathway before she followed them. Honestly, she wasn't sure if he would have allowed her to go along with him if she had asked or not. So instead of asking, she had just decided to follow and listen in on whatever conversation she might be able to catch between them. As quietly as she was able, she followed

Dinner started out in silence. Charlotte felt a little awkward sitting across the dining table from Lord Eclaire. Their plates were brought out to them by the kitchen staff that Lord Hunt had hired. Which was another oddity for Charlotte. She had only just gotten used to sharing the table with twelve other people and the plates having been passed down the line until everyone had one in front of them. The table felt empty now that she sat at it alone, even with Lord Eclaire there. He was nothing more than a stranger to her though, which might explain why she felt that way. The meal that was prepared was perfect. She couldn't have asked for better cuisine in a five-star restaurant. It seemed like Lord Hunt had done well to ensure that his staff was highly skilled. That was a little impressive to her, since she knew that the vampires didn't need to consume food to survive. While they could eat, it was more or less an act of being human than it was beneficial for them. In which case, it

Charlotte was escorted out of the room by Lord Eclaire, who insisted she come with him so that she could hear the conclusion to the story. She complied quietly, but couldn't help to look over her shoulder. Her mind was swimming with everything that had just happened. The brief discussion she had with Lord Hunt on his feelings towards her and then finding out she had been marked. It contradicted itself in the sense that if she was only there to replace a memory or if he had real feelings for her. She almost felt like he did it out of jealousy. Those thoughts she would have to push to the back of her mind. Charlotte had already decided that she would first learn the rest of their past before she tried to make sense of anything going on between herself and Lord Hunt. That meant that she needed to focus on figuring out the rest of this mystery instead of her own personal thoughts or feelings. A task that was proving harder and harder to do the longer she spent time in the castle with Lor

Charlotte was able to get Lord Hunt back inside and to his room with the help of a couple castle staff. She wasn't sure she'd be able to help him all that way when the hours had just ticked away and left her more sleep deprived. It had to be late in the night by now, which probably put dawn just a few hours away. By the time they arrived at Lord Hunt's room, Charlotte was starting to feel the exhaust from the day's events. It was too soon to go to sleep yet, she still intended to tend to his wounds. At least that might stop or slow the bleeding while they healed. "How long do wounds this deep usually take to heal?" Charlotte asked. The staff members settled him in one of the armchairs near the fireplace, at his request. She had just rounded the front of the chair to get a better look at the wounds. "It will likely take about four weeks to heal completely. He got me pretty good. if he'd done more damage, I might be out of commission even longer," Lord Hunt replied. His speech was st