Penny walked down the stairs, receiving blatant stares from every passing maid and servant as she made her way in search of Falcon, the butler. Damien’s orders had been very specific, asking for whatever, this blood tea, is to be made by the butler. It was the first time she was hearing about something like this. Blood tea.
‘How strange’ thought Penny to herself.
As she searched for the butler, the maids only continued to stare at her as if it was the first time they were seeing her here. It took Penny some time to realize why she was receiving the odd looks from people as she passed in the mansion.
She wasn’t wearing the usual potato sacked dress but a dress that was usually worn by the ladies of this mansion or women who were free and weren’t servants or maids. With her hair done prettily, Penny undoubtedly looked as if she were part of another family. That she was never a girl of the low society.
The maids who had been standing there watching her walk past them as they had paused their work to ogle at her, one of the maids said,
“Wasn’t she…”
“Slave of Master Damien,” the maid next to her completed the sentence. There was envy in both their eyes as they stared at her and the way she was dressed which appeared to sweep across the floor, “Even maids don’t get such privilege to wear clothes like that.”
The first maid nodded her head, “Why do you think the master has dolled her up like this? Is he probably making her go see another man?”
“Why would you say that?” whispered the second maid in curiosity. With Penny who had disappeared the wall, the young girl turned to face the other maid.
The first maid looked left and right, making sure no one “Haven’t you heard about it? It isn’t uncommon for masters to trade their slaves. It happens in all the high families though it is never spoken out in the open. She might be one of them,” said the girl chuckling, her eyes laughing as the envy in her eyes dissipated at the thought of what was going to happen to the slave girl.
“She had the nerve to speak that day in the kitchen to us. She still doesn’t know what she’s up to,” said the other maid before they continued with their work.
What the maids didn’t know was right behind the wall someone stood sipping their tea in the hand.
Falcon was in the kitchen getting the food prepared for the day when he saw the lady appear through the doorless room of the kitchen. The mere sight of the colorful dress, the butler’s first thought was that it was Lady Grace who had come with another compliant as Lady Maggie was much taller. But when his eyes fell on the person’s face, his eyes slightly widened at the appearance of his master’s slave girl before composing back his face.
The girl had her blonde hair tied up elegantly, her dress to the point where she looked nothing short to a lady. No wonder his master spent five thousand gold coins just to buy her. From a slave girl, his master had turned the girl into a beautiful girl where one had to stop what they were doing. Though he did wonder how Master Damien knew where the diamond was, maybe the man did have a keen eye, like many other things.
“Master Damien asked for blood tea,” said the girl.
Penny had never felt this out of space as much as she did right now. As much as wearing the sacked potato dress had made her feel transparent where no one spared a glance at her. Right now she was making every single head turn in the kitchen.
Had they never seen a female wear a dress? Or was it too shocking for them to digest that a person below them was wearing better attire than they did? Not knowing which one it was, Penny stood not too far from Falcon, seeing him pour milk while also pouring blood which had only been heated to thin the liquid. Mixing it together one after another alternatively, the contents were poured into a fresh teacup before it was handed to Penny.
As Penny started to walk back from the kitchen, her feet touched the marble floor as she had removed the boots she had previously worn. As took another corridor she ended up meeting Grace and her mother Fleurance who had only got ready to go out somewhere.
Penny hoped they didn’t notice her as they stood away on the other side of the stairs, the stairs that led to Damien’s room. The mother-daughter duo were engrossed in their own conversation but that didn’t mean they were blind.
Grace’s mother was the first one to catch sight of Penny dolled up. The woman said, “What days have come that I have to see this. To have a slave dress up like one of us. At this rate, I feel your brother Damien is going to put our family name to shame,” though the words were told to Grace, the older vampiress’ eyes looked down at Penny.
“He must have lost his mind,” Grace responded back, “Hideous creature. I feel like my eyes will bleed if I keep looking at her,” the younger vampire made the nerve in Penny’s forehead pop.
‘Maybe it should bleed and then it can be added in this blood tea,’ thought Penny to herself. But on second thought, master Damien would not drink it but throw it away if he knew it was Grace’s blood. Penny didn’t know what was the issue with Damien giving her clothes to wear and found the women here to be overdramatic. Maybe if she did go visit the theater and they were short of people, she could recommend these two. Especially Grace.
Penny did the best she could by bowing her head at the two ladies than start an unnecessary fire as God only knew how she was going to live here. Previously her plan had been to run away from here, therefore, it didn’t matter before but with her being a witch, being next to Damien’s was the safest.
Grace stopped her to ask, “What do you have in there?” the vampiress didn’t bother to look at the cup but stared at Penny.
Penny wasn’t stupid to not know that the vampiress could smell what was in her hand across the room. Even she could smell the strange smell of blood that wafted at her nose.
“It is blood tea.”
“Must be for Damien,” Grace gave Penny a smile which she made her feel wary about this little sister who appeared no less to a madwoman who had lost her mind. Grace then said, “Drink it.”
What? thought Penny in her mind, “But this is- blood,” Penny had to remind the vampiress who only continued to smile.
“I know you. Haven’t you heard about the recent cases that took place with the slaves and servants poisoning the food of their master and mistress? Who knows if you are trying to kill Damien, after all with the way he behaves.”
This little spoilt head pot, cursed Penny in her mind. This had nothing to do with Damien. All Grace wanted was to make a human drink blood tea and Penny was in no way going to drink it.
