The woman looked down at his hands, her eyes staring as she replied back with, “I know. I know,” she whispered, “I cannot imagine my life without you two. You are important to me, Edgar. Even when my own family refused to keep me.”
Edgar pulled his wife to an embrace, “I know dear,” he rubbed her back gently, “How about this. You both go first and I will follow you after a few hours. No one will ever doubt on two humans, especially when it is a mother and a daughter.”
“And what if you get caught?”
“I won’t,” he promised. I haven’t been caught before and I won’t now. Pulling back the woman stared at her husband, a little lost in her own thoughts. Looking at her dazed expression, he asked, “Okay?”
“Okay…” she managed to give him a smile, “You spoke about the white witch who is dead. How did you get your hands on the completion of the potion then?”
“Some things had been handed down to us. Passed on. It makes me wonder if the white witch knew that she was going to die. Everything has been laid out intricately.”
“All the materials were given out to the others?” the woman was asking about the scrolls and writings which witches often kept with them. Those were the scrolls that contained spells and other whatnot things which the mere white or black witches couldn’t conjure in their lifetime.
Edgar furrowed his brows thoughtfully. I don’t think so. Some of them have missing inscriptions. Like it was done so that we could solve it.”
At the rise of the sun which was rare in the land of Bonelake, the family started to pack things that would be necessary and needed for their journey before they could completely cross the borders.
“Stay safe!” the woman cried out, holding her daughter’s hand and walking away from there…
The click on the door broke Penny’s sleep. Her eyes feeling heavy due to the sleep she had just had with the dream she had seen vivid. She saw that it was the butler who had arrived at the door,
“Master Damien asked me to get you something to eat,” said Falcon before pushing the food cart inside the room. Penny sat up on the bed. Making her dress properly. Her eyes looked dazed, not taking note of the food but on what she had dreamt, could it be what happened in the past? asked Penny to herself. But the facts were all messed up which looked untrue.
Penny had never met her father before. She had never seen him since she was too young. Far too young to remember his name but in the dream, she appeared to be old enough to speak and greet her parents. Her mother appeared as loving as she was in her last final days which made her question on if what they had learned was the truth or if there was something more to it. Also her, father…she placed her hand on her face, not wanting to let go of his memory of how he looked.
Her dear father who was no more.
Falcon who was done setting the food on the table for his Master’s pet asked her, “Are you alright?” she looked tense.
“Ah, yes. Thank you for bringing the food,” Penny hadn’t realized she had been starving until the food reached her lips. She couldn’t stop appreciating the food as she took one bite after another.
Falcon didn’t go to make any small talks with her. The man never made small talks with anyone in the mansion but did give an earful if servants didn’t do their job right. He observed the five thousand gold coins worth a girl. He wondered what his master saw in this girl. There were plenty of women who made time for his master Damien so that they could spend time together yet pureblooded vampire had chosen her.
Penny feeling the gaze of the butler, took another bite before her mouth slowed down the chewing of the food.
“Did you finish your dinner…?” on her inquiry the butler’s train of thoughts broke, and he replied,
“The butlers and the servants are not allowed to have dinner before the others in the mansion. Especially the owners and the family members. I will be having it shortly once I have taken this down,” Penny quickly hurried to eat and he said, “You can take your time to eat…”
Both Penny and Falcon had no idea on how to address each other. Penny who had never spoken to the butler before directly wasn’t sure with the terms to be used while on the other side the butler didn’t know how to call her as calling slave would be rude. Not because he hadn’t used the term before but because she was master Damien’s pet. A special slave who slept and ate together which was what had made him curious.
“Do you know when Master Damien will be returning back?” she asked him.
“He should be back by midnight. Mr. Kreme arrived late with another work, so it should be done quickly,” the butler filled in.
Penny nodded her head before getting back to the food she was eating. Falcon waited for the girl to complete while keeping his distance so that she wouldn’t feel burdened while in truth Penny already was aware of his eyes on her. The dream that she had dreamt had started to drift away with the scenes she had seen but the gist of it had registered in her mind, “Thank you,” she said when she was done eating every single one of it. As the butler started to clear the table, he asked,
“If something is weighing on your mind don’t hesitate to let the master know,” it wasn’t abnormal for a master to dot on their slaves, pets as they called them but it would be different when it came to his master. Falcon continued to clean, picking up the plate which was the last thing lying on the table before bowing and straightening himself up, taking the empty cart out of the room.His master despised slaves after his friend died. If he was keeping the girl close, he either was still testing her or had fallen for the girl.
