As it was morning right now, they walked in the forest, trying to catch up for the lost time and years between them. Penny still couldn’t believe that she had faked tears in front of Caitlin the time she needed help. The memory made her smile further, making her realize when they would grow old, she would turn back to see how funny things were. Things would no longer look important and instead, they would be trivial matters.
Going back to the mansion, Penny caught some sleep as the previous night Damien and she were busy in Creed’s mansion and then the dungeon along with the witcher.
It was slightly hard for her to think that the other witch had killed himself for not wanting to be caught and tortured for information. Were the black witches that loyal to their fellow kind? Something didn’t sit well there, thought Penny to herself.
Penny didn’t sleep much as her eyes opened in less than an hour and she stepped into the bath to wash and get ready.
“Are you going somewhere?” Damien asked, seeing her clothes that had changed from what she wore the previous night.
“We are going to church. We are going to see if the father who worked with Lady Isabelle is still there,” Penny told him, wearing the jacket he had bought her while giving him his own jacket, “Come quick.”
“It feels like every day is an adventure with you,” Damien said wearing the coat, “Your hand, milady,” he said, picking it up to kiss the back of her hand and when he raised himself, in a blink of an eye they were next to the church. Penny had seen Damien drink blood in the morning therefore she didn’t worry about him apparating them to places.
Walking into the church they saw some people who had come to offer their prayers. The church was a place where pureblooded vampires like him could not hide their true selves. Except for abandoned churches, the churches that still stood tall affected the vampires and pureblooded vampires, there was just something about them that the vampires felt their energies to drain which was worse for the regular vampires.
“Do you want to pray?” Penny asked him and he shrugged his shoulders.
“Why not.”
They both walked to the chapel before going on their knees and praying, “I didn’t know vampires pray,” she whispered, sitting next to him.
“They don’t. I am doing this for you,” he said bringing his hands forward, closing his eyes. Talk about being sweet, thought Penny to herself. Damien knew when to be sweet and when to annoy someone. The man who he was to her, she adored and loved, looked after making the man pick up the pain she felt along with her.
Standing up, they went to sit on the same bench Penny had previously sat during her last visit to this church where she had met Lady Isabelle for the very first time. Records told that her brother had died and maybe she thought that is where her family ended apart fro Alexander. It might have taken her by surprise to realize that Penny’s ancestor was her own brother.
“I spoke to my father about our wedding.”
Penny’s head snapped to look at the little surprise Damien dropped right now, “And?” she asked him, her heart beginning to pound in her chest.
“And what?” he asked, raising his eyebrows with an oblivious look on his face.
“What did he say?”
“He said if both of us are ready, we can pick a date and time before sending out the invitation to the guests,” said Damien to her.
Penny was nervous hearing the word marriage and at the same time, she was excited but would it be too fast? She asked herself the question.
“It was a thought I wanted to put forward with my father knowing well how my stepmother had been planning to get me married to Evelyn or the next possible woman. You don’t have to feel pressured over it. When time is right, we’ll get married to each other,” he leaned closed to her, kissing her temple. An elderly couple who were walking back from the chapel gave them an odd look as if they were doing something unholy on the premise of the church.
“Thank you,” Penny mouthed her words without bringing her voice out. Looking around the church and the priest who was there talking to the local people who were visiting the church she said, “I don’t see the previous father in here.”
“The man must have left after aunt Isabelle’s disappearance from here.”
Walking out of the church, Penny noticed some of the eyes which she wouldn’t have been able to notice before but with her constantly being on alert of where her mother would be watching her, she could feel the eyes that stood right outside the church.
“Am I imagining things or do you also feel the eyes on your back?” Penny asked him, coughing to her side and as she lowered her hands down, she saw a human who looked shady. It was a witch hunter.
“Either you have turned popular or they have come to praise the work we have done,” Damien put his hand around Penny’s waist, “Act normal. No one knows you are a white witch. The more you flutter the more it will make them want to chase and hunt you down.”
“What happened to protecting the white witches of the church?” all this while she thought they were under protection. Instead, it looked like they were waiting for the white witches to make mistakes so that they would hunt them down with ease, “Will the council ever uplift the rules for a white witch to be able to walk freely without being questioned?
Damien pulled her closer to him so that he could always maneuver her if someone were to attack them from behind, “Until the black witches exist, the white witches will never have their peace.”
“That is like never,” she frowned and she heard him agree to it.
“It is a never-ending cycle.”
