Grace turned around her body with the bag that she held, looking at the man who had greeted her. With his vampire’s eyes, the man smiled looking at her.
“Robarte,” Grace greeted the blonde looking man with a sweet and alluring smile.
“I am glad to see you are on time,” commented Robarte, “Let’s take a walk,” he proposed to which she readily agreed.
Walking next to each other side by side down the streets of the crowded Isle Valley, Grace asked, “Did you arrive here early?”
“Just a few moments ago. I was worried where I would end up missing you like one of those early times,” Grace could feel the light tension on her shoulders but nonetheless she smiled. How could she forget that time.
Grace had promised to bring the slave girl to Robarte but before she even had the opportunity to get into the black market she had not only been deviated but had been stopped and had received a slap from her half-brother Damien in the middle of the street.
She could still feel the shame that she felt that day and the day after that. How could she forget that Damien had not only insulted her in front of everyone but had gone far as to break her fangs turning her to a fangless vampiress. She still felt the pain of shame she had gone through for weeks until she finally was able to get back to her usual self.
“You had promised me the slave girl and after that, I wasn’t able to get in touch with you,” there was an undertone of disappointment in the man’s voice as he said it to her.
“My apologies, Robarte. I wasn’t expecting the sudden change of plans. My brother is very possessive about his slave girl,” Grace answered him. They walked by many of the shops that were still kept open even though the sky had turned orange and purple in color.
“How did she turn to a lady? The last I checked she had decked herself to good clothes and shoes,” Robarte asked the vampiress.
Grace’s lips twisted in distaste, “I frankly don’t know. Damien doesn’t like slaves. He in fact hates slaves because of what happened in the past. They both weren’t getting along and there was obvious friction between them but suddenly he turned her to this fine lady.”
“He must be enticed with her beauty. She does look good but of course not as good as you, Lady Grace,” Robarte complimented her.
Grace blushed at the vampire’s words. Robarte was a good looking man and if he weren’t good looking or he didn’t have money, Grace wouldn’t have spared a second over this man. With the round glasses that he wore, she could see the appeal that exuded from him. He was smart, good looking and was a gentleman when it came to speaking to people but Grace also knew how the man had been interested in that slave of her half-brother since the time they had first met and had got speaking to each other.
“The deal still stands though. If you can somehow break the couple up and send the girl to me, I will make sure to get yourself married to the man you have been eyeing,” he offered the girl.
Grace had wished she could somehow sway Robarte’s feelings for her but the man appeared to be another idiot who was fixated on Penelope.
What the vampiress didn’t understand was how the slave had turned to a popular maiden over time. It appeared that there was more than one man who wanted to have her. Grace cared less about Penelope and instead, she would love to throw the girl out of the house before she herself would be thrown out. It seemed like lately her father had changed the directions of the wind the way he supported not only Damien but he also supported her elder sister Maggie.
To think that the pureblooded family of theirs that was highly praised was now mixing up with not only slaves but also a lowly vampire, she didn’t know what else to expect in time that she would have to stand in the corner which she wasn’t ready to do.
Robarte wanted Penelope, and she would somehow give the girl to him.
“If you don’t mind can I ask you a question?” she asked the man. When he gave her a nod to continue, she asked, “What do you see in the girl? You can have any girl you want. If I am not wrong, there are plenty of girls who get sold every week in the black market here. Why not look for someone new than going for a used one,” she asked him curiously.
Both Robarte and Grace had now entered the black market street after passing the Isle valley.
The man did nothing but smile at her without answering her right away, “Sometimes you look at something and want it. Have you ever felt that Lady Grace?” he asked her. Grace gave him a look as if she knew about that feeling, “The feeling is something to that. I had seen her in the market that day and I was about to buy her. She looked absolutely great as if she had been beaten to exhaustion with her clothes sticking to her body and her clothes torn. You see it through the eyes of a man, you will feel something else.”
Grace didn’t comment over this and instead, she walked beside him.
“For a slave, she is a beautiful girl and I would like to teach her the way I want. Unfortunately for me, your brother came stating his claims.”
“You should have increased the bid,” Grace stated and Robarte chuckled.
“If I could I would but your brother came with such a high amount that people backed away from the bid very instant. Even if I did raise the gold, Damien would have only raised the stakes until he would be the one to take her home.”
Grace gave the man a stare. He was right, her brother would get to the point where he would make sure what he set his eyes on would reach only to him.
“I have invited Penelope to come out with me tomorrow.”
“Wonderful. I will be here to meet her then,” Robarte answered, delighted with what Grace had to say.
