Bloody Rossie: Tears Of Vampires

15. Thick Mist

The Part 15

After being invited, William entered Eien's room. The first thing he did was to go to the closet to hang the dress earlier where the condition was already in a clean state in the closet. After closing the door to the big closet, he faced Eien, who was half lying on the bed, his back leaning on a pile of pillows. His weak and heavy-sounding breathing really added to William's worries. He also cleared his throat once asking for attention which was greeted by a helpless glance. "According to the calculations of the servant, it has been more than a week Miss did not drink it, plus two months long journey to this city. I'm sure you're aware of it. Therefore, I beg you to reconsider, Your Majesty," he persuaded anxiously.

Thas right. It's a lie if he doesn't know how much this body needs blood. His eyes glared at the cloudy sky that covered the beautiful stars. To move his stiff finger was like wasting energy. "Let me be like this. I don't think I can hold on anymore."

"Hamba please don't say that, Miss. Sir is very worried about you" William asked. After all, for the sake of this woman, her master was willing to sacrifice his life, even everything. He will not let Eien's despair take away the efforts and hopes of his beloved employer.

"What does this have to do with Hornest? I don't know him" he sighed tired.

"But sir knows you very well. We're all. Well, except Adela."

Again like that. Everyone sided with the owner of the castle. Her tears flowed in her painful silence. This helplessness had drowned his life spirit that had been little left. The cursed blood was the key to getting his body moving, and Eien really didn't want to drink it. "I think a thick fog has filled the contents of this castle."

"Mist?"

"Yes, because no one can see who the real victim is."

For a moment William's eyes widened sad to hear the painful parable. If only this woman had not lost her memory, perhaps her misunderstanding of her master would never have existed. "Your Majesty, really, you have misjudged sir. There is no intention in him that will hurt you" he explained.

"Then what is this, William? Why am I here?"

"I-it-" William was stifled, reminded of Ernest's warning that forbade him from speaking too much.

The blue crystal bead went back to the butler. "You're not afraid of my father?"

The shocked William half-dead instantly knelt in fear. "Your Majesty! Servants do not dare!"

"Other than you wait?"

The old servant shook his head loudly, both of his eyes grew scared. Many considerations that suddenly came to attack his mind like thousands of arrows crashing, pouring directly into the recesses of the heart. He had thought about this many times, perhaps millions, but when his master explained the reason behind this forbidden act, he understood. All for the good of his race, especially for his own successor. Considering that, his face hardened with determination. Although he had to die at the hands of the king to defend his master's faith, he was willing. "Pardon me, Your Majesty!"

Eien closed his eyes, his pool of tears spilling back from treason, but his lips smiled because the old man's loyalty was so admirable. The death penalty of the king did not scare him. "Hornest is lucky."

"Why not give me the usual? Why is that blood?"

"For your good."

Eien's eyes were wide open and looked struck. "For good? Do you also mean to make me a damned people?" tanyanya could hardly believe it.

"Master didn't mean it that way. But your body needs it."

"That blood keeps my soul bound to this false body, doesn't it?" who had guessed from the beginning.

William bowed down not daring to deny. "As you think."

Eien's blue iris until it shook, her tears flowed back as she turned her eyes away. No one will side with him here, then how does he run? In this castle only available despair for him. Then he remembered the human servant. "Did Adela know who we really are?" tanyanya.

The butler nodded slowly. "Of course not, Your Majesty."

Behind the door, Adela who had just arrived was clearly stunned to hear their last conversation. His hand that carried a new glass filled with blood until it trembled. Whataaa? what do they mean by talk? What are they hiding from me?! the screech is in the heart.

***

The magnificent and impressive dining room that is brightly lit has been filled by the nobles. Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling where the candlelight trapped in the lanterns is decorated forming the luster of various colors. A long table covered in red cloth and appetizing dishes full lined up. Classy waiters quickly fill and replace dishes as if they do not let any place to eat becomes empty. The best wine is the perfect complement.

The atmosphere of the night there was warm, the sound of the clinking of knives between laughter and light conversation filled the room. Classical music plays soft from a small occestra at the end of the room adds to the feel of the banquet. The dashing-looking official coat and the blooming dress were alternating on the table like a broken rainbow.

The queen was hosting so well her entire guest, a hint of dissatisfaction would definitely hurt her pride. Everything that is available and available is the best. Welcoming a nobleman from Romania with the best possible image for his country. Moreover, his dispute with Spain is still unresolved. It was obvious that he did not want to add any new enemies.

Therefore, the middle-aged queen greeted Ernest with open arms. No doubt the charm and charisma of the nobleman from a foreign country nailed their gaze. His calm and intelligent carry grabs attention, it shines brightly like the moon. The light is not dazzling, but drifts away in the cradle of night. The vibrations in her voice were able to stop the breaths that heard her, especially the graceful ladies, their blushed faces well covered behind the open folding fan. Their eyes were so excited to hear him speak.

The content of the conversation that dominated is only about the issue of state, conflict between countries - especially with Spain - then the economy that is developing in mainland Europe. Of course, Ernest will not hesitate to share insights and experiences as long as he travels the world. That's what attracted the attention of the nobles.