A great amount of relief washed over Oryen, when she spotted a redhead girl with dark skin, a little far from where she stood. Perhaps she got lost the previous night, and found a place to stay, she told herself. Oryen left what she was slicing, quietly going towards the young witch. Her ocean blue eyes were like a hawk, watching every corner to make sure no one saw her. When she reached a close distance, she stretched forth her arm, and clasps it over the dark skinned girl's arm. Before Dydra could react, she was pulled to a quiet corner.
The young witch was first startled by the sudden grip, but on taking notice of the raven hair and snow-white skin, she relaxed a bit. That relaxation soon vanished, the instant she recalled the previous night event. She didn't fight with the old witch, watched her take them to a quiet corner. Her lips pressed in a thin line, as she tired controlling the bursting rage that was building up in her.
Oryen still didn't know this. Confirming no one was close to them, she turned to Dydra and pulled the young girl into an embrace. Dydra was taken aback by this, she didn't know how to react.
After a few seconds, she pulled away, and held the girl's palms in her's.
"What happened last night, Dydra? Madam Sandra called for me and I left for a few minutes. When I got back, you both weren't there. And I didn't see Mr. Leavston this morning at the registering building. You had me really worried, dear." She pulled Dydra into another hug, which successful put off the burning rage of the red-head girl
Dydra was now confused. Did she overthink it? Did Oryen not really plan this?
"He tried to rape me." The words slipped out of her mouth and she immediately bit her tongue. Why did she say that?!
A deep frown formed on the raven-haired woman's face and she pulled away, locking eyes with Dydra to confirm what she just heard.
"What?! He tried to what?!" Her lips twitched. She was quick to believe this, because she had always sense a bad energy from the man. That was one of the reasons she never gave him a chance.
"Where is that, son of b*tch right now?" Oryen questioned with pure rage in her eyes. How could he try something like that? No wonder he asked them to meet in such place. That scum! When she finds him, she would cut off his man stuff, to make sure he never tries it with another girl ever again!
"He was taken away," Dydra answered softly, recalling his dirty tongue on her skin. Her body shuttered, with tears whelming up in her eyes.
"By who, dear?" Oryen asked eagerly, still picturing what she would do to him.
"By the elite from two nights ago. He works here. He was the one who saved me." A little spark was in Dydra's eyes when she recalled the nobleman. If it weren't for him, the plump pervert would have had his way with her. She felt truly grateful towards him.
Oryen was surprised by this, as she wondered who the elite was. For him to keep helping her like this, it only meant one thing—he fancied her. A small smile formed on Oryen's lips. The young witch failed to notice as she continued speaking.
"He took me to a room, where I spent the night," she didn't mention the room being his, "and this morning, he registered me in the registering room—"
"What are you two doing standing idle in a corner?!" Both women's attention were pulled by Sandra's voice, questioning them.
They saw the big woman's plumped face squeeze in disapproval, as she heeved like a bull. The two witches where quick to let each other go, returning to their duties.
Later during the afternoon, Madam Sandra came to Dydra, as she and Oryen were having their lunch.
"You! Red-head, come with me."
Dydra panicked as she shot a distressed look to Oryen, because the only reason Sandra will approach her, is it she wants to give her work to do. The old lady took the signal and said to Madam Sandra.
"She is new here, Madam Sandra. I don't think she would be of any help to—"
"And how would you know that?!" The raven-haired woman was sharply interrupted, with Madam Sandra eyeing her, annoyance in her eyes.
Oryen didn't know how to reply. She withheld her tongue, and the offered a polite bow to the woman.
"Don't just stand there, come with me!" She turned her gaze to Dydra, before she started walking off. Dydra bit her lower lip, with a huge frown on her face, as she followed the woman closely.
Previously, a guard, who claimed to be from the Crown Prince came to Sandra. He informed that the prince, wants to speak with her privately in a maze. Never as she been called upon by any members of the royal family. And her first time being the rumoured cursed prince, Sandra was beyond terrified. As the view of the maze grew closer, her heartbeat intensify. She clasped her cubby palms close to her chest, as the guard finally led her to the entrance. She saw him step in and she stood still for few seconds, trying to brace herself for whatever reason the crown prince wanted from her.
She stepped into the maze following the guard's figure. He seemed to know his way around, as he took sharp turns every now and then, without pausing for a quick confirmation. He finally stopped at what seemed to be the heart of the maze. She saw his bow deeply, before turning to leave. She watched his figure disappear in another part of the maze, and before she could process what was happening, a heavy guts of wind blew her way.
All of a sudden, a figure appeared in front of her. His eyes was red, starring deep into hers, and he spoke.
"You will give the red-head maid lesser work than the others. Let her only serve my room. Let her cook my food and deliver them herself. She shall live in the palace walls. You will forget this conversation ever took place."
Within a blink of an eye, the figure vanished and the guard from earlier appeared. He gestured for her to follow him, and Sandra did, with her head in a daze. Though she too was a vampire, she was no match for the crown prince.