“I understand completely, mistress. Then, I’ll take a nap until it is later.” Damara inclined her head to the woman and went to occupy a couch, rather than a bed. For a while, she just laid with her eyes closed. No, she couldn’t sleep. She had expected this problem.
Despite her calm disposition, she couldn’t sleep with vampires near. The vulnerability of it was too much.
Eventually, it seemed like enough time had passed, and she rose. She didn’t bother to look for her mistress, but walked off, trying to find out where it was that Ariana even slept.
Of course, she ended up asking a servant, and she was pointed in the right direction.
At Ariana’s door was a guard, a man, and Damara walked right up to him, “Excuse me, I need to speak with Ariana.”
The vampire gave her a queer look. He didn’t recognize her. “Who are you? And why?”
“I’m Damara Felix,” she answered him, “and I am here on behalf of my mistress, Maria, who has sent me as an emissary of good will.”
Tristan scoffed at the idea. “Sorry. You can wait until she’s awake.”
“No, I really must now. Maria will harm me if I do not fulfill her commands.”
Tristan knew that Maria’s cruelty had gotten them all in this mess. “Hold on then, I’ll have her woken.” Tristan didn’t enter fully, but opened the door to lean in and whisper something to Veronica, who stayed within the room.
Veronica calmly approached Ariana and knelt besides her. She placed a hand lightly on the sleeping woman’s shoulder, “Ariana dear,” her voice had just the faintest hints of an accent from the long-lost Russian civilization. “Ariana, please wake.”
Despite her calm disposition, she couldn’t sleep with vampires near. The vulnerability of it was too much.
Eventually, it seemed like enough time had passed, and she rose. She didn’t bother to look for her mistress, but walked off, trying to find out where it was that Ariana even slept.
Of course, she ended up asking a servant, and she was pointed in the right direction.
At Ariana’s door was a guard, a man, and Damara walked right up to him, “Excuse me, I need to speak with Ariana.”
The vampire gave her a queer look. He didn’t recognize her. “Who are you? And why?”
“I’m Damara Felix,” she answered him, “and I am here on behalf of my mistress, Maria, who has sent me as an emissary of good will.”
Tristan scoffed at the idea. “Sorry. You can wait until she’s awake.”
“No, I really must now. Maria will harm me if I do not fulfill her commands.”
Tristan knew that Maria’s cruelty had gotten them all in this mess. “Hold on then, I’ll have her woken.” Tristan didn’t enter fully, but opened the door to lean in and whisper something to Veronica, who stayed within the room.
Veronica calmly approached Ariana and knelt besides her. She placed a hand lightly on the sleeping woman’s shoulder, “Ariana dear,” her voice had just the faintest hints of an accent from the long-lost Russian civilization. “Ariana, please wake.”