Before we start, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME🥰❤️
Gale's POV
I polished the last leg of the table just as Elisa, huffed out a loud sigh of relief and bent up from the side of the bed she had been polishing.
"Are you finished?" I asked her, lifting a curious brow up as I observed the girl. She looked tired and I suppose I looked almost same too. We had been cleaning almost all day.
"Yes I am. Finally." She accepted, her voice coming out a little airy and lighter since she had not spoken in a few hours. I had preferred that we work in silence so that I could be left to my thoughts, only speaking when I was giving her an order or directing her on what next to do. The girl did not know the first thing about cleaning but from what I was seeing just now, she was a fast learner and I suppose I could say that I was a good teacher. I smiled internally.
"What about you?" She added in politeness and I couldn't help it but a small smile rose to my lips. She was polite. She spoke highly and the only reason why I knew this was because I had worked for high Lords and Ladies as well. She was not meant for a life like this. Well neither were you but here you are. A small voice pointed out very rudely in the back of my mind and my smile disappeared. I quickly dismissed the voice not wanting to go into the what ifs and the only ifs. Instead, I scrubbed my rag on the last small area that was left for me to clean and when I was done, I stood up, straightened myself and wiped a bead of sweat from my brow with the back of my hand.
"I'm done now." I replied her as I straightened my back, letting out small moans when I heard creaks in places where there should not be creaks.
"Hihihihi. You look like a see horse when you stretch like that." Elisa teased as she giggled into her hand. I straightened right away and looked at her. I wanted to be angry with her, maybe then it would dismiss the care I was starting to feel for the child and maybe I'll go back to thinking only about myself but when I saw the pure humor that lit up in her eyes as she shook in obvious mirth, a smile rose to my face and I couldn't help the fondness that started growing in me. I was so in trouble. I was thinking of spending not long in this place. I was finally going to be free whereas the child may be a slave for the rest of her life. I couldn't afford to get attached. And yet, why was I smiling?
"Have you ever seen a sea horse before?" I responded in jest, teasing her. She giggled, stopped and looked at me.
"I didn't grow up by the water but Papa used to bring me all sorts of delicacies from his trips. I thought the sea horse looked strange." She spoke, the tone of her voice going lower and lower and then the joy completely vanished from her eyes and was replaced by that sorrow that settles in when one had lost everything they once had. A small tear hung by the side of her face and she quickly brushed it away. My spirits sunk and I knew I had to change the topic at once.
"Anyway, even though I've never seen one myself, I don't think I want to look like a seahorse. I've heard they are quite ugly. Well depending on who you ask." I spoke lowly, careful not to try to bring up anything more that will remind her of her father.
"We are done here. It's almost late evening." I remarked as I looked at the position of the sun through the open airy windows.
"You did a good job." I added to her as an afterthought and the girl blushed. It tugged at something in me. She really needed my approval? It was sad. In our world, we got compliments or appreciation as rarely as dogs cried. I didn't need to make her get used to it. I was supposed to be showing her the realities of being a slave after all.
"What do we do now Gabrielle? Lady Karayan is not back yet." She pointed out. I nodded.
"I will escort you to the kitchen where you will wait and then I will go in search of Lady Karayan's book." I said and she nodded. I did one last arrangement and we dusted outskirts, picked up our cleaning equipment and left Lady Karayan's room, the 'click' of the door sounding behind us.
YOU ARE READING
Slave To The Fang
Vampire"Bite me." She screamed tears falling down her cheeks. Her eyes were deep pools of endless beauty and her tears were like magical dewdrops on a luscious blooming flower. My flower. She was soft and delicate. She was my flower. "Isn't that what you'r...
