The Great Escape

Chapter- 4

Mr. Thompson was standing there to receive the guest near the main gate.

Huh? Already here? Did she ride a horse?

She ran towards the kitchen.

"Lady Kiara—" she breathed out as she reached the kitchen, thumping the door to gain the attention of the maids working in there, "She is already here. Be quick!"

Every maid tensed as they realized how late they were.

"She was not going to be here until noon!" A maid exclaimed. She stirred the boiling with the ladle vigorously.

"We have barely started. How are—"

"I suggest you stop talking and start working." Mrs. Smith stepped inside the kitchen, her lips set in a thin line. "Misa, start brewing tea for eight people. Ada and Misty, deliver it to the drawing room once it is ready. For the present, Ada, bring fifteen lamps from the storehouse to the guestrooms of the older wing of the mansion."

"Yes, ma'am." Ada nodded and darted outside to do the task assigned.

By the time she came back, the tea was ready to be served. Ada took hold of the silver tray with several cups of tea on it, while Misty picked up the other one with pastries.

They walked down the dark hallways as the windows were covered by thick curtains because pure-blooded vampires hated sunlight. It was not lethal to them but caused untamable irritation which may develop to rashes if exposed to the sun rays long enough.

Though, she had heard tales of the very first born vampires— the ones who now resided in a distant land, somewhere in the dark forests, surrounded by waters, where no light seeped in through the thick canopy of the enchanted woods— the sunlight was just as lethal to them as salt to a snail. It burned their flesh and melted their bones. However, as their lineage proceeded forward, it became easier for them to walk around in the blistering heat of the sun above their heads. It was still a nuisance to them, yet bearable, much to the chagrin of the other beings.

The ability to amble with the sky still lit up with the yellow ball of fire did not cost nothing, though. They paid heftily for it as the blood dependant beings were far less strong. Many of them, despite of being one of the pure-blooded ones, lacked the sensitive hearing and vision— along with many special gifts their ancestors possessed. It was not the best deal they received from the heavens above in Ada's opinion.

Lost sight, smell and strength only to walk in the park and get rashes afterwards. I would rather live in those forests.

On their way to the drawing room, they were two turns away from it when they met the sight of the Young Master Paris advancing towards them along with a lady.

Ada sighed and her eyes strayed towards the guards standing at their post. He was a half-blooded vampire and was baring his teeth as soon as their eyes met, a warning to keep her eyes down.

Ada glanced at the curtains.

Maybe I should just burn these curtains and dangle him upside down on the window sill. With angry red rashes all over his skin, that would definitely be a sight to see. Ada thought, thinning her lips as they got closer to the Young Master.

The Young Master.

Paris was a comely man, undoubtedly. With his red hair reaching his broad shoulders, bright red eyes showcasing his pure-blooded lineage, chiselled jawline, and a tall, robust build; he was someone whose presence could never be ignored.

The first time she had seen him was when she lived in a humble village, Syp, with her family of three— a younger brother and a grandmother.

It was a summer day, and he was visiting the village for some official work.

She was there in the quaint market place buying supplies when a splendid carriage stopped in front of the stall beside the one she was at.

Paris Monroe had stepped out of the carriage. He had purchased some things from the stall and talked kindly to his future subjects.

If one were to talk at lengths with him, they would notice the young aristocrat was not the sharpest tool in the shed when it comes to practical matters. He was a daft— may Goddess Priscilla forgive her for using such terminology— at most and at least. Ada refused to believe his fellows took him much seriously. He was just as much genius as Sarah and that was not a lot.

It pained her.

Balls and parties were frequent in the mansion and she had seen him interact enough with his peers. It pained her to see them serving backhanded compliments. She wondered whether when he laughed, was it because he was simply unaware of the undertone or chose to laugh it off because he could not muster a good reply. He—

A nudge on her side startled Ada. She glanced at Misty to see her glaring at her. "Stop staring, idiot," she hissed.

Ada whispered a sorry and looked ahead. This time her eyes fell upon the young lady accompanying the Young Master. She was a petite and lovely human. Long and glossy brunette hair with doe-like eyes, a small button nose on her round face. She had her fists clenched at her sides and her gaze was boring holes in the floor.

Ada sighed. Two pushovers married off to each other. Indeed, a feast for the high-class society.

"Your Lordship, My Lady." The maids bowed as they reached the two.

"Pick up two cups, Lady Kiara, we will enjoy our teas in the garden. Go ahead," the man spoke up with a faint smile, his bright red eyes gleaming in the darkness of the hallway.

Ada and Misty snapped their heads at the man, blinking at him then looked at each other before looking down.

W—What?

Ada was shell shocked, her mind a blank slate. This is so unlike the Young Master. How could he possibly ask— She peeked at Lady Kiara. The lady stared at the Young Master Paris, bewildered, but quickly composed herself.

A small smile graced her lips before she nodded and picked up one cup of tea from the tray. Though, before anyone could process anything, the two maids were left gaping along with the lady.

Paris was in the state of shock as he saw his formerly white doublet was stained with the tea.

"My Lady!" He screamed.

"It was unintentional, Sir," she mumbled and frowned.

"Ada, help me," Misty whispered beside her and bent down to pick up the broken pieces. Ada jerked back into action, cutting her fingers in the process. She bit her lips to keep in the hiss as blood seeped out of her wounds.

She glanced up and saw the Young Master staring at her. His lips parted to say something but before the bewildered man could say anything, the butler was there ushering him to the room.

Ada's eyes were stuck on the Lady, however, whose lips were pulled into a smirk at the retreating figure of the butler and the Young Master.

The only feast is the poor Young Master, it seems.

A/N: A lot more moments of interactions between Ada and Paris will be there in the future:) What do you think of them at the moment?

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