Grim Reaper's Handmaiden [Grim Books:1]

Chapter 5

“Your eyes..” I said, as I reached over her, my hand making its way towards her face.

She flinched almost immediately stopping me for a second.

I continued as I caressed the skin sitting below her eye, carefully observing the glints of silver in it that never failed to captivate me.

I averted my attention towards her hair, stunningly glowing underneath the moonlight.

“And your hair..” I murmured. I drifted my hand away from her hair after noticing her heavy breathing.

“I’ve never once seen a hair and eye pigment this beautiful.” I said in all honesty, caressing the strands of her hair for the last time.

“Do you.. maybe have an idea why they’ve become silver?” Chevel asked. I shook my head in response and headed back to the bed.

“Not that I know of. Humans who first arrived here ultimately has no changes in their appearances.” I said, leaning against the headboard of the bed.

“It happens only after reincarnation. And the changes by then are massive as you can see.” I added, spotting the evident worry in her eyes.

“You don’t have to worry about it. You seem fine.” I said reassuring her. She nodded, yet her eyes say otherwise.

“Not to mention how beautiful they are to say the least.” I said truthfully, staring at her glinting eyes then towards the beautiful strands of silver flowing at her face.

“You should get some rest.” I said, noticing her tired stature.

I began fixing the left side of the bed where the window is upon recalling how much she likes looking out the window.

“You like the window right? You can sleep on the left side.” I offered, settling down on the right side of the bed.

I don’t mind her sleeping on my bed at all. It’s more than big enough for me anyway.

“T-that’s fine. I’ll sleep here. But thank you..” She said, gently stroking the sheets of the window seat.

I sighed in disbelief. She pretty much rejected the offer of being able to sleep on a bed.

“Okay then.” I said, picking up the spare pillow and blanket next to me and handing them to her.

I glanced towards her, a hint of uncertainty visibly showing in her eyes.

“Goodnight.” I said, returning to the bed.

I immediately pressed the switch on the table lamp signaling the lights to turn off.

The room instantly went black, the way I want it to be. The darkness puts my mind at ease.

“M-my name’s Chevel Strange.” She muttered all of a sudden, staring through my eyes.

She must’ve thought that I didn’t know her name. Or maybe she wants me to call her by her name. Her unexpected statement left me confused.

“Well then, goodnight Chevel.” I smirked upon seeing the flush on her cheeks.

“Goodnight..” She replied hesitantly, as I lied down the bed.

Thoughts flooded my mind hindering my much-needed sleep. My mind is occupied with all the errands the king has been giving me.

After quite a while, I pushed myself up with my hands and checked Chevel.

She’s sleeping peacefully, her arms wrapped around the pillow I gave her earlier. Fortunately, she’s coping well.

I walked outside the room, closing the door silently as to not wake her up.

I made my way towards the basement where my vast wine collection is. The only thing that I can say that I actually like.

I grabbed a bottle and settled myself on the chair. I reached for the glass on top of the table and poured myself some wine.

As the wine neared my mouth, the aroma that filled my nostrils planted a smile on my lips. The purplish liquid began flooding my mouth, leaving me satisfied.

I walked back to my room after finishing two glasses of wine, just enough for me to be able to sleep somehow.

As soon as I stepped foot inside, an unfamiliar shadow caught my attention.

“P-please..” I heard Chevel pleading. I sprinted towards her and the shadow disappeared before I could even see who it was.

I turned towards Chevel, she’s still has her eyes closed but her cheeks are filled with tears. I sighed in annoyance, knowing who did this.

Damn incubuses

“Chevel..” I muttered, sitting beside her. I slowly reached for her face, trying not to startle her.

The touch of my hand promptly woke her up. She pushed herself against the maroon curtain, holding the pillow tightly in her arms with fright in her eyes.

Her gaze then darted towards mine as her breathing gets heavier each second.

“T-there was a man.. A-and..” She stuttered, tears falling down her face.

I don’t know but the fear and sadness in her face somehow left a throbbing pain in my chest. I couldn’t help but feel bad for her.

“Chevel. It’s alright now.” I said as softly as I could, trying to console her with the little knowledge I have of it.

I tried approaching her hands with mine but as soon as she flinched, I knew that I shouldn’t.

“I-I’m sorry..” She said as soon as she calmed down a bit. I raised a brow at the words she uttered.

I can’t comprehend why she would be sorry. It’s clear that she was the victim in this situation.

“Don’t worry it won’t come back anymore.” I assured her as she nodded and laid back down.