Chapter 49
Freda’s POV
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My eyelids reluctantly fluttered open and a slight headache crept in. I yawned and sat on the bed, faintly remembering the strange dream that clung to my consciousness last night. Something about chasing Kara as we fought about something? I could barely remember.
I groaned, stretched my arms out and let out a yawn that would have made a dragon proud.
Scratching the back of my neck, I turned towards the window and my eyes widened when I saw him. Standing by the window, bathed in the morning sunlight that seeped through the curtains, he folded his hands and stared out the window with a lost look.
He wore a simple robe that managed to look impossibly good on him. The cloth hung loosely on his broad shoulders. The front was open, revealing his toned chest that made my mouth go dry. His hair, usually styled, was a mess of curls which gave him this roguish appeal that I definitely approved of.
The words of greeting that I had planned never left my tongue and were replaced with a sudden shyness. I continued to watch him for a moment, mesmerized by the man.
He must have sensed I was awake because he turned suddenly and caught my gaze. His gaze softened and his lips curved into a sexy smile that made me weak in the knees.
“Good morning,” he said, walking towards me.
“Go… good morning,” I managed a small nod and responded.
‘Did you sleep well?” He asked with concern.
“Yes, I did,” my voice came out in a squeak.
“You look beautiful in the morning light,” he took a step closer, his smile widening.
My cheeks burned even hotter. What was this? Why was my body reacting in this way? This wasn’t fair! He shouldn’t be allowed to look that good and say things like that, especially not before I’d brushed my teeth. I opened my mouth to respond, but a soft knock on the door interrupted me.
“Come in,” Damien sighed in annoyance.
The door creaked open, revealing Christie standing in the doorway with a food trolley before her.
“Good morning, Your Majesties, she greeted.
“Good morning, Christie!” I replied, relief washing over me
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“Uh… yes, I did,” Christie’s eyes lowered to the floor as she drew circles with her toes on the floor. “Breakfast is also served in the dining
hall for His Majesty.”
Damien responded with a curt nod and Christie took it as her cue to roll in the trolley. She pushed it into the room and I nearly drooled again when I saw its surface. It was laden with pastries, bread, fruits, and steaming hot tea. My stomach growled and it was loud enough
that Damien turned his head towards me with an amused smile.
“Looks like someone’s hungry,” he teased. “You can leave, Christie. Tell my uncle I’ll join him at the dining table later.”
Christie nodded and scurried out of the room, leaving me alone with Damien once again.
“So, when did you get all chummy with the maid?” Damien cocked his head to the side and asked.
Damien’s POV
“Huh?” She looked up and asked.
“I said you’re getting too friendly with the maid,” I repeated my statement.
“But is that a bad thing?” She asked.
“If it puts your life in danger, then yes, it is,” I replied.
“But… Christie isn’t like that. She’s kind and caring. Heck, she couldn’t even look at my face when she came in yesterday,” Freda stood up for the maid, which made me furrow my brows. She had grown attached to her. I wasn’t expecting this at all.
I pursed my lips and avoided her gaze. Vampire lore told tales where maids were used to kill important people. We vampires were fairly immune to poison and our weakness was not easily found, but Freda? I’m sure she was already a target for a lot of people refusing this union and I didn’t want to take any chances with my mate.
“Damien, she’s just like me,” her next words shocked me to my core as I stared at her with wide eyes.
“What do you mean?” I questioned.
“She’s a Dhampir. Half–human, half–vampire. I’m surprised you hadn’t noticed.”
Of course I noticed. I thought it was strange that she didn’t have the natural appearance of a vampire. Pale skin, red eyes, fangs and all that. I ignored my observations and went with my instincts to make her Freda’s maid. Who knew they had similar origins?
“So… she’s the same as you,” I asked again.
“Yes,” Freda nodded and folded her hands on her chest, a stubborn expression on her face. “And since you’ve locked me up in this castle
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against my will, then I’d appreciate it if you don’t take her from me. She might be the only friend I’d possibly ever make in this place.”
She brought her palms together and pleaded with me, staring at me with huge puppy eyes.
I couldn’t resist when she stared at me like that. I figured since I was keeping her here, I might as well cut her some slack.
“Fine, fine, I agreed. “She can stay.”
“Yeah! Thank you, her face lit up in happiness and she pounced on me, giving me a tight bear hug.
I didn’t expect such a reaction from her. She hadn’t been on board with physical contact and I was willing to give her time to adjust, but this? This was the first time our bodies had met in such an intimate fashion. If this was what it would take to get me closer to her, then I was up for it.
I caressed her back and took a whiff of her scent. We stayed like that for a few minutes until her tummy growled even louder this time. She squirmed in my arms and broke free, looking away in embarrassment.
Let me fetch you something to eat,” I quickly changed the topic to avoid any sort of awkwardness.
She was about to protest, but I was already in motion. Standing in front of the trolley, I selected a croissant and a steaming cup of tea, returning to the bedside.
I added cream and sugar,” I added, placing the plate and cup on the bedside table.
I like my tea this way. How did you know?” She asked, her eyes widening in surprise.
I don’t. I just thought you’d like it this way, I shrugged and sat next to her. Picking up the croissant, I broke it in half and held a piece out to her.
“Open wide,‘ I said with a grin.
‘I have hands, you know?”
‘I know, but I insist.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
