19 Stan, the butler- Part 1 (1/2)

”Warren. Give me the envelope which the Duke sent with the girl,” asked Lord Nicholas to his cousin. Putting down the glass which he was holding on the side table, taking hold of the letter, his dark eyes skimmed the words written on the paper, ”Are you sure, she is the one Lord Wastell had spoken about?” he asked turning to Reuben.

”She is, why do you ask?” the old man replied the Lord of Bonelake.

”Just curious,” the Lord replied with a soft smile on his lips, ”We wouldn't want an imposter being sent to deceive us now, would we?”

”You are right to think that, but I assure you the girl comes from a fine family. You see,” Reuben said grabbing the others attention in the room, ”The girl who arrived here is the second daughter to Sir Simeon Curtis. They have nothing but praises for the girl from Duke Scathlok's family in Woville compared to the first daughter.”

Reuben was well aware with that fact that it was the first daughter who was meant to marry into the Lawson's family but instead the second daughter had come in her place. He had received a letter a few days ago from the Lord of Woville stating about the sudden change of the sisters, not that it mattered after all they were siblings from the same house, how different were siblings from each other, he had thought. But after seeing the painted picture and the woman who just left the room, he noticed they had a stark contrast when it came to their appearance.

”With the description you gave, wasn't the girl supposed to be a beautiful damsel,” the vampiress questioned him with narrowed eyes in suspicion.

”She is, milady. I believe it is because she is tired due to the journey that you feel that way. I am sure she will be in a much better state tomorrow,” Reuben said adjusting his cloak.

”I hope she is,” the woman replied, her rich painted lips were set in a grim line, ”We are only trying to be helpful because Nicholas is my nephew. And also because you have offered to get the lands that are in Woville which connects the West Empire.”

”I haven't forgotten it, Lady Lawson. As promised, you keep your end of the deal and I will keep mine. It is a very crucial peace treaty that will give a better future on our lands,” the head council replied.

”It's rather late. I believe it would be for the best to call it a night. Excuse me,” Lord Nicholas said with a smile before walking towards the double door and exiting from the drawing room.

Lord Nicholas walked on the white marbled floor, his footsteps echoing in the narrow corridor with every foot that met the floor. Two servants who stood at one end of the passage bowed their head seeing him come in to view. Not passing a glance to them, he headed straight to his room.

It was almost midnight, when someone knocked on his door.

”Come in, Stanley,” Lord Nicholas answered the door, standing at the patio of his room.

”Good evening, milord,” the butler came in with a maid pushing a two tier trolley that carried the Lord's meal.

The Lord, seeing his butler with the food spoke, ”I am not in the mood to eat,” his eyes moved away from the trolley back to the scenery for a few seconds before stepping back inside, ”Though I am thirsty,” he said going towards the bed and taking a seat at the edge of it.

Raising his hand, he waited until the maid placed her hand on his and he pulled her towards him swiftly, making the maid stagger next to him. Bringing the maid's hand to his lips, he opened his mouth and the young maid's skin broke under the pressure of fangs, as it sank in to draw warm blood into his mouth. Lord Nicholas' parents were pure-blooded vampires, turning him into one while he was born into the highest social class of the society with a strong lineage of pure-blooded vampires. He usually preferred to have the blood directly than from a container which he wasn't fond of. Taking the necessary amount of blood from the maid, he retraced back his fangs and moving away to lick his bloodied lips clean.

The maid bowing her head, took back the trolley which she had got on the butlers order.

”Has everyone gone to sleep?” Lord Nicholas asked his butler while he dabbed the corner of his lips with his finger to make sure there was no hint of blood.