Under the vampire Lord's protection-Chapter 141: A moon chat

Arabella wasn’t done articulating her question that a knock landed on the door, though Silas waited for no permission and allowed himself inside after that.

The two women leapt to their feet and greeted him again. Neither of them dared look him in the eyes, keeping their gazes down even when he’d spoken.

"Take your leave," he uttered dryly.

As per her custom, the maid offered an apologetic look towards Arabella before speeding off, but that time around, the young woman called out for her.

"Ada, wait please!" Arabella picked the "Golden lines" tome that she’d brought from the library then rushed towards Ada, "Don’t forget this,"

The maid accepted it under Silas’ harsh glare, very sheepish and hesitant as though expecting him to object. The vampire never did and merely watched each of their motions until Ada had scampered out, making sure to shut the door behind herself.

Silas’ traits were as firm as ever. His silence forced Arabella to turn to her inner voices in order to fill the void. First one being Ada’s voice warning her about learning how to read his face.

The problem was, if Silas was a book, then his lines must have been written in a language Arabella had yet to learn as the man allowed nothing to transpire. Not to her, at least.

"Were you frightened?" those were his first words. Seemingly caring but void of all warmth.

In response, Arabella wrapped her right-hand fingers around her left ones and stared at the floor beneath him, "I apologize, Master. It was my fault. Ada had suggested we stay put, but I thought it was safe to leave the library after you’d gained the meeting room with your guest,"

"It was safe," he started, "You’re still under this roof after all,"

"True," she muttered.

"I should have instructed you to stay put until told otherwise. Here, the fault lies with me," Silas stepped over to the open window, "I know how wolf folk can seem threatening... And in many ways, they are. Especially him of all people,"

"Is he an acquaintance of yours?" the young woman finally allowed her eyes to remain on his figure for more than a second at a time, nearing the window as well and consequently, him.

"We fought side by side during the great war. We’d always encountered issues with him and his people in the battalions," he kept his eyes on the full moon the entire time, "Their need to lead and stand at the frontlines always undermined our efforts to synchronize plans and actions,"

"I suppose they are a proud bunch, much like ghouls then," she half asked, eyes on the bright planetoid orbiting their world.

"I’d say their pride far surpasses that of ghouls, but then again ghouls were forced to lead their separate divisions. Their difference in size and shape made their ranks adapt every plan based on the participating elements,"

"I’d only read about all of this. About how their eyes glowed under a full moon," the distant smile on her caught his attention, "Never in a million years did I ever think I’d see it with my own... Well, eyes," the tamest of chuckles escaped her.

"Have you done much reading on wolf folk?" he asked.

"Oh, I wouldn’t say I’ve read much, but there was this one book about them...," she trailed off momentarily before picking up, "Barely a book... More so a diary. I’d uncovered it in my father’s library. It contained detailed information on their kind. It was the only work I’d consumed on them,"

"Whose diary was it?" Silas seemed all the more interested in her words, eyebrows escaping his control to furrow along with his question.

"If I am not mistaken, it belonged to a certain Albert Eanocs and the last entry in the journal dated back to 845,"

"That is far before I saw the light of this world," the vampire turned to glare at the moon once more.

"Did you... Did you solve whatever needed to be solved during this meeting?" she asked with a little voice.

"Not even a bit,"

Silence fell between them until he spoke again, "Perhaps if the great Persephone had handled the matter instead of me, we wouldn’t be here,"

"With all due respect, Master," her words announced something interesting would come after, thus fully capturing his heed, "From the glimpse I’ve gotten of him, Alpha Cynric appears quite stubborn and does not seem the kind to bend to nobody’s will," she grimaced.

"The most stubborn of them all. I wasn’t attempting to bend him to my will. A compromise was all I sought, yet he refused even that. Although...," Silas’ eyes went over Arabella’s entire figure, seemingly searching for something.

Something he gave up on finding after seeing the look on her face. Instead, the vampire turned around and moved towards the door but stopped midway there.

"What was that book you handed Ada about?"

"Oh... It was yet another poem anthology," she hastened to explain.

"Poems? For Ada to read?" his eyes narrowed a tad.

"Well, it contains a song she is... Familiar with so I thought, it’d motivate her better,"

There was a glint in her eyes. It forced them to snap away from his frame all together as the color around her cheeks deepened.

"That is a good idea," he paused. When he spoke again, it was to broach a completely different subject, "How are your legs feeling? Gotten any more used to horseback riding?"

"Yes! The aching has subsided and continues to dwindle," her face lit up, "The wrangler said I was picking up fast enough so that is certainly a plus,"

"It is, indeed," he practically whispered.

Nothing else was said after that until Silas reached the door and twisted the knob, "Rest well then, tomorrow will be the last day of training before the outing," he pulled the door open, "Katherine will be with you shortly,"

"Right," she nodded.

And with that, she watched him vanish behind that wooden frame.