Chapter 17: The Bastard’s Attendant
"Henry," Elys called out to the man that had accompanied her for the whole tour of the manor, "I am tired, can you send a maidservant to draw me a bath?"
They were walking in the corridor of the east wing, where Henry had been leading Elys to her own bedchamber. The bastard prince’s attendant stopped in his tracks and lifted his head for the very first time since they became acquainted with. Henry was about to meet Elys’ eyes when he shifted them away as if intentionally doing to avoid her gaze.
The odd behavior didn’t get past Elys’ sharp eyes, and this ticked her off all the more.
She had been on edge after regaining her consciousness. Aleksander’s little trick on her wasn’t something she appreciated too. The attendant’s deliberate act didn’t sit well with her, especially that she and Aleksander shared - if not the same level of animosity against each other – in the very least, a burning desire to get rid of one another.
Although she had come to the conclusion that she would never find any ally within the walls of the bastard prince’s manor, Elys still hoped she would at least get a fairly passable treatment from the servants. She was after all, a wife now to their master. Even if the marriage was arranged against their will, the official records now had her name attached to the prince as his wife.
If she couldn’t kill or get rid of the prince easily, she might as well use their marriage as a leverage to wedge herself into the vampire society. Her mind instantly began calculating her next steps, planning over the best options for her at the moment.
But it has been a long day – at least it felt like it. She never did know how long she had been out. Elys wanted to dip herself in a warm tub of scented water to relax.
If there was going to be any inside the rundown manor that she is now forced to reside in.
That wasn’t much to ask considering she was by default a royalty of the West, right? Elys squared her shoulders as she spoke once more, "Look at me, Henry," she demanded.