Chapter 27: Two requests
It was odd as in his proximity, the cold that had been trapped within the walls of the trophy room no longer bothered her.
As though a veil had been lifted off of her eyes, Arabella was finally able to take a proper look around herself.
Something that hadn't crossed her mind before had been the state of the room or more precisely its cleanliness. Well, it wasn't much the fact that it hadn't crossed her mind, but more so that she could not linger on it.
From the very moment she'd stepped inside, no dust particles had come to tickle her nose and the glass cases sheltering the weapons gathered none either. They simply looked as good as new.
Arabella's lips betrayed her intentions to speak before Silas as they parted, then reconnected a few times while her gaze traveled from one spot to the next.
"Speak up,"
Those words were enough to bring her attention back onto him, but she merely stared, forgetting to blink again.
Eventually however, not without many efforts, the young woman found the courage to share her thoughts, "Only a true descendant of the Eleazar bloodline can access this room," at first, she'd half asked, but then quickly added, "I mean, since you had to use your blood to open the gate," Arabella threw a glance behind, at the door.
"That is correct," he offered one subtle nod and simply looked down at her, expecting... More.
"I...," her gaze flew around as she rummaged for her next words, "It is so clean, I wondered if... Someone was in charge of keeping it that way or if a spell is responsible for that,"
From the floors to the pedestals, his diamonds also traveled around momentarily, "It is a spell indeed," he said.