Chapter 258: In Belchatta
The entire way there, Arabella never stopped fiddling with the brooch between her fingers with the joy and focus of a child. Silas merely watched in silence, a smile on him.
When she’d finally wrenched her eyes off the jewelry, the horse had already halted in front of what seemed like an entrance or the beginning of a town. Well, what was left of it after all those years.
Silas sneaked a hand and took hers while the young woman was busy gaping at the sad ruins ahead with glistening eyes.
There was no tugging, no resistance on her part as the vampire took the first steps inside.
"I would really like to know what you’ve read about this place if that is alright,"
It was by no means an order and for once Arabella did not try to read or interpret his intentions.
For once, she took it as it was, a kindly formulated request.
However, that did not stop her demeanor from shifting, adopting that distant yet merry air about her, that faint yet rich smile.
It happened gradually and Silas relished every second of it.
"By far, nothing saddened me to read about more than the story of the once so wealthy and prosperous Belchatta," her voice was on the lower side, steady but brittle, "It is a shame I was not born soon enough to witness its grandeur with my own eyes," she said as her gemstones happened to stop on the crescent and circle carvings adorning the remains of the dwellings and constructions, "According to the books, Belchatta was one of the first populated cites to succumb around the beginning of the war. Some tomes claim it was to target and eliminate people that stood against the fight. Others say it was to reap the riches and resources it harbored,"