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𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿, 𝟭𝟴𝟱𝟴
Married life was strange to Damona, she had never been married in her previously life nor had she ever imagined that she would get married in this lifetime. The black-haired woman never thought that she would ever get married, especially not at 18 but here she was married.
It had been nearly four months since Damona had gotten married to Isaac Maxwell and she wouldn't change it for the world, least she be stuck with another Giuseppe. The blue-eyed woman couldn't help but count her stars at lucking out with Isaac as a husband.
A frown passed onto Damona's lips as she stepped out of the carriage that Isaac provided her for her visitation to the Salvatore manor. The black-haired women stretched out her legs as she walked inside her former home, various servants greeted her as she walked by. "How is my mother, Mary?" Asked Damona as Mary paused for a moment to think of her answer.
"The Lady is... getting worse," answered Mary with hesitation as she led Damona to her mothers room. The first that Damona noted was that her mothers natural pale complexion looked worse. Damona bite her lip as she stepped forward to be besides her mother near the bed.
"Mother, I, don't know what to say," said Damona as she pulled a chair and sat down near her mothers bed. She went to grab her mothers hand.
"There's nothing to say," replied Lily, causing Damona eyes to widen as she was sure that her mother was asleep. "Silly girl your father has already expressed his will. I will be moved to the hospital tomorrow."
But that hospital is substandard at best, said Damona as her heart clenched at the sight of her mother dying and there was nothing she could do about it. And to top it off, Isaac was showing signs of having the disease. "Then I will accompany you to the hospital," told Damona, not allowing her mother to go to the hospital alone. It wouldn't be fair.
"I Damona you don't have to accompany me," replied Lily with a frown on her face. The black-haired woman shook her head with a fond smile. "But I do. You are not a burden, not to anyone and father doesn't count. He's noting more than a Helvítis hálfviti."
"Damona," hissed Lily with a worried expression. "Do not call you father that." Damona hid a smile; her mother was looking livelier. It was thanks to her that she knew some Icelandic since one of her grandparents was originally from there and had insisted that their daughter had known her roots. Giuseppe still didn't know the language so Damona was free to use it to insult him directly to his face.
"I'm still going with you," told Damona as she stood up from the chair, going to get a maid since she was feeling peckish. If there was one thing, she liked about this life it was that she didn't have to do much in terms of housework. She sucked at it. "I'll be back momentarily."
A shaky breath escaped Damonas lips once she was a safe distance away from her mothers room, she couldnt allow the women to see that she was afraid. How funny, Ive became attached,' thought Damona as she walked to the kitchen greeting Coralie, a black slave that her father had purchased from the slave market.
She pinched her nose at the strong smell of roasting pig meat, she had always hated the smell of pig since it would make her stomach turn and today was no different. Coralie was in the kitchen preparing lunch for everyone. "Madam?" Asked a cautious Coralie who was in the middle of preparing a salad, the other cooks were away, fetching some more meat from the pantry.
"If you have no more work to do after preparing the salad. Can you prepare a pot of tea for my mother?" Asked Damona, she wanted the girl to finish what she was doing before going into her request since her father had a nasty little habit of using a whip on the black servants when displaced.
"Yes, Madam. I'll bring it up to within ten minutes," said Coralie as she continued to cut up the tomatoes into bite size pieces. "Not a second later," she added as Damona nodded, thanking her and walking back to her mothers room. Her thoughts focused on the small whispers between the servants.
'Slaves have been escaping from the town,' though Damona as she inwardly smirked. 'Only one person could be that ballsy.' Damona was referring to the Lockwood servant Jermain, he was a quiet but intelligent young man that could have been so much more if he was born with the 'right' colour of skin. 'People and their racism.'
Once Damona was back into the room, she immediately threw herself into the chair, a hand touching her template. All her energy had been zapped, one minute she was full of energy the next thing she is not. The whole ordeal of her two favourite people dying was putting a strain on her wellbeing.
"See I told you I'd be back," said Damona as Lily chuckled in her bed. "The maid should be up soon with the tea. I can stay for lunch but I should be leaving after it."
"Then I should tell you everything that has happened while you have been gone," told Lily.
Damona smirked. "Do tell."
*
Damona was standing outside the Salvatore mansion, waiting for her carriage to come and escort her back home. "You went to see mother?" Questioned Stefan, pulling the black-haired woman out of her thoughts. The youngest Salvatore have his sister a smile as he pulled her into a hug. "I missed you."
"I missed you too," replied Damona as she pulled away from Stefan hold. "What did you do today?" She asked, wanting to know since she wasn't around as much anymore. Her mother had informed her of all the drama in the household. Giuseppe had apparently sired a bastard with the bakers daughter.
"I attended my morning lessons with Mr Abernathy, and then I had some free time so I decided to read Moby-Dick like you recommended," explained Stefan as he went on to describe the novel with a happy smile.
Damona felt pleased at seeing her brother happy, she was disappointed that the carriage arrived so quickly since she wanted to spend some more time with her little brother. "It sounds like you enjoyed it," hummed Damona as she looked towards the approaching carriage. "You can tell me more about it next time."
Stefan frown. "When will that be?" He asked unsure. His sister didn't come to the house very often.
"I don't know since I'll be accompanying mother to the hospital," explained Damona. "But I promise that I will come back and visit."
