MIDNIGHT SUN

CHAPTER EIGHT

KHALILAH

How many days has passed since that day? I think five, I still didn't have enough strength to walk on my own. Just to tell me how much blood I lost, I hadn't seen the monster in a while too, which I'm very grateful for. Did my family agree to this marriage, knowing fully well this guy isn't human? If yes, why? Why would they do something like that to me? I was just thinking about agreeing to be married to him but now I don't think I want to be in this union.
This is someone who hurts people, he hurts me too, I don't even want to talk about the killing part. So do I really want to spend my life covered in bruises and living in fear? All that to prove a very ridiculous point of how much I love my family? A family that doesn't even care about me. No, I don't think I can be that generous. I palmed my neck and I shuddered as soon as my fingers touched the scar, I won't ever forget how scary that was. There was something I was more scared of, I have been trying to not think about it but I can't help it.

What if he does it again?

'My lady,' I turned towards Malia who has been standing there for about an hour, I wasn't really concentrating on the explanation. I was just lost in my thoughts...
'Yes, Malia.' It feels weird but she had the same name as my elder sister, and it's even more weird how comfortable i am with her. 'His majesty excluded the practical etiquette classes, but you still have to learn to speak to his highness. He says you speak with quite some vulgar languages he wouldn't tolerate... He...' That son of a b*tch, who does he think he is? Sitting here and getting lectured on how to speak to the king, isn't it same as accepting this marriage? Shouldn't I be throwing a tantrum right now? Why am I scared? '...You definitely cannot call His Majesty a Bastard.' Malia's voice came back and again I was lost in thoughts. 'Are you even listening to me, my lady?' She caught me, my eyes turned towards her as I have been staring straight ahead. She was a tall person, her skin pale and lifeless but her eyes did all the sparkling. She was very pretty, just like the rest of the other maids that have been prowling around and it got me wondering, if they are all vampires.

'Malia?' I sat upright, grabbing a pillow or two to support my back,. 'Are you also a vampire?' She looks surprised and was hesitant to speak, then I knew she wasn't human. 'H-how did your grace find out about that?' Her head drops lightly and I scrunch up my nose in disgust. 'Stop doing that all the time!' She froze for a while, before she straightened. 'Pardon me, your grace. Palace etiquette says Maids are not worthy to look your grace in the face.'

'I'm ordering you to look me in the face and stop crouching at me all the damn time.' For a minute we both stared at each other, I shut my eyes and sighed in frustration.
'Your grace, we will have to employ an etiquette teacher if you keep using vain words.' So she told me sternly and I rolled my eyes. 'Nobody is going to know if you just tell that bastard that I'm cooperating.'
'Then His Majesty will have my head the next time your grace calls him a bastard to his face.' She retorted, I definitely don't want to be here. I fell silent again, waiting for her to carry on but she didn't.

'My lady, I know I'm not in any position to speak to you, since I'm a vampire and I'm also your personal handmaiden.' I scoff, does she feel pity for me? What's with the atmosphere now?
'I know how hard it is to be away from your family and be forced to do something like this but I also know how dangerous it is to refuse his majesty; we might not be of the same clan but I have come to like my lady.' Wait, she likes me? I don't remember the last time someone told me that, what does she like about me? What about me is likable? I wonder... 'It's not as easy as you think.'

'I know, but if you love your life, it's best you just accept your life now.' Just how dangerous is this man, why does she use such emphasis? 'If your grace understands I'll continue with our lesson.' And then she was back to being formal again; I didn't raise any objections, of course because I love my life.