Evelyn Walker (Book One)

Chapter 9 | Implication

'Evelyn,' The prince was seated in a leather armchair in the corner of the room, 'come sit with me.'

'I'm fine with standing over here.' I muttered as I watched him shift his weight in the armchair.

The way his large 6'2 oddly fitted in the tiny chair, would've made me laugh any other time. But I kept a serious face for my own safety.

'Don't act childish, Evelyn.' He grunted as he ran his hand through his hair.

I actively avoided all eye contact when walking towards him, by keeping my eyes focussed on my feet.

My father had once told me a tale about a woman who could turn people into stone, when they looked her in the eyes.

I wondered if vampires could do that too. Probably not, since I was still alive and walking.

The two chairs were seperated by a small coffee table made out of glass and steel. Prince Aiden sat in the chair located the furthest away from the window. 

In comparison to him, I could almost swim in the armchair. My feet barely touched the ground, in the back of my mind I almost felt like a child again. 

Mary, the servant, walked in with a serving tray, which she placed on the small coffee table. 

I gave her a gentle smile, but she didn't smile back. Her eyes never left the ground, even as she awaited new orders from the Prince.

'Evelyn,' He asked without even giving Mary a glance, 'would you like some tea?'

'Uh.. Sure?' The way he acted made me feel uneasy. Sometimes he was kind and gentle, but the next moment he could turn into a monster.

'Servant, pour the lady some tea.' Mary flinced barely noticable when He spoke to her.

Yet she did everything he ordered hastly, without thinking twice about it or wasting any time.

'Thank you Mary.' I mumbled when she poured the hot liquid into the porcelain cup.

'You shouldn't thank a servant,' Aiden said almost annoyed, 'she is here to serve us. Aren't you?'

'Yes Master.' Mary whispered to the ground. I felt the humiliation she had to endure, as if I were standing on her spot myself.

'She may be your servant,' I gritted through my teeth, 'but she isn't mine. And I will treat her with respect.'

'You are nothing with respect,' Aiden gave Mary a sign that she could leave, 'when the same person would stab you in the back the moment you turn around.'

'I highly doubt that Mary would stab me in the back with a butter knife,' I sarcasticly answered, 'but thank you for the advice.'

'You are too naive for you own good, Evelyn.'

'I shall make that decision myself, Aiden.' It was the first time I said his name out loud. It even felt strange to say.

He seemed to be almost as shocked as me at the sudden change in our 'relationship'. If you could even call it that.

What we had was far from a relation, which only left the ship. And even that felt more like a sinking ship to me.

'Alright,' He muttered as he regained his posture, 'I didn't invite you here to talk about the servants.'

'Then why am I here?' His icy grey eye lit up with some blue at the vivacity of our conversation.

It seemed that, even in his dead state of mind and body, he liked the feeling of being alive.