(Formerly Titled Kenzie)
Could a simple babysitting / Nanny job really be that dangerous? Kenzie finds out the extremely hard way when her sentimental kindness lands her in the Vampire Realm of all places. --- After the strange death of her parents...
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I had entered the largest of all the dinning rooms to find a multitude of people.
There had to be well over two hundred people here. The tables were in six rows with a seventh one at one side of the room, it ran the length of the same length as all six tables.
Every man sitting in the dinning room stood from their seat, including Lord Drayven, as I entered. I could feel heat blush my cheeks.
I froze momentarily before I remembered that I needed to say or do something, so I bowed lightly from the waist and looked to Lord Drayven where he stood at the center of the head table.
"I apologize for being late Lord Drayven." I was surprised my voice didn't crack or hint to my nervousness.
Lord Drayven nodded his head in reply but kept his face void of any emotions.
A young man dressed in a crisp uniform in the mixture of a guard and kitchen staff, I guess an usher, led me to the head table. Of course I would have to sit at the table that garnered the most attention - I sighed nervously.
Azereen smiled after previously frowning as she watched me approach. I wonder if she thought I wasn't coming.
Lady Portrova was seated next to Lord Drayven's left side, opposite from the direction I was approaching from and had noticed Lord Drayven's attention had shifted to his right before catching my approaching form. She squinted her eyes in a silent sneer then snubbed her nose and rolled her eyes once she seen my shoes. I guess that meant she didn't approve of my fashion sense.
I quickly sat next to Azereen and kept my eyes on the table as I felt hundreds of eyes eyeing me. All the men who had stood at my arrival finally sat back down.
Azereen wiggled in her seat, "Why are you late? I was worried you weren't coming?" she whispered.
The volume in the dinning hall picked up as everyone continued their conversations they had paused from when I had entered.
I gently leaned closer to Azereen before answering, "I'm sorry. I lost track of time. I'll make it up to you this afternoon." Azereen smiled and nodded her head happily.
Lord Drayven must have heard our exchange because his previously impassive expression minutely changed to a soft smile for the briefest moment before disappearing again.
I noticed the wine goblet in front of me and picked it up about to drink until I remembered it was probably blood wine. I sniffed it and smiled. It was the same wine Lydia gave me. They must have filled my goblet without others knowing it wasn't blood wine they were pouring, I thought to myself.In relief, I took a large sip. Normally, I wouldn't even be considering drinking wine first thing in the morning but at that moment, I needed it.
