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It was past sundown when a servant came knocking at my door. Odette was nowhere to be found as I returned to the room. I was alone the whole afternoon.
"Fair eve, miss. Hërr Dillon wanted me to take you to the dining hall."
"He couldn't come himself?." The words came out of my mouth before I could stop it. The heck, Caoimhe?
Nanlaki ang mga mata ng babaeng tagapagsilbi pagkabukas ko ng pintuan. Her eyes trained at my ear.
"What? No one told you about the half-breed in the castle?," I asked flatly.
Agad itong napayuko. "I-I...I'm sorry miss. Forgive me for intruding." I rolled my eyes.
Glancing at my small frame in the mirror, I cringed.
I was still wearing the same dress this morning. My curls now flat, the cosmetics washed off from my face. I looked rather tired. I hurriedly braided my hair and washed my face with wet cloth. It was a sloppy work but it'll do.
Running to the door, I gave the girl a small nod. "Let's get our ass moving."
The dining room was located at the far end of the long hall after three turns to the right. Only one more turn and we would finally arrive.
My hands started sweating as we took the second earlier. It's not just Hërr Dillon but the Duke of Talia will be dining with me as well.
Maybe I should just skip dinner. I nodded at myself. I can survive a night without food.
But it was too late.
The wooden doors flashed open. My stomache grumbled in protest as the ravishing aroma hit me.
Hërr Dillon stood up from his seat, together with a good-looking man dressed in a royal blue coat seated at the top of the long table. He had the Sekhmet hair of reddish brown.
The servant pulled me a chair on his right. I stood for a second, not sure if I should follow, but when the man gave me a short nod, I moved my feet.
"You must be Caoimhe Volteir," he said, lending out a hand for me to shake. " Duke Nowel Martin of Talia. Glad to make your acquiantance."
I gave his hand a firm shake. His hand was bony and somewhat lack warmth. It was like shaking the hand of death.
"Pleasure."
The Hërr's piercing gaze was hard to ignore so I spared him a glance, he had a blank expression schooled on his face.
The supposed to be glance went further. I don't know for how long we stared at each other until someone cleared their throat.
We weren't alone.
"Brothers, take your seats," Hërr Dillon muttered.
The Knights from House of Sheilds are present as well; waiting for my arrival. With hungry eyes-not at me but directed at the closed doors. The sound of chairs scraping against the floor was enough to give me indigestion.
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