Under the vampire Lord's protection-Chapter 191: Good friends

Dinner time came and went, but when Ada got ready to roll the trolley out from whence it came, Arabella took her by the hand.

"Ada, would you stay with me for a little longer?" her pleading eyes bore into Ada’s, "With Katherine sick, Allegra will be filling in for her and to be honest with you, she does scare me a bit," she grimaced, "I know it is the end of your shift and if you want to leave, I’ll understand, I merely thought-"

"I’ll stay, of course, I’ll stay," Ada nodded profusely, letting go of the trolley to hold Arabella’s hands in return.

The maid guided the young woman towards the bed where they both sat next to each other.

"I don’t want to be a burden," Arabella’s eyes stuck to the brilliant moon gaping at them through the window.

"What? Why ever would you even think so low of yourself?" Ada’s brows knitted together, tightening her grip a little around Arabella’s fingers.

"I just feel I have to say it out loud because my actions lately don’t exactly reflect it," her blank stare was only interrupted by blinking.

The stars would have shied away from her gaze if not for the light the moon imbued them with that night.

In response to her words, Ada started patting her hair from the top of her head then trailing the soft strands down her back, repeatedly, over and over again.

"There were seven of them, but I only heard the name of two," the young woman swallowed her own saliva, "The first I’d met was named Ammund and the second was Vali,"

The maid did not immediately comprehend her sayings but did not cut her off to ask and instead allowed the tale to carry on.

"Ammund was not kind. He wasn’t the trustworthy type, but Vali was," the strain overtaking her vocal cords became audible, "He genuinely believed he was doing right by me and my father. He said he was taking me where I belonged. The man wasn’t soft by any means but there was warmth in his eyes. I know. I’ve seen it," she nodded to her own words, features crumpling the longer the story went on.

"It wasn’t his decision to make," Ada’s tone was firm, eyes strictly on Arabella, "For as long as you’re not hurting anyone then where you belong is up to you," her voice never faltered once throughout that sentence.

"Yes, but I keep thinking that he was somehow duped to believing he was doing me or the world a favor. I just wonder what story my father fed him... I-"

"It’s not the presence of warmth buried deep into people’s eyes that truly matters, it’s whether it reaches people around them that does," Ada went from patting her hair to doing the same with her hands.

"His didn’t reach me, but It still mattered to me because I...," her chin trembled, the air seemingly being sucked out of her lungs momentarily, "Because I saw it fade from his eyes, along with the color that once lived in them when...," her voice died down completely.

"It’s alright," the maid rubbed little circles on her back, "You are safe here with me. You can say it,"

"I did not shut my eyes quickly enough," the first gasp and tears escaped her control, "And when I finally did, it was too late. It was all I could see. There was no erasing that image," she slowly shook her head.

With both hands, Ada cupped Arabella’s cheeks, turning the young woman’s face towards herself, "You have to say it out loud. What did you see, Arabella?" soft as silk her voice was.

The maid used her thumbs to wipe at the streaming tears.

Her fixed yet relaxed demeanor gave Arabella some much needed focus in order to align her thoughts properly.

Her gemstones gained the strength to look back at the sienna brown irises facing her.

"Vali was the first to die at the hands of none other than Alpha Cynric. He’d dug his claws into the man’s neck with such ease... It rooted me in place, but he wasn’t done with him just yet. No, he had to yank his hand back until everything contained inside of Vali’s throat burst out, splattering everything around them," during that account, not once did Arabella blink.

Again, Ada said nothing, holding it all just for the sake of allowing the young woman a chance to come forward with the images that had been haunting her for the past few days.

"The light in his eyes was still waning as his body hit the floor," she tried and failed to keep her figure from shaking, "The second victim was the smallest man in the group. I think he might’ve been the youngest too... His neck had been snapped so quickly, so harshly that his entire head separated from the rest of his body. Do you know what the sound of such horrid vision is like, Ada?" her breathing grew louder and shallower, "It comes in slow waves and scratches at every part of your ears. It...," her voice abandoned her in the middle of that sentence and only returned when she spoke of something else, "The wolf folk thought I was crazy for feeling the way I do about it all,"

"You are not crazy!" Ada shook her head, "You are not," she muttered softly, gently guiding the young woman’s head towards her own chest.

"I am sorry, Ada. I am sorry for putting you through all of this," she whispered.

"Here we go again with the apologies," A meek chuckle escaped the maid, "You told me once that you considered me a friend. Say, does that still stand? Do you still see me as such?"

"Of course!" Arabella’s cries halted just long enough for her to express that indignation.

"Then this right here is what good friends are meant for. This is what friends do for each other,"

In reply, Arabella wrapped her arms around Ada’s middle and cried louder into her chest.

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As its syrupy melody persisted, the vibration in Ada’s chest tipped Arabella to the fact that the voice was emanating from the maid... From her friend.

Soon enough, words replaced the crooning, easily decipherable for they were familiar, straight from the so famous song, "Motherland" she sang them.

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