The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 81: Is It Freedom Or Is It A Different Devil? II

Chapter 81: Is It Freedom Or Is It A Different Devil? II

"Why do you think the vampire king gave us out to the lord?" Malika queried as she twirled the fork between her fingers thoughtfully.

"Maybe he was tired, I guess and lord Damien claimed he needed more maids, so it was probably his way of getting rid of us." Rama said with a forced chuckle, while Malika pouted.

Rama steered clear from telling her the truth, it was a confusingly long twist of a story and would undoubtedly bother the girl, it was better to carry her burden alone, than share it with her.

"So we’re never going back." Malika said, her voice was a tad dull in comparison to her high pitched one full of excitement, her amber eyes retained a flicker of dismay.

Malika was a bit gloomy, she didn’t want to admit to it, but her heart stung a bit knowing she was never going to see lord Zamiel again, their fate together was barely hanging on a thin string threatening to break any moment.

Her appetite magically disappeared, making it a hassle for her to gulp down the food she was chewing, she resoluted to using water.

"Is something wrong?" Rama asked, noticing her gloomy demeanour.

Malika realized there was no use in spilling the truth anymore, their future together was already inconceivable, she would just forget about him and move on, she was never supposed to possess any sort of feeling toward him in the first place, it didn’t even seem right.

"It’s nothing, I’m just tired." Malika said and Rama stared at her for a long moment before nodding.

The door suddenly burst open to reveal two figures strutting into the room. From their physical features, she noticed they were both humans, a young looking male a bit older than them and an older looking female around her mid fifties.

The young man had a shoulder length brown hair which was tied up in a ponytail, fairly good looking and from the looks of things, she could tell they were servants in the vampire lord’s mansion, even though they looked more pleasing than the maids back in the castle, it wasn’t surprising either way.

"Hello, I’m Lyla and this is Andre, we’re both servants of the household and the lord of the house have ordered us to show you both to your chambers." The older woman spoke, a smile reaching her eyes, making her have more wrinkles than she did.

They seemed nice, too nice unlike the vile maids back in the castle, probably because there was no fight for power amongst the female humans, but something felt off with the way they were being treated like guests rather than lowly captives.

Andre flashed a charming smile at Malika, making her turn her face away timidly, while Rama responded to them.

"Thank you, lets go Malika." Rama said as she returned the smile.

They both followed the servants out of the dining area, as they strode through the hall in utter silence.

"I’ll take you to your chamber, he’ll take her to hers." Lyla said when they reached the intersection of the hallway, while Rama’s brows creased in confusion.

With the way she kept mentioning chamber, her mind kept eliciting a real chamber in her head, which made her even more confused because she was a maid, so wasn’t she supposed to sleep in the maids quarters? She pondered inwardly.

Rama shot the young man a skeptical look, he seemed harmless and he wouldn’t dare do something stupid in a vampire lord’s house.

"He won’t lay a finger on her ma’am, are you her sister?" Lyla queried, seeing how protective the lady was.

"Yes, I’ll be glad to know she reached her chamber safely." Rama said and Andre nodded with a smile before moving towards the opposite direction, while Malika followed as she waved at her like a little girl.

"Come on." Lyla said as they continued walking down the hallway until they arrived in front of a door.

"Everything you need is in there, a hot bath has been prepared but if you need help, don’t hesitate to ring a maid." Lyla said politely.

"Thank you." Rama said as she watched her retreat from sight, her retreating back fading into the dark halls until she finally disappeared from her view.

She wondered why she was being cared for like a guest and even though lord Damien seemed friendly, it still felt rather unpredicted of him to go that far.

She realized it wasn’t a deal after all, but rather he had helped her escape the castle just to give her a comfortable life in his mansion, all for company?

The door was adorned with intricate designs which led to a room of opulent darkness as she pushed it open. As it creaks open, the scent of aged leather and polished wood wafts out, tinged with a hint of smoky incense that swirls the air.

The scent of parchment mingles with the room’s fragrance, creating an almost scholarly ambiance.

The soft glow of sconces lining the walls cast an eerie radiance, revealing lavish details in the room. A grand canopy bed laid in the center of the room, it’s heavy curtains cascading down in rich velvety folds.

The bed was adorned with ebony and garnet fabrics, their textures inviting to the touch, but she made a resolution to take a bath first.

Deep within the canopy, crimson silk drapes creates an aura of intimacy, while the mattress layered with plush cushions offered an indulgent haven.

She moved toward an elaborate book shelf carved from dark mahogany, flicking the books with her fingers, as she gazed at them in interest. The shelves were filled with ancient tomes, some bound in leather, others covered in dust.

Nearby, a writing desk was positioned under a gothic arced window, inviting sunlight to pool over intricate parchments and delicate quills. She smiled at the sight of it, at least she could write and suffice her time.

An ornate chaise lounge, upholstered in midnight blue velvet, beckons from the corner. The fabric was cool to the touch, contrasting with the subtle warmth emanating from the roaring fireplace set into another wall.

The scent of burning wood fills the room, mingling with the distant scent of roses from a vase of blood red blossoms on a side table.

Mirrors with dark elaborate carved frames hang strategically, their surfaces occasionally revealing glimpses of the undead vampire king himself, moving with fluid grace.

She fluttered her lashes frantically, peering her eyes into the mirror as the glimpse suddenly disappeared to reveal nothing on it, it was only an hallucination of her mind playing tricks on her.

The room’s overall atmosphere was that of a shadowy elegance where luxury meets a hint sinister allure and every detail seems carefully chosen to maintain the ambiance of darkness and power that the vampire lord commands.

She opened the wardrobe made of smooth mahogany wood and exquisite dresses for noblewomen graced her sight. It was her room, so obviously the clothes would be hers, she only hoped it would fit.

She snatched a jade gown as she sighed before moving through a door inside the room, as it led to the bathing room.

She peeled her old clothes off, as her gaze narrowed to the steamy water filling the tub to the brim.

She immersed her body into the water, scrubbing her skin with scented oils and soap. She washed her hair thoroughly before rinsing, making her sigh in relief as she felt utterly refreshed, but she stayed longer in the water as she soaked her tired limbs in it before emerging out.

She cleaned up dry before taking the beautiful dress that made her eyes stand out. She clad herself in the dress and surprisingly, it fit perfectly, hugging her in the bodice, as it flowed freely from the waist and flaunting her curves in the beautiful dress.

She came out of the bathing room, she stood in front of the mirror, as she stared back at her reflection, ignoring her uncombed wet strands of hair, although it didn’t dissuade the beauty.

The gown was a stunning creation, crafted from the finest silky jade fabric that shimmered with an ethereal glow.

Its flowing silhouette draped elegantly, accentuating her figure while allowing graceful movement. The color shifted with the dim light, ranging from deep emerald to delicate seafoam, creating an entrancing visual effect.

Delicate pleats and intricate embroidery adorned the bodice and hem, adding a touch of intricate artistry to the gown’s already breathtaking allure. As Rama moved, the gown rustles softly like the whisper of a gentle breeze, adding an enchanting musical quality to its beauty.

She twirled round, but not even a hint of genuine delight graced her countenance, she had grown numb and unfeeling to the touch, could she ever truly have a genuine smile graze her lips again? She pondered hopelessly.

Freedom or not, she realized it didn’t matter anymore, her body could be free but her soul would still be locked in an abyss of despair and emptiness for all of eternity.