Lady Opaline La Fay sat on the leaning chair in front of the fireplace, all alone by herself, while listening to the faint crackling sound made by the burning of the log of woods and also the soft sound of the rain from outside the house.
Her hand was placed on her baby bump, gently caressing the child growing inside her belly. She worried for the safety of the child. Worried by thinking that her child wouldn't be able to see the world, which in one way was good because of the filth and gore that surrounded the place. But at the same time, she wished to hold her child in her arms and to love it unconditionally.
But the world where they lived, especially for the witches, wasn't safe.
She pushed her body from the chair and made her way out of the living room after watching one of the candles extinguish itself. The servant of the house, Sullivan, had not fallen asleep as he was guarding the house against any possible surprise attack that could take place.
