"Come in", Diviya answers from the chair shook out of her reverie.
A young girl comes in. She could be about twenty but a vampire. So the question was how long has she been twenty.
Pretty, long copper colored hair neatly slicked in a pony tail, blue eyes, about five feet seven inches.
"Hello my name is Bridget Whitfield and I am your lady in waiting." She turns toward the door, hands clasp in front of her and says "come in Anthony."
Diviya's eyes widens, isn't that the title of someone who tends to a Queen or Princess?
She has a lady in waiting??? Then it clicks to her 'the Demon KING'. Does that make her the Demon Queen or Just HIS Queen?
She laughs at the thought of being called the Demon Queen inwardly but she knew her face probably says other wise.
Nevertheless she quickly snaps out of it when Anthony came walking in pushing a trolley cart.
Looking at Diviya now, Bridget was poised in her purple skirt and jacket suit with an orange blouse, in a pair of purple and orange heels.
Accessorized to perfection. She says "this is Anthony and he is here to clear your table".
"Hello Bridget and Hi Anthony, sure please go right ahead and kindly have these left overs put away in the fridge for safe keeping for me." Diviya says taking in both Bridget and Anthony.
She focuses back on Bridget and she thought, ok she meets someone around her age again, well technically she was not but still. And a female at that. Just so many men, where were the ladies?
First was Michael and Carlton. Then it was Dracul, her mate as well. She had met a female this morning and it was Janice. Her eye brows creased at the thought of Janice once more.
But she brushes it off. Maybe Janice was just suspicious of everything.
When Anthony was completely packed and ready to go Bridget ask him to bring in the racks that was out in the corridor.
Anthony did and Diviya felt like her eyes literally came out of their sockets, they bulged out of her head and then snapped right back into place.
When he was finished with his trips there were now five racks of clothing in Diviya's room and she can see different styles of shoes on the below rack closer to the floor.
Some hand bag choices hanging about here, there and everywhere.
And it was the same with accessories.
Bridget then gestures very enthusiastically but in an elegant way at the racks and told Diviya that these are what they were able to get here on short notice. The others will be arriving later on and that she can pick something out to wear for her tour and that while she was away some assistance will be in to unstack these stacked racks.
Diviya could not believe her ears, they were deceiving her.
These were already five racks of stuff. Seriously?
But she didn't question it or want to seem unappreciative. Truly she was extremely surprised and wonders what things were going to be like.
She was not used to this, she had a comfortable and simple life before. What she is experiencing here is no simple life.
Now to the latter part, Diviya looks at herself and finds what she was wearing is normal, not really thinking again, of where she was at the moment.
However when she says her thoughts out loud and Bridget lift an eyebrow at her, reality quickly sets in again.
She was at a Castle and HIS mate. People she figured dresses to a certain standard in here as well.
She guesses they dress the part all day everyday and this is something she may just have to get use to.
"The clothes was a temporary fix until these got here. A fix you were never to leave this room in." Bridget explains with an almost scowl of disgust on her face.
At this point though Diviya was already beginning to understand that bit by bit things have changed so much in her life in such a short space of time.
She quietly moves over to the racks and starts scanning them, her fingers glides across the many different fabrics. The many different choices and the ones that she has an interest in whether it was to simply get a better look.
She would half way pull it out after parting the rack and making a little room.
Throughout Bridget would have an input or two, pointing out the different designers and brands.
Designers Diviya had only heard of but could never afford. The brands were the same. She would have to save a lot just to afford a tiny piece of that cake.
They both went on like this eventually relaxing into a nice flow of conversation.
Soon Diviya found something that was not too flashy, everything here were so extreme.
She completely pulls out a fitted dark grey dress, just two inches above the knee. With a pink flower pattern at the bottom of the dress that curves up coming midway across her stomach and runs up the front and thins out just below her bust area.
Then she looks for the perfect pair of flats. She knew there would be a lot of walking. But instead she found a beautiful pink pair of wedges. She loves it and wedges are high, sexy and comfortable.
Bridget approves and excitedly encourages Diviya to go change as Michael would be here shortly.
Diviya emerges from her walk in closet looking HOT, her hair was out and flowing down her back now, she had let it down.
She made her way to her dresser, where she touches up her lipgloss and put on some mascara with some eyeliner.
She really wanted to make an effort.
Bridget was in awe, she really approve Diviya's look and she smelled so darn good. Bridget could eat her. But she was soon to be her Queen.
"Michael is here." Bridget says and five seconds later there was a knock on the door.
"Come in" Diviya says and stood up from the chair in front the mirror.
Michael enters the room and Bridget almost had to pick up his mouth and eyes from off the floor.
He knew she was beautiful even as crazy as she was looking yesterday but this.
Wow! Just WOW!
His King was a lucky bastard. She was second to none and so was he Michael muses.
And she was not even trying.
Diviya usually puts on make up when she has to go out and even then it is just some light make up same way.
Now she feels like she may have to do full on make up just to step outside of her room. But she hope she was just over exaggerating things in her mind.
She greets Michael with a smile and she got one right back.
"Shall we?" Michael says reaching out a hand for Diviya.
"Yes" she says and walks towards him. She then told Bridget that she will see her later.
Diviya takes Michael's hand and he leads her out of the room and down the corridor.
Meanwhile Bridget presses the buzzer and calls up assistance to unpack these racks.
Dracula and the Demon King made it back to their vehicle and immediately drove off leaving the two Royal Elite Squad members parked there in the unmarked vehicle to keep an eye on Horace.
They would keep an eye out and see if he is making any sudden movements.
And if he does leave the house they will tail him from a distance.
Now Horace is a vampire, so they had to be extremely quiet and vigilant. There would be no talking while they were here. Anything to be said, would be messaged and phones were kept on silent.
The Demon King updated Dracul on the findings, not elaborating too much on Horace's private matter. But the gist of it.
In the end they deduced Horace seems harmless.
Of course the Demon King was not taking any chances either way.
Pulling up at the second suspect on the list, they observe the Elite Squad was already here.
They were still in Zoras for this next suspect.
"Ok so suspect 'Number Three', Vampire. Martel Francique, twenty nine years of age and have been twenty nine the pass twenty years and lives in the city of Zoras, also.
He lives with his young sister who is younger than him in age but older in vampire years.
She was turned before him. They share a two bedroom apartment." Adonis read the file.
He then focuses and listened carefully to the noises coming from the home they were about to visit. Trying to determine if anyone was at home and if so, how many were in the house at the time?
After listening intently for a good three minutes, Adonis figures there was only one person in that house currently and it could be the sister.
Getting out the vehicle he and Dracul made their way to the front door and knock the same as they did with Horace.
Opening the door was a young girl. With the shock of who was standing at the door it easily slips out of her hand and opens up all the way.