After they entered, Damon asked,
"Would you like to take a bath?"
Really. She hadn't bath for two days straight, and he's asking her if she liked to take a bath. Didn't he know? Isn't that the most cringed thing to ask her? To begin with.
"Yes, master." She replied.
"Okay wear this when you're done."
Damon said and handed her a dress, on a hanger. I don't get it. When did he get her this cloth? This man is full of mysteries.
"I'll be back." He added and left.
Manandra didn't trust him enough to change outside. So she went to the bathroom and undressed. She was shocked by the way the bathroom was modernized. Like a freaking shower, water closet, etc. Are there
like, is it supposed to be so? Her stomach grumbled, then she realized she hadn't eaten, since morning.
She, under the shower, and the hot water, steamed down her body. She just felt calm. She just wanted to be alone. She kept her brain blank, without thinking of anything, and just allowed the shower to be a dream sound to her ears. She spent about 30 minutes, just pouring water on her body. When she came out she was refreshed.
She dried up with them towel she saw in the bathroom. She wasn't sure if she was suppose to use it. But she used it anyways, and dried her hair, as much as she can.
She wore the dress, and it was looking nice. It was a night gown, that just made her to look like a doll. The dress had two layers, and the first was netty. It had a collar, with buttons, dragged down to the chest. The collar, the buttons, and the end of her wrist where white. While the rest of the gown was grey. Seemed like a 15 century doll.
She looked around, and got a good view of the room. It was classic. It was so old, this style structure of houses, where no more done. This was when ladies, wore huge dresses, almost as daily wear. And where men, where all natural, and elegant. Where monarchical systems reigned, and everything was basically decided by that. So different from the time she was supposed to be in.
It not that this structure of house was any better. But now a days houses, where developed. Candles, where the source of light in this room. After all, the candles, and the fire place, really lit up the room well. All though the room was quite big.
But they where a lot of disadvantages, of this style, of building. Like there was no electricity, so she couldn't dry her hair. So water, continuously dripped down her to cloth. I know its not major, but electricity, can be used for so many other major things, that she was limited to, apart from drying her hair. Just then the master came in saw her just standing there. With her huge a hair, dripping water, all over her cloth, like a drizzling rain forest.
"How do you like the gown?" Damon asked Manandra.
"Its really pretty, but its old school."
"Ohhhh." He said. As he walked up her, and looked deep into her eyes. Tucking some hair by her ear. Her heart raised. Damn! He was handsome.
"You look pretty, when water drips down your face."
Manandra blushed. But tried so hard, not to show it. Why would he even comment her. To bad he had to dry it up. He went to his wardrobe, brought out a towel, and handed it to her.
"Hear you go he said."
Manandra, basically scrubbed her hair, roughly with the towel. In the name she was drying it. Damon actually felt bad for her poor skull.
"Whao, whoa cupcake. No."
DID HE JUST CALL ME CUPCAKE. WHAT!!! Manandra thought.
"Come sit." He gestured for her to sit on the ground, In between his legs. While he was on the bed.
He started to dry her hair slowly, calmly, and elegantly. In all state of tendency. Manandra even wanted to sleep. Because of how pleasurable it was. Manandy really wanted to sleep, but her stomach kept on grumbling. Slowly, the sweetness over came the hunger, and she started to drift away. When Damon interrupted.
"I'm done." He said, and went to keep the towel.
What! Just when she started to drift into sleep, that's when he remembers, he was done. She was just starting to get angry, when she heard a knock on the door.
Damon opened it, and it was Charles, with the food, on a trolley.
"Ohhhh Charles. Almost thought you weren't coming again." Damon said.
"Sorry master. It took longer than expected."
"There is no problem."
"Did, you get me the blood tea?" Damon asked.
"No master. I can't get you that sir have you forgotten. It's not part of the rules. "
"Ohhh I see already caring about me already. Thanks. Almost forgot.
Damon took the trolley and rolled it back in. While Charles left. "Rules, what rules." Manandra thought.
Manandra stood up and Damon sat on the bed
"Sit time to eat." Damon told her.
Ughhh must he talk like as if I don't know.
Manandra sat on the bed and was about to take a bite, of the many delicacies before her. When Damon said;
"Ahhhhh"
With a fork that had beef and was trying to lure her to eat. The kind of thing you would do to make kids eat. Was he trying to feed her.
"What! Master are you trying to feed me."
"Yes of course."
"Why."
"So you will eat."
"But I know how to eat."
"But you didn't eat well the last time."
"Ammm no."
"Don't play dump. You were so emotional that you lost appetite."
"How did he freaking know. Like can you hide anything from this man.
Manandra thought. Disadvantages of staying with a demon. An immortal." Ughhh. Manandra thought.
"Yes but I'm not emotional now." But Damon proceeded to feed her.
"Ammm no master...."
"Okay fine. Guess your not hungry." Damon said . Covering the food.
"Yes I'm hungry. But. I know how to feed my self."
She said as she took a bite from the boiled potatoes, And ate.
"See." She added.
"Okay." He said as Manandra took a fork.
"How about now." Damon added.
Suddenly a cracking noise sounded. Followed by Mandy screams. Her hand was twisted.
"Now you can eat." Damon told her.
"But."
"You must eat. You know how to feed your self right."
"But my hand."
"Eat now."
Mandy could see how serious he was. She knew she had to eat. So she decided to use the other hand to eat. But Damon told her to use the hand she used before. And he was dead serious. He wasn't joking so she began to eat in immerse pain.
I mean what kind of person was he. What was even wrong with him. Like because she wanted to feed a grown up person like her. Even though he is older that her with thousand of years, doesn't matter. And she refused he did this. Is this petty. I mean I don't even know what to call this right now.
Like he went to far.
She started to eat as she sobbed in pain. What she thought would be pleasure is now miserable.
She ate very little and said she was done. But Damon told her to eat more, cause they both know that she wasn't. She did, but this time she ate enough. At that moment they heard a knock.
"Come in." Damon said and Andrew stepped.
The moment he stepped in, he sighted Manandra and Damon on the bed and his face twisted. Like she was even sitting on the bed what. Ohh so it was because of her he ordered all this delicacies.
Just one her. What is she, a titan. But she doesn't look to happy. Andrew thought. As Manandra looked at him with her teary eyes.
Thats a good sign. Common you guys, tell me that's a good sign. I'm sure Damon is being a bitch to her right now. Never seen that side of him huh. Manandra. Andrew chuckled in his mind.
" Ohhh Andrew. Just in time." Damon said,
and Andrew handed him a scroll.
"Master, the chart you asked for." Andrew said took the trolly, and left.
Manandra was still glaring at Damon. when he said;
"Doesn't hurt?"
Seriously, what kind of question is that. Mandy thought so she said;
"How could you hurt my hand and still ask if it hurts." Your dumb. Of course she didn't say that last part at loud.
"How would I know. I'm costumed to pain."
"Really."
"Okay let me see. Damon said, and proceeded to take her hand.
"Leave me." Manandra said. Call her stupid. But she was not ready for him to touch her, one bit.
"Let me see "
"Leave me alone."
"Fine then. Have your hands."
He took the scroll that Andrew had handed him and read.
Mandy kept on sending death glares, and obviously, Damon noticed it.
He turned to look at her, and Mandy continued glaring at him in anger.
They where staring at each other for a while. One minute, going to two minutes. When Damon broke the silence and said;
"Okay give me your hand."
But Manandra didn't move or answer.
IN HIS ARMS.😳🥰
"Sorry please let me see." Damon begged a bit, as he took her hand, and closed his hands, on hers. And that pain stopped. Her hand was healed.
"Is that better now."
He asked. But Manandra was still angry so she didn't answer. She just stood up, and proceeded to lie on the ground.
"Manandra. Is that where you laid the last time."
Manandra just stood up and laid on the bed. Shifting away from him as possible. Without an answer. And Damon had already adjusted for her.
She gave a very wide gap between them and the both lie down. While Manandra backed him.
"Manandra." Damon called out
"Manandra" Damon called out again. But she didn't answer.
Manandra knew not answering him like this. Is considered disrespectful. Cause apparently, he is her superior, but she was ready for the worst. She wanted to snub that bitch.
"Manandra." He called again . But she still didn't answer.
"Okay sorry. Sorryyy. Pls okay." And Damon didn't even know why he was apologizing like this.
"Come . Come." He said. And dragged her to him. Into his arms.
Manandra didn't even resist. Like she was shocked. Cause he is even pleading an apology.
He drew her. And before Manandra knew it she was resting on his chest. She was in his arms. As her head was on his chest. She could feel his rock hard warm chest. That was surprisingly comfie. (Comfortable). She blushed in shock. Knowing the kind of position she was in with him.
"I'm sorry okay. Sometimes I can get jealous. Or this little malicious demon side of me just pops out. I'm sorry you had to experience that." Damon said as he stroke and patted her head.
"Are you happy."
Manandra replied "yes." But she was so awkward that she attempted to shift away. But as luck would have it Damon resisted. So she didn't try again. Not to spoil the peace.
"Are you still going to see the humans?" Damon asked
"Yes yes. I am."
"I hope you can really face it."
But Manandra didn't get what he meant by that statement. And she started to fall asleep so she didn't ask anymore question.
The way he stroke her head, kept her in a dreamy state. So much though that Manandra didn't realize when she slept in the arms of a Demon prince.
Damon he himself was shocked. He had never apologized to anyone like that. He had apologized once or twice. But not like this. And never been this close with any female. Anyone in fact. And here he was the lowest rank of beings. A human. Embracing her.
WAS HE CATCHING FEELINGS?
Damon eventually slept off. Not understanding himself. He had not slept for two days though, it didn't do him anything. But being with this human girl made him do so.