Lady seraphina sat in her room with Lady Vivienne as they sipped their tea. "Lady Seraphine, hope you had a pleasant night?" Lady Vivienne asked.
"Indeed, Lady Vivienne. I had a delightful night. And how about you? Did you have a pleasant night as well?" Lady Seraphina responded calmly.
"I did, thank you. About yesterday Lady Seraphina, we can't possibly allow that Modest Vampire to affront us can we?"
Lady Vivienne expressed pointing to the issue of Olivia dismissing their greeting for the Meeting of the Mistresses.
Lady Seraphina's smile promptly vanished on been reminded of the affront.
"Obviously we can't let her off. Even if she is Azriel's wife, we won't let her slip through the cracks. She is also his Mistress very much like us" Lady Seraphina spat out of resentment.
Lady Vivienne and Lady Seraphina, the feared duo, wore wicked grins as they exchanged knowing glances. Their cunning personalities were legendary, and the fact of Azriel, cherishing a vampire filled them with fury. They vowed to teach her a harsh lesson for daring to neglect their esteemed positions.
"What do you think we should do Lady Seraphina?" Lady Vivienne asked as she moved closer to Lady Seraphina.
Lady Seraphina pondered for a moment, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "We should devise a scheme to teach Olivia a lesson she won't soon forget," she suggested, a devious smile playing on her lips. "Perhaps we could tarnish her reputation. What do you think, Lady Vivienne?"
Lady Vivienne nodded with a bright smile.
"I have an even better idea, Lady Seraphina"
Lady Vivienne moves even closer and whispered into Lady Seraphina's ear.
Lady Vivienne's whispered idea seemed to have struck a chord with Lady Seraphina. Her eyes widened in astonishment as she processed the cunning plan. "Good gracious, Lady Vivienne, you truly possess remarkable wisdom," she exclaimed, a mix of admiration and excitement in her voice.
"We'll surely do that" Lady Seraphina spoke with a bright smile.
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Olivia, in her room, dedicated herself to perfecting her swordplay. With her hair stylishly tied in a bun atop her head, she focused intently on each movement of the carved wooden sword. Her gown moving with her. Her determination and grace were evident as she immersed herself in the art of combat.
As Olivia fiercely wielded the wooden sword, her movements carried not only determination but also a seething anger.
The thought of Azriel's Mistresses seeing her for one of them ignited a furious fire within her.
The absence of Azriel, coupled with the unanswered questions about his involvement with them, only fueled her rage.
Thoughts of him enjoying their company swirled in her mind, intensifying her anger with each passing moment.
In a surge of anger, Olivia's emotions overpowered her, and without a second thought, she forcefully thrust forward, shattering the mirror before her. The shards scattered, reflecting the intensity of her fury.
The broken mirror inflicted a deep cut upon her. The pain mirrored the turmoil within her, serving as a physical reminder of her anger and frustration.
As Olivia's legs gave way beneath her, she collapsed onto the ground, her breath trembling with a mix of exhaustion and emotional turmoil.
In a moment of self-reflection, she questioned the validity of her anger, realizing that Azriel's choices were ultimately his own.
With a determined mantra, she repeated to herself, "Why should I be bothered? His decisions with his Mistress are none of my concern. I don't care."
Then tears began to stream down her face without permission.
As tears streamed down Olivia's cheeks, she gently touched her face, bewildered by the unexpected surge of emotions. She whispered to herself, "Why am I shedding these tears? What is causing this overflow of emotions?" The answers eluded her, leaving her feeling both confused and vulnerable.
Olivia's grip on the wooden sword tightened, her other hand trembling uncontrollably. The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning - she needed blood.
It had been days since she last drank blood, and the effects were taking a toll on her. Her body convulsed with shivers, her thoughts becoming muddled. With great effort, she rose from the ground, pain coursing through her body as she staggered towards the door, desperate for help.
"Someone, please... Help," she pleaded, her voice sounding different, a reflection of her dire situation. This unfamiliar feeling was overwhelming, challenging her belief that she could be different, independent of blood for survival. She now understood she had been mistaken.
Her trembling hand reached for the doorknob, only to find it locked from the outside. Panic surged through Olivia's veins as her world seemed to crumble around her. With limited options and time slipping away, she was left wondering, "What am I going to do now?"
Olivia clawed at the door desperately, her mind consumed by a fog of confusion. She sank to the floor, her body trembling uncontrollably. It wasn't the cold that caused her shivers, but a deep-rooted fear and desperation. Her once neatly tied hair came loose, cascading around her like a curtain, as she rocked herself back and forth in a feeble attempt to find solace. The weight of her situation bore down on her, intensifying with each passing moment.
As she sat there, lost in her own anguish, a sudden tightness gripped her throat. It felt as if an invisible hand was constricting her airway, making it increasingly difficult to breathe. The color drained from her skin, leaving her complexion unnaturally pale. The realization of her deteriorating condition only heightened her panic.
In that moment, Olivia's mind raced, desperately searching for a lifeline. She needed blood, and she needed it urgently. The hunger within her grew stronger with each passing second, fueling her desperation. Her thoughts, once muddled, now sharpened with a singular focus - survival.
But where could she find the blood she so desperately craved? Her mind raced through the possibilities. Should she seek out a willing donor, someone who could understand her plight? Or perhaps she should venture out into the night, searching for a source of sustenance that would satiate her hunger. But she needed it now and couldn't even leave the palace.
As she contemplated her next move, Olivia's body continued to betray her. The shivers persisted, her hair flowing around her like a haunting veil. The rocking motion became more pronounced, a futile attempt to calm her racing heart. The tightening in her throat only grew more suffocating, as if the world itself was closing in on her.
Her vision began to blur and before she passed out, a name tumbled out of her mouth. "Azriel" then she blacked out.