Florah stood up slowly stepping out of the bathtub, she walked to her case. She opened it to see that her belongings were in the same way she left them.
Putting two and two together, she concluded that the king must have told that maid to bring it for her so that she could have something to wear.
"Well that's unusually thoughtful" Florah thought confused.
'But weren't all maids required to wear there uniform'. She wondered looking at her normal clothes that lay in the case.
Without thinking any more of it, she grabbed her cotton plain cream dress that was another gift from Jeremiah.
Although the dress was plain but the fabric was of good quality, it had straps at the back that made a criss cross pattern when tied.
The dress hugged her waist and let loose at the bottom, it puffed at the shoulders and covered her bosom well. It only revealed her collarbones and part of her back which was covered by her slightly wet hair.
She had tried drying it by wringing the water out but that didn't work well so she picked a cloth from her case and squeezed her hair through it which got most of the water out but left it damp.
Having trouble tying the straps at the back of her dress, she tied them loose hurriedly trying to get out of the bathroom remembering the King's words.
Wrapping her wet dress with the cloth she had used to dry her hair, she put them back in the box closed it and carried it to the side.
Opening the bathroom door, she entered the bedroom and walked further inside to see the king seated on the maroon well cushioned sofa seeping his red drink fully clothed.
Gavriel wore a loose off white shirt which was unbuttoned at the top with biege trousers and black shoes.
He looked at her intently, sizing up her figure. Her dress caught his attention, its simple design and rich fabric was not something a village girl could afford. But here was his maid who used to work in a local restaurant in a peasant village wearing the dress like it was tailored for her.
"My Butler tells me that you used to work in a local restaurant called 'MADDY'S' was it". The king looked to be in thought.
Florah calmly looked at the man and said "Yes, your highness. I used to work there". She had come up with that lie thinking she would be working in the castle's kitchen.
Gavriel's senses were all intent on catching the slightest change in the girl but to his amusement the girl was better than he thought.
This time her lie was smooth, eyes clear and nerves settled.
Florah had prepared herself for any questions that the king would throw her way. She remembered how she learnt to control her emotions. That peaceful night when she had begged her best friend to take her out of her small house.
Several seasons back,
At a rooftop somewhere in the Zadroth Empire, A young vampire and a beautiful young lady sat at the edge of a tall building.
"Hhihi" the girl giggled at her frowning friend that she had tricked into bringing her to the town he lived.
"Sshhhh" Jeremiah shushed Florah. "Someone might hear you" he warned.
Florah made a zipping motion with her fingers on her mouth. Jeremiah just rolled his eyes at the reckless brat and said seriously "Only thirty minutes and then am taking you back".
Florah's well shaped eyebrows frowned not wanting to go back to her small house.
She wondered how she could convince her friend to let her stay with him and not send her back to that village.
The people there never talked to her and were mostly hostile and rude towards her, she didn't like it there.