Florah looked at the king with eyes as wide as saucers. She was stunned by his words.
'Me in the play. What was going on?'
Up until now, she simply listened to the men talk while staying still unless called upon.
She was surprised to know that the king had actually written a play for his entertainment as well as his guests.
However, she was stunned by his next words when he said that she would be the female lead.
She had never acted a day in her life, and now the King had put her on the spot to perform in front of all his esteemed guests.
She looked between her master and the supposed director of the play, feeling lightheaded by all that was happening.
She wanted to protest, but she knew it would all be for nought, knowing that the man didn't care what she thought.
"This is truly a great honour, Your Highness. I will be sure to pour my heart and soul into it. I promise not to disappoint you," the man bowed over and over dramatically like the king had given a province.
"Is what I expect," Gavriel said, standing up.
"This one will come in the morning to rehearse with the others, make sure to groom her well."
"I would hate for anything not to go as scripted." The king emphasized his last statement warning the man not to change a thing, but his eyes locked with his maid's who looked like wet kitten.
With that said, the king marched out, and Florah followed, walking in a trance like a compelled doll.
Back in the castle, the crisp sound of cutlery bounced on the high solid walls of the castle's dining hall.
Jeremiah sat lazily on the left side of the table, eating absent-mindedly. All he could think about was how he hadn't yet caught a glimpse of his idiotic friend nor the king.
He didn't want to think of what could have possibly happened.
Like her being dead already given the cruel ways of the king. Who killed easily without batting an eye or considering the possible consequences.
The man was even rumoured to have killed his own parents, which most people silently agreed with but never voiced out, and the king 'Gavriel Thornhart' never bothered to say a word of it
He felt someone at the table glance his way from time to time. He knew who that person was, but he cared less.
He only hoped for 'Lorah' to be fine. And when he got her out of that vampire's clutches, she would have to answer to him only.
He never had any appetite to begin with,now he was just playing with the half cooked meat on his plate.
He decided to leave, standing up, and he bowed a little to the people at the table. "Excuse me," he said and left the dining hall.
The silent and awkward atmosphere still hanged among the people seated at the long dining table, each in their own thoughts.
"How is the North doing, Duke Tarvald?" Duke Elvis Davidson asked, breaking the silence.
Duke Lester, who was slowly sipping his blood, looked at the human and smiled softly, already knowing which direction this conversation would take.
Adjusting his body in a more comfortable position, the brown haired man smiled and said, "The North has been doing fine. Thank you for your concern, Duke Davidson."
"Oh please, anyone would show concern for the North given what has been happening, those poor people." The Duke of the South continued.
"Well, thanks to the iron law in the North, those hooligans were put to rest," Lady Roselinda chimed in.
"Sure, those filthy creatures were put to rest, but did their actions stop. I recently heard of a report that there were about five more dead casualties, and this time, the victims were little children." Duke Elvis went on.
This captured the attention of the people at the table who turned to look at Lester, questions in their eyes.
Lester was calm. He only wondered how the man had come to know of such confidential information.
It seems he had to teach someone a lesson when he went back home. 'Tch, tch such a drag,' he complained internally.
He looked back at the intrusive eyes of men and women at the table and said, "That has been taken care of, and new laws have been set. The perpetrators are now with their maker." Lester gave them a vague explanation.
"I am touched that Duke Davidson was able to know and show concern for the predicaments of the people of the North. That must have occupied your time while the witches were seeking refugee in the South." Lester circled the conversation back to the old Duke.
Now, the questioning eyes shifted to look at human Duke. " You don't have to bother yourselves with that, because as soon as we found out where those wretched creatures were hiding, we sent out a team to capture them but it was unfortunate that most of them fled during the fight that erupted." The man lied slyly through his teeth.
"Well, that matter isn't to be taken lightly Duke Davidson because the witches bring a series of misfortune wherever they go," the Marquess Francis Thornhart warned, breaking his silence from the time he had arrived.