In the greenhouse garden in the Carlyle estate, there are black roses, which have been closed while she is gone. The noon sunlight filtered by the clear glass covering the entire garden with its bright hot rays. A round table, adorned with a black tablecloth, and a centerpiece of a crimson flower that is delicately fed by the blood of the Viscountess.
The lady made from the north the fine teacups and saucers. Each designed floral pattern is similar to the garden's black roses.
Viscountess Carlyle, holding her enormous umbrella beside her, is Rosaline, with Emily in the back.
"Do you remember this place sweetie???" the lady ask in a calm sweet tone. The nostalgia of the place when she was a child is a place where mother and daughter would bond from time to time. A place in which Viscountess remembers her past, her past connection to her family in the abyss. The black flower originated from the chaotic lands of the south. A place where the Viscountess was born from the result of a human-vampire fantasy.
"Yes, Mother, I remember every moment," she answered, fully focused on the roses that were not meant to exist in the land of humans. The winds of warmth become cold and froze, even Emily is now freezing from the cold.
She sat down and whispered in Rosaline's ears.
"You know, sweetie am so curious about your existence. Are you a gift by the gods we raced once try to fight.?"
"I don't know about that, but my existence may be merely an anomaly." Rosaline answered in a dull voiced, starting at the black roses.
The Viscountess stands up and patted the soft hair of Rosaline. Its icy hands but warmth at the same time feel the ease releasing the pressure earlier.
"But still you're my daughter, so fight the Goddess of fate herself. Look at me and your father a couple barricaded by fate." She shouted.
"My lady, the tea is now prepared," Emily announced. The servant pushed a cart and placed on it are the cakes and tea prepared earlier.
Viscountess held the hands of Rosaline and guided her to the round table in the center. The sunlight of the noon concentrates on the roundtable. It's not hot, but the Viscountess is trying her best to cover herself from the sun.
The Umbrella overshadowing the Viscountess beauty. In one even during the night, most young noble men lose their consciousness after witnessing her.
She handed over Emily the Umbrella so she can hold it for her to cover her from the light
"Sweetie what do you like, this cake from the north, the cake from the capital or this cake that I made myself?" Viscountess Asked showing a sliced cake of red bloody cake saying help me.
She made a black dark cake, having a red fluid leaking from the inside.
"Mother, it will not explode, right??" she asked, confused by the cake's weird design. The reddish smoke it emits for every leaked red fluid that comes out.
"Heeeeeeelp," a delayed sound coming from it.
"It is not people's right," Rosaline asked, piercing the cake with her fork and confirming if it was alive or not.
*Maybe it is alive, much worse. Have consciousness!* she thought, looking at the slightly moving cake.
"No, it's not human." She answered.
"Oh, thank y…"
"If it's not a human to begin with or a human has done it to become not human ."
The cold air covered the whole, and the feel of hot sunlight faded, replacing it with a similar blizzard from the north.
"I know you're not a normal child, but still you are my child, so you might know what I mean, right?"
Rosaline looks again at the food. Remorse she felt earlier disappeared. The concept of an original human becoming a non-human is something taboo.
The curse of dark and light magic, the use of higher levelled authority magic. That is why saints live not past 24 years old unless the gods or goddess grant you blessings.
"So what it did do, Mother?" Rosaline asked, slowly piercing her fork to the alive cake.
Viscountess gently claps, not bothering the birds nearby.
"Well, he decides to summon a demon, but you know the consequences of a failed summon." Viscountess stop waiting to Rosaline to answer.
"Yes, of course."
"The Summoner will die and the demon will return." Answered by both.
Viscountess clap repeatedly.
"Look, we just said the same thing!!"
Rosaline picks up a piece of the cake putting into her mouth. The soft texture of the cake and creamy red fluid made her blush for the flavour while it hears a small shout inside her mouth.
'HEEEEEEELP!!!!!!" That soul is so strong sadly its body is like an ant one step boom dead flat." Stated by the Viscountess normally as she did it, like a normal day or a breakfast.
"How is Father? I have never seen him since yesterday."
Viscountess avoid the Rosaline gazed and looks at the side in which Emily is in the opposite side on where she is facing now, her hands numb, lifting the big umbrella.
"He is fine, don't worry, he just need a rest after working so hard while am gone and also I gifted him a present so he must at least be happy." Viscountess giggled and looked at flowers.
Rosaline looks at her mother, still finishing the cake and Emily hiding her face from Rosaline's sight, blushing upon hearing it.
*Females are sometimes scary is some department.* she thought, sipping the tea.
The flavour is ok but something is missing for her she look at the half-empty cup of tea.
In Master bedroom
The Viscount laying on the bed tired and low energy, its body for a reason deflated in just 1 days.
A maid entered the room pushing a cart full of food of meat, veg and fish. The Viscount looks at the large serving of food.
"Master, you need to eat all of this. The Viscountess be will hungry the next day, or maybe tonight."
*Is she even planning to suck my life out? She needs some diet!.* He thought, staring at the food.
The maid placed the food on the table. She takes a plate full of meat get a spoon.
"Open you mouth, master. You need to eat this for your survival."
"I said n…"
As he opens his mouth to talk, the maid shoves the food into his mouth.
"You need this."
In the Green House
*Maybe he is the one missing. My maker of tea * she pictures Greg in a black suit brewing tea on what she likes.
*Maybe I suggest a tea from the holy empire if I have a chance.*
A maid entered the green garden.
"My lady, a letter for you," the maid said to Rosaline, handing to her the letter.
The Viscountess noticed it now becoming interested in the letter.
"Is it from your friend, sweetie?" She asked, locking on the letter Rosaline was holding.
"Yes, it is from a friend."
"Can you read it so I can hear?"
"No need, Mother, it's my privacy."
*I don't want even her to know am engaged now. Even my father warned me to delay it as much as possible.*
"Well, this letter is something."
The Viscountess said, now holding the letter and start reading it.
*Wait how??*
The Viscountess hands over the letter to Rosaline quietly as a mysterious aura emits from her.
"Rosaline, please tell him he can visit our estate tomorrow."
She announced.
Rosaline skimmed the letter. In just a minute, she just read why Viscountess is like that, reading the letter.
"Yes mother, Mr. Greg will visit me tomorrow." Rosaline said.
*Good luck my guy* she wished.