I wonder if Leah’s home. She should be busy helping mother plan the ball. No doubt her study table looks like a warzone with colour swatches and pattern catalogues. Both her mother and sister had asked if she wanted to lend a hand but she would hardly be of any help if not a hindrance. So she declined the invitation with a smile on her face claiming that she had no interest in china patterns.Besides, if shopping for a gown stressed her out, she could just imagine the effect of planning a ball for over two hundred of the most respected Nocturnes would have on her already fragile mental health.
Arianna climbed
out of her car and entered the mansion to be met by their family’s elderly human
subjugate. ‘Good day, Miss Acrux.’ Alfred greeted her solemnly. Alfred was
almost seventy and had been with their family for what seemed like forever.
Even though he should have been stricken by human diseases and other ailments of
old age, the magical rune that was traced on him when he came into service with
the Acrux family gave him some of the abilities that vampires had; including a
slow aging process and the ability to heal quickly among others. Arianna could
not remember a time when Alfred wasn’t tending to the household or its
occupants and over time, she had come to consider him part of their family.
'Would
like anything to drink?’ Alfred asked as he accompanied Arianna to the black
and white marble double staircase that lead to the second floor.
‘No thank you,
Alfred. I’m just going to take a shower and get a change of clothes before I
head out later to meet up with Dominic. And you don’t need to show me my room.
I know exactly where it is.’ Arianna joked with her butler.A smile softened his
stern face making him look much younger as he said, ‘Old habits die hard miss.
If you have need of me just give me a ring through the intercom.’ with that he
gave a low bow before disappearing into the kitchen.
The arched
doorway with its delicate carvings of dragons and phoenixes chasing each other
framed the heavy wooden door that led to her sanctuary. She reached into her
bag for her key and slid it into the keyhole which was shaped like the gaping
mouth of a dragon. The solid click of the lock drowned out the more muted
sounds of runes flaring to life on the solid wood. Finally the door swung open
of its own accord, the well oiled hinges making no sound of protest. Sanctuary at last. Arianna sighed
tiredly and dragged herself over to the king sized four poster bed with its
dark cream bedspread and gauzy black curtains.
Flopping herself
onto the bed, she gazed around her room fondly. The room was covered in soft
cream coloured wallpaper, streaked with gold and black lines that matched the black
velvet curtains with their golden tassels. There in the corner stood her
antique dresser cum desk, beautifully shaped like a dragon, its head had once
curved around a gilt edged mirror that had been removed when it came into her
possession and its tail swept to the floor in thick scaly ropes that served as
small hidden compartments. The huge clawed feet of the dragon were the table’s
legs and each claw was layered with gold leaf that had dulled over time but
still looked rich. A single gleaming sapphire eye the size of a quail’s egg
sparkled in the light, making the dragon look even more lifelike. Next to it
stood rows of bookshelves that reached the ceiling. Her favourite collections
lay within.
Her mother had a fondness for human
designer labels. Once Arianna had heard her claiming that though mortals had
short lifespans, they created art that lived longer than they did and that
‘art’ included clothes. Arianna smiled wryly as she remembered her elder sister
taking her out on shopping trips when she had been younger. Now Velaria had
taken her place instead, but shopping was still shopping. Arianna dreaded it no
matter who she went with. Her room held a certain warmth in it and it certainly
wasn’t from the large fireplace to the right of her bed. That fireplace had
never been lit before and its sandstone sides remained a creamy white. The
white marble mantelpiece held various portraits of herself and her siblings.
Memories lined the shelf and even more were hung on the walls in black and
white frames. She slid from her bed to let her toes brush against the plush
white carpet. The soft hairs tickled her feet as she swung them back and forth.
Her stormy blue eyes scanned the portraits hanging on the walls and the mementos decorating her mantelpiece.
An ancient Chinese vase that held freshly
picked white roses from the greenhouses in the mansion’s garden was nestled among
artfully arranged tiny gold figurines of mythical creatures on the low cabinet
which sat next to the fireplace. That cabinet held her journals and sketches.
Important things. However, it was not those things that explained why the
cabinet held a special place in her heart. Despite the scratches on the glossy
dark wood, it was still her favourite because it had been a gift from Gabriel
when he’d dabbled in wood craft many years ago. He had made her a cabinet that
held secret drawers and drawn runes into the seams of the wood itself so that
it would never be destroyed. The intricate scrollwork along the sides of the
cabinet were carved with patience and love.
~by S.Dawn & R.Shiori
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