After the prisoners finished eating their meals.
Nathan entered the room again along with the two maids carrying a wooden tray with glasses and a pitcher of water.
Nathan poured water into the glasses and handed them to the prisoners.
"Thank you, my lord!" Terros said gratefully. "When can I start serving you, my lord?" he asked.
"That depends on my mother's consent. Don't worry, nothing bad will happen to you," Nathan assured Terros.
Horace looked at Nathan and asked, "How about us, my lord?"
Nathan looked at Veronica. "I can save the girl, but I honestly don't know what to do with you...."
Horace released a deep sigh. He's going to die. If it's his destiny then he will accept it as long he can protect the lord's pregnant wife.
Veronica looked at the guy. "My lord, I'm not wiling to marry you!" she blurted the words.
Nathan took a deep breath. "It's up to you... I can only save you by turning you into my wife. Your choice!" he said. "I'll give you guys a chance to decide for your life. You can lead my mother to the family of your lord willingly or chose to die a painful death tonight. The choice are yours to take," he said and turned around, heading to the door.
Terros watched as the young lord exited the room.
The men returned and tied the prisoners' hands with the rope to prevent them from escaping. Then they left the room afterward.
Terros observed the faces of his companions. It's no doubt that they're on the brink of annihilation. He was speechless, at a loss of the right words to say to them to alleviate their apprehensions.
Horace looked at Veronica. "Just marry the lord, you can save yourself that way," he said sadly.
Veronica shook her head and looked at Horace in the eyes. "How about you? What is your decision?" she asked.
"I will never lead that vampire woman to Laura's location even if I will die," Horace said.
Veronica fell silent, weighting her option.
Terros was proud of Horace's decision. "I'm proud of you, son!" he said.
Horace sighed. "Grandpa, please tell Lord Graven to avenge my death," he said gloomily already resigning to his fate.
"Don't say that, son. As long were not dead yet, there's still a tiny hope left for us. Maybe Calder and the deity will arrive on the last minute to save us. Let's not lose hope yet," Terros said trying to uplift their low spirit.
Veronica was in deep thoughts, she was joined by Horace and Terros. None of them wants to talk anymore.
The atmosphere inside the room was filled with a sense of desolation.
Meanwhile, outside the room.
Nathan was relaxing on the porch, brooding about something.
The maid went to his side. "My lord, do you want me to serve you some refreshment?" she offered.
"I'm thirsty. Just bring a refreshing drink here," Nathan replied.
"Aye, my lord," the maid said and went to the kitchen.
A few minutes later.
The maid returned with the lemon juice and poured the liquid into the glass. "Here's your drink, my lord," she said.
"You may leave now," Nathan dismissed the maid.
Nathan drank the glass of lemonade and stood up. He extended his hand outside in direct contact with the sunlight. Instantly, his skin starts to redden and he felt the painful sunburn. He quickly remove his hand and inspected it. Why is it that until now his skin is not adapting well to the rays of the sun?
The maid saw what happened and rushed to his side. "My lord, let me apply the ointment in your skin," she offered.
Nathan allowed the main to apply the ointment on his skin.
A few minutes later, the maid returned to her position, waiting for the lord's command.
Nathan released a deep sigh while staring at his sensitive skin. He could never go out and stood under the sun for a long time or else, he will burn to ashes.
One hour later.
Feeling sleepy, Nathan lies down on the hanging rattan chair and shuts his eyes to sleep.
A few minutes later, his body succumbed to a deep slumber, snoring softly.
Sylvia exited the house and went to the porch. She lowered herself on the couch and stared at her son, sleeping soundly on the swing chair.
A smile graced her lips. Her family is now complete. Her son's resurrection completed her life. It's like a dream come true. She was glad that her great-great-grandfather didn't choose his son's body to be his vessel because her son's spirit is finally back in his own body. She was satisfied with the turn of events.
She looked at the garden and enjoy the beautiful view. She will wait for her son to wake up so that they can continue discussing the suggestion he told her earlier.
She looked at the maid. "Make me a cup of hot coffee mixed with two teaspoon of human blood," she ordered.
"Aye, Madam!" the maid said and went back to the house.
A few moments later, the maid returned with the hot coffee and served it to her mistress.
Sylvia sipped her coffee casually while admiring the sunflower in full bloom.
One hour later.
Nathan woke up, rubbed his eyes, and looked at his mother. He left the swing and lowered himself on the couch facing his mother. "I'm sorry... I have fallen asleep, Mother!" he said.
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