ODETTE'S POV:
Affection from a stranger was so foreign to me that even though I expected it, I still flinched. You could throw a punch, and I wouldn't move, but hug me and I'm doomed. I melted in Emalea's arms, somehow her hold on me was threatening to open up water gates I wasn't ready for yet. I pulled away from her.
"Okay, let's go deliver a drink to a lady, shall we, friend?"
The girl beamed with light at my use of the word friend. Maybe this -place wouldn't be the worst thing ever and when my father came to free and we kill off all those who helped kidnap me, I'll make sure she lives and receives sanctuary and comfort for her and her family.
"Yes, this way, follow me." Emalea picked up the glasses and carried a plate of sweets out the kitchen door and through the servant's halls.
The corridors were dimly lit and dusty. Honestly kind of scary, I might be the vampire, but they lived like Dracula does in movies.
