Forbidden

by The Cat and the Alice

The truest love is always forbidden. Diasha was kidnapped and forced to be a slave at the castle in the Nightworld books. Akarsh Redfern is in love with her, but neither he--or Diasha--knows it. Then she escapes. What will bring them back together?

1. He Said Thank You?

"Diasha?"

There was a moment of silence.

"DIASHAAAAAAAA."

"Maybe if I ignore it, it'll go away." I badly reasoned with myself. I stood up with a sigh, straightened my rag skirt, and walked to the stables, looking down, like a good servant. I stopped at the stables.

"Yes, master?" I asked obediently.

"Why isn't my horse groomed?"

"Which, sir?"

"Adamelia."

"It wasn't her day to be groomed, sir."

He bristly walked over to me and grasped my chin to pull my face up. I kept my expression indifferent. "Well groom him. Now." He let go of my chin gently and started walking back to the castle. "I shall give you thirty minutes, Diasha."

"Yes, sir."

Stupid vampire.

I groomed Adamelia in less than thirty minutes and fed her a carrot, because she was well behaved.

I liked being a servant more than the others, mostly because I couldn't feel pain--a witch put a spell on me way back when--and so I could be extremely defiant. They wouldn't kill me. I was to "pretty." And I was so stubborn that they let me be called by my real name.

But that doesn't mean I don't hate it and wish that I was never kidnapped.

Akarsh came back for his horse. "Thank you, Diasha."

I was shocked.

"Since when do you say thank you?"

He shot me a glare, then he smiled. "Don't test my patience, Diasha."

He mounted his horse and I barely had time to jump out of the way before he stormed out of the stable with Adamelia.

I went back to my quarters and smiled at Emptier and Changer on my way back.

I sat in my little wicker chair and pondered what that thank you meant.