Chapter 2 2

The woman of middle age and the attractive man were standing next to each other. Both of them were dressed in all black. It seemed like blood had dried all over his hands and neck.

He stood there like a mountain with his hands crossed over his chest and gave Eira a cold, hostile stare as if he despises her. His jaw was tightened and then released as he did this. He was staring at her with a glare that seemed to drill holes in her, and the fire was reflected in his amber eyes. The jawline is sharp and angular, and the nose is straight and pointed. The brows are thick, and they have a light stubble. The hair is raven black. The man's appearance was akin to that of a Royal or someone very highly esteemed and revered. She was able to perceive it in his aura. When Eira peered into his eyes, something strange happened in her heart. It was so powerful and mysterious, yet as soon as it rose, it swiftly fizzled out, just like her other feelings. She never experiences anything for more than a few moments at a time.

Eira stared at them with a blank face, exhibiting neither fear nor interest nor anything else.

"Who brought me here ?..."

She inquired with an icy tone in her voice, which was dry and raspy but still icy.

The younger woman appeared to be seeking permission to speak from the older woman as she looked first to the man and then to her. The man acknowledged her with a curt nod.

"Miss, you appear to have an injury. First, let's clean up the wounds, and then you can ask him about it. You have lost a significant amount of blood, and it is imperative that you get treatment as quickly as humanly feasible..."

She spoke nicely and her concern was genuine, but she did not appear to be a medical professional. There is neither a white coat nor a medical kit present. The only other thing that was there was some strange apparatus that was placed on the small table next to the bed.

Eira decided she couldn't put her faith in any of these unknown people.

"No... I am sorry to say that I will have to depart..."

Eira said she was about to stand up, but she ended up collapsing back onto the bed when she realised how dizzy she felt.

"I am quite concerned about your health right now, miss... Please allow me to take care of you..."

The woman begged the man.

"Let her treat you, want to..." then go wherever you want. "Let her treat you, want to..."

The man spoke forcefully, and Eira could detect a trace of wrath in his voice; but, despite this, his voice managed to briefly shake the ice that had formed around her heart. She was about to refute it, but they were right, and it's necessary for her to treatment. she doesn't feel pain but it doesn't mean that her body is free from the consequences and after effects.

Eira acknowledged the woman with a nod, eager to move on and get out of there as soon as possible. Even with all of the aristocracy and beauty, the location does not strike her as being particularly desirable.