345 Letter

 "You asked for me, majesty?" 

 "Gabrielle," Staxius gave a nod acknowledging her presence, "-care to wait a few minutes?" asked courteously, in no way could she refused. Coughed and unstable on her feet, Serene helped in fetching a chair for the guest. Narrowly gazing upon the laboratory, the puppets spoke volumes in terms of intimidation. Glimpsing back and forth inside where he worked, the eyes felt drowsy. 

 "Ready," the door opened with a whistle. "I've got the cure," he smiled and walked to she who sat.

 "Cure for what?" paused, she scoured her memories for answers, "-oh, yeah, the supposed antidote," breathing a painful sigh, her watery eyes oozed of fatigue. 

 "You're far worse than the other vampires, what happened?" inquired with a warm stance, her mind felt at ease.

 "It's not that bad, majesty, I appreciate the concern," she turned to the side as to avoid the conversation.