Epilogue 2: Blood Servant Ceremony

I did not actually expect a true blood ceremony like the olden days, however, my expectations were surpassed by none other than Princess Eleanor herself.

If Rose was someone who agreed to stay here and spewed out the words that were in her head without any sort of hindrance—just so she could stay with me. Or use me as her Master and protect her, but Eleanor herself had other plans.

"Open your eyes," she quietly called out.

Resting on the sofa—and not my coffin out of spite for the particular human self, I woke up, or opened my eyes to the sight of the Princess. She had disregarded her maid robes and was back in a far more ceremonial white dress, her light hair cascading slightly over her shoulders.

A small part of me couldn't help but compare her to a Muse, or those old movies—yes, a movie rekindled in my head as I was presented with someone who looked like Helen of Troy. Her vibes were that way, a solemn look on her face... to which I merely responded to with a yawn.