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Chapter 7: Verification process?

\'Damn she\'s just adorable,\' he mused internally. \'Everything about her is just... perfect!\'

As they neared the house, Matilda broke the comfortable silence. "You know, Zafron, I didn\'t get a chance to show you the orchid garden today. It\'s absolutely stunning this time of year."

Zafron\'s heart quickened at the prospect of spending more time with her. "Oh? I\'d love to see it sometime."

Matilda\'s eyes lit up. "Next time we\'ll go deeper into the gardens. There\'s a hidden alcove with the most exquisite climbing orchids and roses you\'ve ever seen. The gardeners have done a marvelous job training them over an old stone arch."

"That sounds beautiful," Zafron replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "I had no idea the gardens were so extensive."

Matilda laughed softly. "Oh, there\'s so much more to explore. We have a small orchard, a herb garden, even a maze if you\'re feeling adventurous."

"I\'d like that," he said aloud, surprised by his own boldness. "Perhaps... perhaps we could make it a regular thing? These walks, I mean."

Matilda\'s smile widened. "I\'d enjoy that very much, Zafron.

As they reached the doors to the dining room, Zafron nodded, not trusting himself to speak. His mind was already racing ahead to their next walk, and the promise of hidden alcoves and blooming roses.

As Zafron and Matilda entered the dining room, they saw the cook hurrying out, leaving behind a table set with dishes, but not properly arranged.

The aroma from the meal filled the entire room, enticing enough to make anyone\'s mouth water.

Just then, Mara rushed in with another tray in her hands.

Mara\'s eyes widened as she saw them. "Oh! I\'m so sorry, Ma\'am. I haven\'t had the chance to arrange the table properly yet."

Matilda merely nodded before she sank into the chair at the table, her expression unreadable. Zafron noticed the slight tensing of Mara\'s shoulders at the lack of verbal response.

As Mara busied herself arranging the table, Matilda continued their earlier conversation. "You know, Zafron, there\'s a particular variety of orchid in the greenhouse that I think you\'d find fascinating."

Zafron nodded eagerly. "Oh? What\'s special about it?"

"It\'s quite rare," Matilda explained, her eyes lighting up. "The blooms change color depending on the temperature. In the morning coolness, they\'re a deep purple, but by afternoon, they\'ve shifted to a vibrant orange."

Zafron noticed Mara turning her head slightly, a gentle smile playing on her lips as she listened to their conversation.

"That sounds incredible," Zafron replied. "I\'d love to see that."

After Mara finished setting the table and left the room, Zafron turned to Matilda. "Is there anything I can do for you, Ma\'am?"

Matilda shook her head. "No, thank you, Zafron. But please, have a seat," she said, gesturing to the chair beside her at the table.

Zafron hesitated, his hand hovering over the back of the chair. "Oh, I... Are you sure, Ma\'am? I\'m just a servant. I don\'t think it\'s in my place to seat with you..."

Matilda\'s expression softened. "Nonsense, Zafron. You\'re not overstepping at all. I\'d enjoy the company, and we can continue our discussion about the gardens."

Still uncertain, Zafron stammered, "I... well, if you\'re sure. Thank you, Ma\'am."

Before he could sit down, the dining room door swung open dramatically.

A woman strode in, her presence commanding attention. Zafron blinked, surprised by her appearance – taller, with fuller hips and darker eyes. Her hips swayed as she walked towards them with a wide smile.

She wore a transparent eye glass, her lips glistening with gloss, and carried a handbag in her left hand as she walked gracefully towards them.

"Matilda, darling!" the woman called out jovially. "My, my, have you been redecorating? I swear that vase in the hallway is new. And those curtains – divine!"

Matilda\'s face lit up. "Gwendolyn ! What a lovely surprise. Please, come in! I was actually expecting Cordelia!"

Zafron straightened, greeting her politely. "Good afternoon, Ma\'am." He stepped back, offering her the space near Matilda.

As Gwendolyn approached, she thrust her hand forward, a large gold ring glinting on her finger. "Would you look at this beauty? Philip just got it for me. It\'s the talk of the town, I tell you!"

Matilda leaned in to admire it. "Oh, Gwendolyn , it\'s stunning! How thoughtful of Philip."

Gwendolyn\'s voice rose with excitement. "Isn\'t it just? The jeweler said it\'s the finest piece they\'ve had in years. The cut, the clarity – it\'s absolutely..."

As Gwendolyn continued to gush about her ring, Zafron\'s ears picked up a faint ringing sound.

He glanced around, trying to pinpoint its source, but Gwendolyn\'s enthusiastic description drowned out the distant noise. After a few moments, the ringing stopped.

Matilda nodded along with Gwendolyn\'s animated chatter, but Zafron noticed her eyes flick towards the doorway as an older woman emerged from one of the adjoining rooms. The woman approached Matilda discreetly and leaned in to whisper something in her ear.

Matilda\'s expression shifted subtly, a small furrow appearing between her brows. She let out a soft sigh before turning to her guests. "I\'m terribly sorry, but I need to step away for a moment. Gwendolyn, please make yourself comfortable. Zafron, would you mind keeping Gwendolyn company for a few minutes?"

Zafron nodded, though he felt a twinge of nervousness at the prospect. "Of course, Ma\'am."

As soon as Matilda left the room, Gwendolyn\'s gaze locked onto Zafron with an intensity that made him uncomfortable. He averted his eyes, unsure how to react.

As the door closed behind Matilda, Zaphron felt the weight of Gwendolyn\'s stare. He shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting around the room, looking anywhere but at her.

\'Gods, why is she looking at me like that? It\'s like she can see right through me. I\'ve never felt so... exposed.\'

\'She\'s so... glamorous. That dress must cost more than I\'ll make in four years. And her hair - how does she get it to shine like that? It\'s like looking at the sun. No wonder I can barely meet her eyes.\'

\'Lady Matilda really does surround herself with women cut from the same cloth, doesn\'t she? All of them so elegant, so refined. And here I am, feeling like a donkey that\'s wandered into a unicorn stable.\'

\'That gaze... it\'s not like Matilda\'s. There\'s something... harder in it. More knowing. Like she sees right through my fumbling attempts at conversation. Does she know about Matilda\'s... friendliness earlier? Is that why she\'s staring?\'

\'I don\'t belong here. Among these ladies of class and beauty. What was I thinking, coming to this part of the castle? I should leave. But how? She\'s blocking the door. Oh gods, what do I do now?\'

Zaphron swallowed hard, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his robe as he struggled to find a way to excuse himself without meeting Gwendolyn\'s intense gaze.

"Come closer, dear," Gwendolyn said, her voice honeyed but commanding.

Zafron hesitantly took a step forward.

Gwendolyn\'s eyes gleamed. "So, you\'re the latest acquisition I\'ve heard so much about, right?"

Confused by her choice of words, Zafron replied uncertainly, "I... yes, I suppose I am new here."

"What\'s your name?"

"Uhmmm, Zafron, I\'m Zafron!"

"Zafron! How old are you, darling?" Gwendolyn asked, leaning forward. "And tell me, have you undergone the verification process yet?"

Zafron\'s brow furrowed. "I\'m sorry, I don\'t understand. What verifi-"

Before he could finish, Matilda returned, her face expressionless. She sank into her chair with a heavy sigh.

"Zafron," Matilda said, her voice tired, "you\'re excused for the day. Please, go to your room and rest."

Grateful for the escape, Zafron nodded. "Yes, Ma\'am. Thank you." He quickly left the room.

As he walked away, he caught snippets of conversation:

Gwendolyn\'s voice : "Matilda, dear, why the long face?"

Matilda\'s response was a hiss, followed by words he couldn\'t make out.

Not wanting to eavesdrop, Zafron hurried to his room, his mind swirling with questions.

He lay on his bed, eyes closed, thoughts racing. \'What made Matilda so upset? And what was Gwendolyn talking about – a verification process?\'

Suddenly, he felt a gentle tap on his lap. His eyes flew open to find Mara standing beside the bed, a soft smile on her face.