Sayonara | Dragons Blood, part 1 - Lady Arlene

In order to improve my English I've decided to write a story. And I would be grateful if those with a better understanding of this language could give me their opinion.

P.S.: I know how to spell Dragon's Blood; nevertheless, pise.cz does not allow me to do so.

Silent steps echoed in the dark. Black cloak covered silver hair and lavender eyes of a woman. She slipped into a chamber illuminated by a little candle. She kneeled before the obsidian altar in the middle of the room.

"Lady Arlene!” she started and turned her head. The maid would rather have a good reason to disturb her.

"What?” the lady growled.

"Lord Chris is waiting for you,” the girl responded and looked down.

"Thank you, Sansa. Now leave me alone and close the door.”

"But...”

"Leave me alone and close the door!” Arlene almost shouted. The maid bowed and left.

Arlene glanced at her and when the door closed, she put her hands on the cool stone and closed her eyes. Her lips were moving in a silent prayer and her nails were tapping on the obsidian. Strands of her silver hair were floating restlessly. Then, after a long moment, she opened her eyes. The purple flames glowed. She grinned and stood, tall, strong and beautiful with a silver aureole of her hair. She returned to the main hall of her castle to meet Lord Chris, a young man with a suspicious look in his eyes.

"Welcome, Lord Chris! I hope you did not have to wait too long for me,” she greeted him and ignored the fact she let him dwell with dozen statues for almost an hour.

"Every moment in your castle is a blessing for my senses, Lady Arlene,” the man responded politely.

She knew her castle was a temple of arts and music. There was an interesting collection of paintings from myths and legends in the hall and even the look on the front obsidian door, which was inlaid with rubies, was worth coming. Luckier guests could see Arlene's collection of ancient musical instruments. Yet nobody could see her canopy bed from the iron oak with black and red blanket.

"What brings you here?”

"I am very concerned about the recent fires in some of my villages. I wonder if you didn't hear any whispers which might help us.”

"Oh, the nasty fires... I heard about the disasters; nevertheless, I cannot help you. Maybe it was just an unlucky coincidence.”

"You are right. This winter is cruel and the villagers burn a lot of wood.”

"This is exactly what I meant. Anyway, I believe you didn't come here just to ask for my opinion on fire,” she smiled and looked upon him.

"You are just as bright as beautiful, Lady Arlene. I wanted to ask for your opinion on marriage,” he answered and Arlene had almost lost her shining smile.

"On marriage? I have not thought about it yet. Have you?” the lady asked in return.

"I have, indeed. I considered our lands and castles and I think it could be convenient for both of us.”

"Oh, Lord Chris, this is a very interesting offer; yet, I have to think about it. Now, if you excuse me, I must rest,” she dismissed him and watched him leave with relief.

She knew there would be someone to propose her but she hoped it would be a lord much less curious. Arlene didn't want to reveal her secrets. She frowned and sat on a red velvet chair. The new moon was coming. She ran fingers through her hair and mused.