(That sucks. Can't say too much about it though. Some days I never really stop working.)
I Am Your Master
......Silas Thorne......
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☾ Șilas argued bitterly with the men at the door, burly miners thinking his property had coal or gold or silver. The leader, a barrel chested Irishman, insisted that he allow them to dig here. Silas refused, stating,
"This is my home. I will not have people like you ruining it." They went on for several more moments before Silas looked the Irishman in the eyes.
"I said LEAVE HERE AND NEVER RETURN!" he yelled suddenly, the harsh sound echoing even in the manor. The Irishman paled as if he had seen a monster and backed away, the others close behind. They left with haste.
Camilla frowned,
"Yes, this place can be cold and bitter. In all these years, we have been unable to have any children and most of the servants are here because they had no where else or had debts to pay. Very few are here because they WANTED to be here." She paused to steady herself. "
Therefore, there is little laughter here. Its always so quiet." She rose from the table,
"I am glad you have enjoyed yourself. You will have to return and eat with us again. It was nice to have a beam of light in this dark home." She bowed deeply, smiling. She did not jump at the echo of Silas's yell. She was used to such outbursts and knew she would be facing the rage this evening. She steeled herself, prepared for the worst.
Silas returned as his guest was making her way out. His face was dark, twisted with rage over the miners and their ignorance. He smiled at his guest but the expression fell short.
"I do hope you enjoyed dinner. You will have to return soon." He stopped as they were side by side,
"And do think about my offer. I think you would make a wonderful addition to the manor." Then, he passed her.
"Be careful on your way home." he called over his shoulder.
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You Will Obey Me
......Or Parish......