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 Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 4:07 pm
Kira Darkenfields  Kira smiled at woman. She looked her up and down as well. "Oh of course. Let me get them. I'm not used to being so proper before. I just got this job. Sorry I sound like such an idiot." She handed Cassy the dirty clothes and smiled weakly.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 8:24 pm
 ✘ It as Cassy had thought, the girl was brand new to the castle rather than someone that knew the protocol promoted to personal servant to the prince. It was probably be a situation that Prince Edmund would prefer, but she could get herself into trouble with some of the upper servants with heavier hands if she didn’t watch herself about them. Once she knew who to avoid though she would be fine, but for now she’d do well to watch herself. She took the cloths from the ebony haired female and dropped them into the open sack at her side, tying it loosely shut with one hand. ” Quite alright Miss. I’m sure you’ll get used to things here soon enough... You should count yourself lucky to have his highness to work for while your still new here. He is not as… demanding as some.” She murmured using the same quiet even tone as before, it wasn’t an obvious warning but if she was clever she would take the words to mean that there where those who would not receive certain behaviors well. She sunk into another curtsy to the young woman, picking up the bundle as she did so, once again demonstrating grace in the movement giving her a short farewell before turning to depart. ”Good day to you miss.”
✘Cassy was not the easiest person to get along with, As she had demonstrated time and again, and once more now with this new arrival. It was probably why in all the castle she had but one true friend, Lady Knight Kellen who had taken pity on her and taught her how to fight when she was younger. But being a knight the older woman was often out gallivanting through the countryside, chasing bandits or Vampires or whatever. Cassy was always lonely when her friend left, but Kellen never failed to return with a grant tale to tell, which made it all worth the wait. She sauntered down the hall again to rouse the servants of other nobles throughout the castle and gather their soiled things before returning to the laundry to once again begin the hard labor the job required.
"...and what's expected of me. Do you?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 10:51 pm
 Izabella was rustling around in the laundry room trying to find an apron for herself to wear. She had forgotten where it was her father had told the servants to put them. But she could of sworn it was in the laundry room. "Sophia! I can't find them, help me up some! They might be back here." Once Sophia helped her on top of the shelf she heard another servant come in, she glanced at her and smiled, "Good morning!" she then went back to rustling though things to find an apron.   Sophia looked at Cassy and smiled bowing her head lightly, she figured she would explain what it was that Izabella was doing, "The Princess is trying to find an apron, cause she wants to help the staff today prepair for her birthday party. Also the kitchen staff doesn't know about the Kinds diet just yet, so Izabella wanted to help very much with the cake." she giggled some at the thought, sense Izabella hadn't baked a day in her life, she only sat in the kitchen and would lick the spoon when the kitchen staff gave it to her.  Edmund had finished his bath and walked out into the bedroom to grab his clothes, he looked over at Kira and smiled, "Who was that at the door?" he asked while he picked up his clothes and went behind the certain to change into them.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 11:14 pm
Kira Darkenfields Kira looked at the shadow the prince was making through the curtain. "It was another servant to get the dirty laundry. She had red hair, green eyes, really quiet. I think she thought I was some sort of personal prostitute." Kira giggled. Though she was 150 years old, she was still a virgin. She couldn't wait until tonight when she would go to Vladimir's castle and could be in her true form again. "How was your bath Edmund?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 11:39 pm
Edmund stepped out fully dressed now, "Oh Ms. Sagrada." he chuckled lightly, "I'm sure she doesn't think that Ms. Darkenfields." he chuckled lightly to himself and stepped over to the window over looking the castle garden. "Oh, it was nice and refreshing, thank you." he looked over his shoulder and smiled at her. He tapped his index finger on his chin thinking, "Ms. Darkenfields, you get off before sundown correct?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 12:24 am
Kira Darkenfields Kira looked at Edmund and was curious as to why he wanted to know when she got off. "I'm sure you are right. Edmund, since we are in private, please call me Kira. And yes I get off before sundown, why?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 8:01 pm
✘Cassy Nodded in understanding once Sophia had explained everything. She had to admit that she had felt more than a little surprised to have found her highness rummaging around in the filthy laundry when she entered the sweltering room full of noxious smells. This really was no place for a princess, but her highness had always been peculiar and her father the king doting and indulgent of his daughter. So Cassy gave a mental shrug as she set down her burdens and made for a small closet off the side of the laundry room where the aprons and other supplied where kept. There on a shelf in three neat stacks organized by size where the aprons, each clean and pure white, folded and stacked with military precision. She chose one from the stack that was most likely to fit Princess Izabella and returned, handing it to Sophia rather than directly to the princess herself. ”Might I suggest that next time her highness ring for a servant to fetch an apron for her, rather than rummaging around in the soiled things?” She commented to no one in particular, using a slightly more pleasant tone than her usual monotonous drone. The princess and her personal maid may have been peculiar to say the least, but they where kindly and gracious people, and Cassy was sure that whomever answered her summons would be more than happy to help. The ropes in each of the nobles suites ran throughout the castle walls to the servants quarters where someone was likely to be in attendance. If the one who heard the summons from a bell from one nobles room was unable to attend to it they would fetch someone that could, more often than not that person was Cassy.
"...and what's expected of me. Do you?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 12:09 am
Izabella giggled slightly crawling down and bowed apologetic. "I'm sorry Ms. Cassy, you know I try not to bother the servants with such, frivolous things like helping find a silly apron. Why have someone do, that you can do for yourself?" She giggled and smiled shifting her head to the side slightly. She looked at Sophia and smiled taking the Apron from her putting it on, and smoothing it down some, "Oh Cassy! When you are done with your duties, you should come to the kitchen and help with the cake! I'm sure it'll be oh so delightful!" She smiled and hugged Cassy for a moment and skipped out of the room like a child.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 9:16 am
Kira Darkenfields Kira looked at Edmund and hid her smirk, but in her mind she was laughing hysterically. "Of course I will Edmund. Vladimir? Whose Vladimir and he killed your mother?" As she said her true master's name a touch of her Russian roots came out. She hoped he hadn't noticed it though.
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 9:10 pm
Prince Edmund sighed looking out his window, "Vladimire, is a vampire in these parts. My mother had some...Thing with him when I was a young boy, one night I had fallowed him to my mothers room, and thats when I saw him...feeding off my mother. He didn't stop, and he...he killed her. I didn't know what to do, so I ran. I ran to my room and hid." He punched the wall next to the window in anger leaving a rather large hole in the wall from his fist, as the thoughts of that night all flood back into his mind, tears stream down his pale face as he remembers everything. "Now...I think something is going on with him and my sister. She reeks of him every morning, and father had to hire a private maid just for her. No one is allowed to enter her room except father, Sophia, and her. There's something going on, and I have a strong hunch, that Vladimire is behind it."
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