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 Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2017 12:19 am
Astrid hesitated to open the door, upon hearing the commotion occurring within. The deep baritone voice she knew belonged to Egbert but he wasn't speaking coherently. He was speaking in his native tongue as well as a few words of Crias so what ever it was he was trying to express was lost in translation. There was another voice, a female one and she sounded to be quite panicked. Was he stripping again? Could he move that much already? She didn't want to see him naked. He'd tried to undress in front of her several times after finding out how much it bothered her. He'd been punished severely every time but that didn't make much of a difference. Was he flashing the maid or trying to? She heard something fall with a loud thud and the maid gave a shriek. "Egbert! Stop that! Get back in bed!" She heard someone coming down the hallway. So, she donned a stoic expression and went inside of the room.
The bed was empty, with the blankets half-off and the maid was bent over on the other side of it. She was tugging on a bandaged arm, which told her that Egbert had managed to slide off the bed. He was groaning in pain and speaking words that he often uttered when he was frustrated. He looked to be in a tremendous amount of pain, but weakly trying to get away from the maid. The maid looked up as if noticing her for the first time and quickly curtsied. "Your Grace, h-he won't let me change his bedpan. I was only trying to help him but he's just--!" Astrid raised one hand to silence the girl, then regarded her pitiful slave with cold eyes. Like the wounded animal he was, he immediately looked away and tried to make himself seem smaller than he was. With a sigh, she turned her back to the two of them. "Emma. Go and bring others here and call for the doctor. It's time for his dressings to be changed." The maid hurried out of the room.
Astrid began to walk over to a chair, to take a seat so that she could watch him when something caught her eye. It was a piece of parchment lying on the floor. Had Kenneth forgotten one of his precious little drawings? Since she was alone, as Egbert didn't count as being human in her opinion, she knelt down to pick it up. She kept her knees together and tried to move with grace. As soon as she had it in hand though, she quickly righted herself. Now removed, it was clear that there was something drawn on the other side. In the peripherals of her vision, she could see Egbert squinting in her direction. She turned it over curiously and stared at it in shock. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was a drawing of a blonde woman, in her underwear and decked to the gills with jewels. Her face filled with color and she nearly let go of the drawing when she noticed something was familiar about the face. It was hers. He dared to draw such a thing?! She brought a hand to cover her mouth, overwhelmed by a range of feelings from embarrassment to fury.
The pose looked familiar, and she remembered the drawing that had fallen from his book, months earlier. Was this what he was trying to draw?! He destroyed it in front of me! How was he able to remember such detail?! She heard footsteps approaching the door and quickly hid the drawing behind her. Egbert started to laugh, though interrupted periodically by the pain he was feeling. She shot him a cold look, the intensity of which was nullified by the dark red color showing itself through her makeup. He spent so much of his free time with Egbert and the two shared a room. Had he worked on this with Egbert around?! She quickly sat down in a chair as the door opened and watched silently as the small group of people worked on Egbert's injuries.
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The elderly Margrave was speechless by Ken's confession. He was surprised to hear that little Astrid was capable of such a thing. He knew the look on the younger man's face though, it was unmistakable that the boy was infatuated with her. He was baffled at the thought of it. How could one fall in love with one who abused them? If Astrid was as violent as he claimed, then he was glad that Kenneth was free now. Though the boy didn't act like it at all. He decided to avoid the topic. He'd have to introduce Ken to a nice young girl, let him see what a real relationship was. He also wanted to see the faces of his grandchildren before death finally claimed him. He couldn't help but notice that the boy didn't want to use his knife. He didn't understand why, either.
"No, I don't. There are only servants working my estate. I've never been comfortable with the idea of forcing someone to do something for me. Power can change a person, make them into monsters if their will isn't strong enough. It's not that I don't have confidence in my staff, but it is better to anticipate such troubles and block them before they have a chance to strike first." He shifted in his seat, took another gulp from his cup. "I don't care if you continue making your art. You'll have to train with a sword, though. It's required training in order for you to become a great Margrave. Which I hope to help you with. Eat, eat." He encouraged the boy to eat as he himself consumed more of his soup. Then he tore a piece of bread free and spread some pork fat on it. He noticed that Ken avoided drinking any of his tea. "I know you've lost a few teeth, but do you have to stay away from hot food and drink? If you want something else, go ahead and ask for it."
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2017 1:06 am
Kenneth ate slowly, was he afraid of poisons in his meal? Sleeping toxins? Bugs...? Hector once put bugs in his soup, he had already been starving for two days when he finally got food and Hector had ruined it. "Train with a sword...? E-Er yes sir." He ate a bit faster, showing he was scared of punishment, as if the man had ordered him to eat instead of persuading him. "I have implants to replace the missing teeth, I...I'm just a bit scared of hot things...it might just be tea, but its hot tea!" He answered, shaking his head that he was perfectly fine with what he had, having lost how picky he was a year ago. "You were told of...what I was before adopting me right? I..I was just property...." He frowned, watching him put pork fat on a piece of bread. He looked outside, the poor slave girl was chained by her neck to a post, like some kind of dog. "Can I excuse myself for a bit...?" He asked, swiping the other half of the bread and trying to hide it, standing up once the man nodded and going outside to see the girl. He knelt in front of her and held out the bread, seeming to brighten her horrible day just a bit. He was a naturally compassionate man, but more towards the less fortunate, and after being a slave himself, he felt more inclined to help others.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2017 1:36 am
His confusion wouldn't end any time soon, it would seem. "What other kind of tea is there?" He wondered aloud, missing that the boy didn't want to be hurt with it. He was happy to see the boy eat at first, then he saw the fear in his eyes. He nodded in answer to Ken's question. "I'd been told, sure." He nodded again as the boy asked to be excused and continued eating his meal. Ken was shaping up to be an odd man, but certainly a spirited one. He was able to communicate well enough though he did stutter from time to time. Ailean was confident that he could fix that. Of the things he'd been told, the most prominent one was that Ken loved to eat meat. Ailean let a farmer use part of his property for his animals. There were cows, ducks, chickens, horses, donkeys and more. This farmer provided most of the food for them. He was sure that Ken would like to lend the man a hand every now and then and give the cattle a happy life before slaughter to ensure the best quality of meat. He was oblivious to the possibility of the boy causing more trouble. Even more clueless to the going's-on happening just outside of the window.
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Yitta's eyes flitted in his direction once the bread was offered to her. She looked up at him, line of vision stopping at his chest, and recognized him as the one who had helped her earlier. Which meant that he was a patron of the inn. She accepted the bread and bowed her head to him. "Thank you. I'm sorry." Was said quietly, and she continued to stand there without speaking unless she was spoken to. The longer he stayed behind after giving her the little present, the more nervous she became. What was he expecting of her now? She hope that he was just a kind guest and that, unlike the other rescuers she'd had to deal with so far.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2017 2:36 am
Kenneth smiled down at Yitta as she took the offered bread. "I wonder...can I free you from this?" He looked toward the inn, he needed Ailean's advice about this situation, but neither Ken nor Ailean approved of buying slaves. "Why are you sorr-...oh...nevermind, I did that too." He rubbed the back of his head, feeling the nail marks from Astrid. The owner was serving more coffee to Ailean when he noticed the boy was missing, deciding to look around until he saw him interacting with his slave. Maybe he could get that useless slave off his property! He had only payed a couple silvers for her, but still, she couldn't just be thrown in a ditch like the last one. "Mr. Magrave, I see your son has taken a liking to Yitta, my slave, might be a nice present for the boy, two silvers and it would make a great surprise in case he needs companionship." He spoke, knowing Ailean for years as he was a regular whenever he traveled this direction, and he wouldn't cheat the man. "She is very pretty, little bath, nice dress, and your boy will thank you." He commented, picking up the half empty bowl of Ken's soup to bring out to Ken, offering it to him before going back inside. Ken was a little confused, he didn't mean to waste it, maybe Yitta wanted some? "Would you like some?" He held it out, the spoon still in the bowl.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2017 3:05 am
Ailean was nearly finished his soup when the tavern owner approached his table. He gave the offer a little thought. He was uncomfortable with the idea of owning a slave to begin with. But the sight of Ken trying to help the girl was perturbing. He clearly didn't like violence and since he was a slave, he couldn't use a slave like that even if he was that sort of man. He didn't want to compromise his own values either. He'd told the tavern owner just to call him Ailean many times before. But like all people without money, he insisted on using his title. Although he did it poorly. He sighed as he watched the two interact. They were both a pitiful sight, despite Ken's exquisite dressings. Perhaps instead of farm animals, he could help the girl heal. In that way maybe he'd be able to recover from his own experience as a slave. If he didn't want that responsibility though, what would become of the wench? He didn't want to deal with her and would probably end up sending the girl to someone who wouldn't be so violent. The tavern owner would just buy a new slave anyway. What was the point? Still, it was a way to bond with his new son.
He cleared his throat and took another sip from his drink. Then stood up, moving slowly to allow the blood to flow through his legs. He hobbled over to the tavern owner and made the arrangements. He was given the papers of ownership from the man, along with a receipt and the key to the girl's chain. The man was a little richer for it. Ailean hobbled his way over to the door and went outside. He called out to Ken and then held up the key. "Ken! Catch!" He tossed the key in Ken's direction.
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She tensed up as he asked if he could free her from the post she was tied to. She didn't want to know why he wanted to and didn't want to think about what purpose he had in mind. She fixed her gaze at their feet and continued to just hold the bread. She'd spend the night out here if he didn't want her company. She'd prefer to stay outside, even with it approaching the cold season. "I'm sorry for causing trouble, Sir." She apologized again, hoping that would be enough for him to leave. But, he had also asked her a question and she had to answer. "Speak... to my master. I'm out here because I breaked things." She was quiet until her master made an appearance. She tried to be on her best behavior. Keeping her eyes to the floor, her head low. She flinched as he handed something to Ken and dreaded what it could be.
She was surprised to see a half-eaten bowl of soup being offered to her too. She looked down at the bread, which took both hands to hold on to. Her hands were full but she was being offered something. For a second she didn't know what to do, so she dropped the bread on top of the bowl before taking it. "Thank you." She waited for something else to happen, as she feared it might. But when it didn't she took the chance to look up at him, curiously. He wasn't holding anything else. She stood there quietly, just staring at him.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2017 12:32 pm
The tavern owner smiled as he handed over the key, taking the money and putting it in his till before going back to cleaning up another table. "I'm buying a boy this time, keep buying these useless, clumsy girls..." He grumbled, taking the dishes back to the sink as he called for his sons to come help since the girl was sold off. Ken kept his smile to Yitta, reverting his gaze to the inn as Yitta looked up to him and he caught the key. "Huh...? Is this...?" He smiled, turning back to the girl and reaching for her chain, watching her flinch, what was she afraid of? "Your not my slave, I want to take you with me, maybe make you a maid, but I won't beat you...I was a slave too once." He got the chain free from her neck and motioned for her to follow him back to his father. On the way he stopped and looked at her trailing like a puppy behind him. "Whats your name?" He asked, continuing to walk, going to where their inn rooms were. Ailean's was across the hall from his, so he took Yitta to his room. There had to be brush around here, her hair was all tangled underneath that cover, and she could do to fix the make up on her face. Then again, if she saw his scars, what would she think?
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2017 6:14 pm
Yitta followed obediently, head bowed and hands at her side. She even curved her back to make herself look smaller. She understood what the removal of the chain meant. He'd bought her, or maybe his companion had. Anyway, she now had a new master. He didn't want her to call him that though, since he said she wasn't his slave. She wanted to believe him, but knew better than to trust someone she'd just met. As soon as he asked for it, she told him her name. "It's Yitta, Sir." She answered in a monotone voice. Why hadn't he given her a new one, like the others? Would he do so after finding out what her name was? She knew the direction the were headed in. If only she'd taken a chance and tried to make a run for it when they were outside. She followed him into his room and walked over to the wall. She stood there, hoping that he'd forget that he'd brought her here. Then she saw him looking through the drawers. She watched him quietly, speaking would betray her position.
When he found a hair brush and walked over to her, she flinched again. Upon being asked to remove the stained cloth which covered her hair, she did so gingerly. Her hair was a tangled, greasy mess of tight curls. There were a few small braids mixed in and her hair had been pinned and flattened against her skull to keep it out of the way. She kept her gaze glued to the floor, wanting this to be over.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2017 11:04 pm
Kenneth nodded, her name was Yitta, was it her real name? Astrid had rarely called him his name, mainly worm, filth, bug, ect. "Your name is pretty, is it your real name? Actually, don't worry about it, Yitta." He waited for her to remove the cloth, tossing it in the clothing basket before taking the pins from her hair and undoing the harsh braids. He brushed and brush, at least until the brush broke from the tangles. "Opps...hmmm..." He went to the bathroom, maybe a bath would help. "Yitta! Let's give you a bath, can you get some buckets of warm water? Just climb in when done, I need to find another brush..." He threw the broken pieces away and left the room, peeking in Ailean's room where the man was sitting, reading a book. "Erm...sir? Can I borrow your brush?" He asked, not wishing to intrude on anything and he seemed content in his rocking chair. "Thank you for buying Yitta, can she be a servant instead of a slave?" He asked, coming in when motioned.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2017 12:16 am
She winced as he brushed her hair. The brush caught on knots almost constantly and she felt like it would be better to shave it off at this point. It felt like he was pulling her hair out but she tried not to make a noise. As he broke the brush she looked up at him again, curious as to why he'd said oops. She was unaware of the broken bits of the brush stuck in her hair until he picked them out. Then she lowered her face again, blushing from how embarrassing that was. She used to take such good care of herself when she was a girl. When was the last time she was allowed to brush her hair or take a bath? She flinched at hearing her name, he said it with so much enthusiasm too. What did he want, calling for her like that when she was in front of him anyway? It'd be funny if she wasn't so scared. She gave him a quick nod and moved out of the room to fetch hot water for the bath. Trying to feed her and brush her hair... Did he want to bathe her too? He was one of the weirdest masters she'd ever had.
She dumped two buckets worth into the bath and was on her way back to the room when one of the tavern owner's sons bumped into her. Both Yitta and the bucket were sent flying from the force the boy used. She fell face-forward onto the ground and the bucket made a loud clattering noise as it bounced across the floor. Water was now all over the floor and Yitta. Whatever dirt she was laying on was now clinging to her face. From her awkward landing, she'd managed to break her nose so blood was soon dribbling down her chin. "Look out! Clumsy wench! Clean up that mess before I tell my father!" The young man, being just a few months her senior, snickered and kicked the bucket as he walked past her. She hurried to try picking up the water by using her apron, and to move the bucket. She'd be in trouble if her accident got in anyone's way.
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Ailean continued to read his book until he finished the page he was reading. He looked over to Ken and smiled lightly at the boy. "Go ahead." He folded the corner of the page to keep his place, then put it down so he could focus on Ken. He gestured for the boy to come into his room. "The owner here made me an offer after seeing you care for her. She can be a maid, but her duties will be limited first until she learns the proper way to do things. I'd never hear the end of it otherwise from the others. She's your responsibility, Ken. So take care of her." He pointed towards the wooden chest which held his belongings. "There's a leather case inside of that where I keep the tools for grooming my beard. You'll find a comb you can use in that." He was going to ask Ken why he needed it when he heard a commotion outside of their door. Water was creeping in through the crack underneath and a man's voice could be heard. It was obvious who he was yelling at. Ailean sighed and gestured for Ken to go and help her.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2017 3:37 pm
He went and searched through the case, taking the comb out and nodding, if it could handle his beard, it could handle some curls. "Thats what I'm hoping, I didn't care much about slavery before being a slave myself." He closed the case and stood up as he heard the crash and winced slightly, knowing who it was. "I'm making her look like a human...I should go help her..." He walked out, watching her try and pick water up with her apron and went to get some towels to hand to her and help. "Your bleeding." He gave her the rest of the towels and held her face gently before tipping it back. "Give it a minute." He wiped at her chin with a towel before tipping her head back, it didn't drip as bad, so he tore a bit of her apron off to stuff her bleeding nose with. "I have a lot of work to make you a proper maid..." He helped her up once the water was soaked up enough, taking her back to the room and setting the brush down. "Can you brush your own hair? If so, take a bath, don't break the brush, while I find you some clothes." He walked out, leaving her to bathe herself since he didn't wish to see her nakid
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2017 4:08 pm
Yitta did as she was told, though the moment she was allowed to lower her chin she resumed tidying up her mess. She carried the dirty laundry and dropped them into a bin inside of the room. At his request, she gave him a curious look. What did he want her to do all of that for? To become a maid? Why her? She looked at the brush and groaned, imagining how much trouble it would be to untangle her hair. It would be easier if it was wet, so she decided to get into the bath as she'd been told to. She used the soap that was already in the bathroom and gingerly began the process of untangling her hair. The water already looked disgusting from when she'd bathed herself. Her hair had a way of picking up unwanted filth and debris. That was why she tried to keep it pinned down. But, from the few moments she'd had it loose, various bits of things from the floor had gotten stuck in it.
It took her nearly forty minutes to untangle her hair. Well, for the most part. She stopped because of how cold the water was. She stepped out of the tub and wrapped herself in a towel before looking out the door for any sign of the weird-o nobleman who'd bought her. She took the pile of clothes that'd been left outside and dressed in them. Then left the bathroom to sit down in a chair and continue to work on the few remaining knots. Without her makeup, the little scars on her face, a black eye a few days old and the fresh break in her nose were easily seen. After only a few minutes of being out of the water, her hair was drying quickly. It fluffed up around her head in a giant pile of sloppy red curls.
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He made an approving noise in his throat as he watched Ken leave. Then opened his book to pick up where he'd left off. It wasn't long until his son returned, asking about where he could get clean clothing for the girl. Ailean certainly didn't carry any, but as luck would have it one of the servants traveling with them was female. She was about the same height as the new maid, too. He told him to go to the room their servants were sharing, which was nearest to the inn's little stable. He continued to read his book for a while longer until he began to grow tired. Then he realized that the girl didn't have anywhere to sleep. He got up from his chair unsteadily and, after giving his body time to catch up with him, he went to go and speak to the owner. He had the man set up another cot in Ken's room. The four servants were quite cramped in their room, so it didn't make sense to have it in there. Then he hobbled back to his own room to go to retire for the night.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2017 4:21 pm
Ken nodded to his father, walking the distance to the seperate rooms for the servants and asking the lady if she has any spare clothes. "This will do nicely!" He brought it back, setting it on the bed as she sat on a chair to brush her hair. "I had no idea you were a red head, here, they should fit." He looked at the second cot and smiled, going into the bathroom to get undressed from the rather annoying clothes he had to wear so that he could go to sleep. "I should write to Astrid when I reach my home, I hope Egbert kept that picture hidden." He sighed, knowing she probably found it, Egbert was the worst at hiding things. He checked on his father before hand, appearntly the man could tell he wished to fluff his pillows so he returned to his room after being shoo'ed a few times. "Let me braid your hair." He stood behind the chair in nothing but pants and a undershirt as he moved his fingers through her thick curly hair. He was use to having to braid hair whenever the maids had a day off and Astrid desired her braids. He finished and left the braid tight but not pinned to her head anymore as he went to his bed, finally facing away from her. She could see scars sticking from his back, he still wore the bandage as well and he hadn't changed it since this morning. He didn't care if she sat there, he undid the bandages after taking the shirt off. He slowly wrapped them back from the bottom up, it hurt when they were left unwrapped.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2017 6:14 pm
She looked up at him quietly as he commented on the color of her hair. Had it been that filthy? She remembered the grey color of the bath water and blushed a little, embarrassed by how filthy she'd been. She worked on her knots as he changed clothing, finishing just as he exited the bathroom. She was quiet and let him braid her hair without much complaint. She hissed and whined a little whenever it hurt. Much to her surprise, it didn't hurt as much as she expected it to. Most people, even Yitta herself, when braiding her hair would pull and catch on a newly tangled strand. So it was sort of amazing how good he was at braiding hair. She looked over at him, eyeing his hair curiously. It wasn't long enough to braid. Did nobility normally have hair that short? She noticed the scars poking up from the collar of his undershirt and stared at them curiously. She didn't know what to make of them, or what they were exactly. She looked away as he started to remove his shirt, shielding her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at him.
She'd seen a naked man before, but felt like it'd be more respectful this way. But her curiosity ultimately got the better of her and she chanced a peek at him. She was just in time to see what his shirt had been covering up. Old wounds, all up and down his back. They looked like the sort of wounds she and others had after being whipped. His skin on his arm also looked kind of bubbly. How had that happened? Why was this nobleman all marked up? Was he a soldier? Did soldiers have scars like his? Was a soldier? Had he been tortured by the bad guys? She noticed that he was starting to wrap up his wounds. "Uhm... Sir? Did... Did you clean those...?" She asked hesitantly. She had so many questions and was finally starting to believe what he was telling her. Maybe there really were kind people out there who helped others just to help them, without any evil in mind?
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Furtive little fingers wrapped around the edge of her room's door and ever so gently pulled it open. She glanced into the hallway, trying to see if anyone was out there. It was quite late at night by now, most people should be asleep. This wasn't a very large inn either but she knew it was the one where the Margrave always stayed. Here she'd been waiting, since that other woman had kicked her out. Waiting for her true love to be free and alone again. Waiting to hold him in her arms again. Oh, how she'd missed him. She tip toed down the hallway, to one of the brothers she'd made arrangements with beforehand. He told her that he'd left the window in Ken's room unlocked, as she'd asked. She gave him the coin she'd promised, then left the building. She went around until she was at Ken's window. The shutters and window were both unlocked.
She peered over the sill into the room, biding her time until her lover fell asleep. The sight of another woman around her man made her heart leap with fear. Oh no! Who's that?! She felt a panic grip her like she'd never felt before. She had to do something! What if that other woman had seduced him? She must protect their pure love! Mirabelle tossed aside her original plan of waiting until he was asleep to spirit him away, in favor of saving him from this new threat. She sneakily opened the shutters and slowly started to open the window. It was a still night, not very cold or warm either. Perfect for her intentions. She slowly climbed up onto the sill, trying not to make the curtains move to much as she stepped down into the room. She peeked out of one side of the curtains to find sight of him.
Then immediately ran out. She slipped as she reached his bed and landed face-first into his chest. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled her face away from his to look at him. "Darling! Oh, Darling! I've missed you so!" She was quick to push him down and kiss. She aimed for his mouth or basically any skin she could reach.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2017 7:11 pm
Kenneth turned toYitta and blinked, was she curious about his wounds? "No, but I'm alright." He finished wrapping, going to retrieve his shirt and pull it on. "Are you curious? I told you I was a slave, a clumsy slave who slouched, stole bread and scrubbed floors." He smiled, turning to head to bed when he saw her. "Who let you in?!" He fell onto the bed as she rammed into him and clung to him with both her arms and face. Her kissed his mouth as he tried to keep it closed from her tongue. He finally pushed her away and kept her at arms length. "Sh! It is late, did you follow me here? I want nothing to do with your witch craft." He stated, getting clung to once more as he felt the finely trimmed nails on his back.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2017 9:43 pm
Yitta watched the two in confusion. Why was the Lady in room four attacking the guest in room two? She noticed that the woman was clawing his back and winced. That had to hurt. She wasn't sure if she should do anything to break them up. Would she get in trouble for it? What if the guest complained? She stood by his bed, hesitating before letting herself get too close to them. She backed up and watched them awkwardly, fiddling with her braid to try to settle her nerves. If he was a slave, was he her slave? Was that why she was attacking him?
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"Darling, don't be upset! I know you wanted to come away with me. We can still be together! There's still a chance!" She said, kissing him once more even as he struggled to keep her away. She dug her fingernails into his back in an effort to keep him from pushing her away. She rubbed her cheek against his chest and cooed at him. "I'm not a witch, but for you I would become one. Love brought me here, nothing can keep us away from each other! We're destined to be together! Dearest, I know you didn't mean it when you kissed the princess! Come here, I'll reclaim your lips as many times as you want me too." She pulled away again to kiss him and this tip bit down on his lips a few times. She was trying to erase the memory of any other kisses he'd ever had, to become the only one who had kissed him. Then, certainly, he'd accept the fate they were meant to share together. She felt his back, finally noticing the wrappings. "Milord, what happened to you? Are you injured, my love?"
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