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Soft wispy blonde hair strands fell freely in the wind of the open window as the small manila colored car carried her from one area of forestry to the next. It was an awkward ride because it's most important passenger was in no mood to talk... Alexandria, clad in a worn maids dress with tattered apron sat with her eyes focused on the rolling trees and hills flying beside her and she imagined the idea of her flying. It was ludicrous to imagine something so magical but in this moment she pretended to live in the 'what if'. One of her ivory hands slowly moved to grasp the other's wrist and she turned to put her gaze down to her lap. In the front seat were two guards and one sitting beside her had a small gun resting in his lap...always pointing her way.

She was considered a dangerous pet, one who almost caused her previous owners death but what they assumed was far from the truth. The princess-like pet was far from princess-like in thought process but she couldn't help thinking that this was a tad too frivolous and idiotic. They had stripped her of her puppets and made sure they were destroyed anyway...it wasn't like she would be given any more for a while...

Her sigh evoked a small flutter from the gun beside her as the guard grew slightly more alert, it turns out he was just about to fall asleep. A few silent moments passed and she looked out to the window again as two large gates slowly bloomed open to allow the car inside. The guards were flabbergasted! They looked to the beautiful gardens and shrubbery and then basked in the glory of the huge castle esque estate. Alexandria found herself looking to it as well but she didn't bat an eyelash.

'Worried yet pet?' The guard above her spoke in a laughing voice. She simply shook her head. "I've cleaned for royals before...I'm not worried..." She said in a monotone voice before the barrel of the gun was pressed against her soft cheek. 'No one wants to hear your voice...' She simply nodded. She didn't even cringe as the barrel leading to death was pressed against her. She knew no fear...at least she held no fear for these idiots. Another quick glance towards the house arose thoughts in her mind though. It was no surprise that someone who could easily afford her also had a home so big. It would be difficult to get used to it but she would do her best to clean it to her master's desires.

She was led out of the vehicle and handed the small briefcase that held her belongings. Then she was led up the large expanse of stairs before reaching the front door where the head of her posse pressed a small button that was no doubt a bell to alert the home of their newest guest...

Alexandria was looking down like she had been instructed to do so but was relieved to realize that another servant had answered the door. He was treating her very nicely so he must have been a servant, no master would treat their pet this nicely. She looked up to him before actually entering the house and she took a small step back. The man was attractive, not something she expected. He reminded her a lot of the men the Duchess would usually surround herself with. Before he had the chance to shut the door she turned to watch as the men drive away.

She rose her hand softly while the other clutched her case tightly. She waved to them, twas usual custom. Then she turned back to the male and curtsied before finally stepping inside. This male's smile was strangely lulling her into a false sense of security that she wasn't liking too much but she would cooperate. "My name is Alexandria..." She was not given a last name from the duchess so she was just called Alexandria, sometimes Alex but it never caught on as a legitimate nickname. As she looked over the foyer she couldn't help but marvel at the idea of how long it would take to service every nook and cranny... She might even have to roll up her sleeves. She would have asked to get to work immediately but his soft voice drew her to look at him.

Her soft reserved eyes of the deepest blue looked into his teal eyes. "Oh that would be lovely thank you." She said with a nod before waiting for him to guide her. Alexandria was taught to speak when spoken too and expect to be treated like garbage incarnate, it was nice to be treated by those she would be working with but she was eager to meet the master. She would question when she would meet with him but again, she was taught to listen...and only speak when she was told too... which often led to horrid problems.

Alexandria couldn't really mentally describe her thoughts when he...fluffed...her hair. It was awkward and she wasn't expecting it at all. Shouldn't the servants show some sort of conduct, what if the master was here to see something so silly? He even spoke to her formally as If they were best friends already. She looked to the floor and followed him to the room that she would be staying in. She was told to speak her mind but...that was alien to her. How could she actually do something like that? His laugh was another alarming gesture that made her body feel a bit looser, a bit more relaxed. It was as if she were already a cherished member here...

She took a few steps into the room but her eyes couldn't come back from their wider state. She was not taken to the servants quarters? Where were the barracks, where were the other maids? He moved into the room after her and showed her the delicately made room. It was decorated as if a princess would live here...Alexandria was no princess. There must have been a mistake... She watched him, she looked into his smile and then he was gone. No advice was given, no rules were given to her...

With curiosity abound she placed her suitcase down on the floor and knelt down to open it. Inside was a few of her favorite rags to clean with, spare aprons, and a few worn little brushes. It was all the Duchess would allow her when she was thrown away. After placing the folded items in the closet she took the chance to look at herself in the vanity mirror while the dresses surrounded her. Each one was vibrant, beautiful, something a real women would wear... She was speechless, instead she undressed and moved slowly to the bathroom, she would no doubt be presented to the master soon so her first impression was crucial. She made sure to grab one of the more simple blue dresses out from the closet and entered the bathroom. Her body was younger than most but it was freshly developed with blushing skin decorating her shoulders and knees. The shower didn't last long but as soon as she was done she was stopped again by the assortment of different girly items located around the bathroom sink and shower itself. It was as If the Duchess had decorated it herself. She put on the blue dress with one of her old aprons and set her stockings up before getting her old shoes. She would have to talk to someone about this, something was definitely wrong.

Finally she tied her softening hair into the blue ribbons she had brought and waited at her door with her head down and her hands together at her waist. Eventually she heard footsteps and she looked to the male that she thought was the same male but instead he was... He was him?! But...he was no servant anymore... For the first time in a long time she blushed, almost radiantly! She made sure to look away, had she made a mistake?! Was he the master? Her mind was aloft in different thought processes before turning to him but keeping her gaze from him. "Am I...going to be helping with dinner or cleaning up after?" She chimed sheepishly in an attempt to 'speak her mind'...

Without warning he fluffed her hair again and she rose her hands up to fix it. It felt a lot like things were happening too fast and far too soon. Eventually she was led downstairs to one of the larger rooms which was filled with a large variety of loud people. Was the master throwing a party, who were all these people? If she had a puppet with her she would be hugging it out of sheer terror towards the situation.

It wasn't many people who could shock the poor blonde but this male was sure doing his best. She kept her emotionless gaze locked on the many people. She blushed radiantly as a larger old women pinched him for a roll, was this how servants were meant to act with everyone. Before she knew it she was sitting beside him and everyone was cheering her name, like she had won some big award. It didn't break her reserve but her fingers did tense up softly at her lap. The way he commanded the room, he must have been the master. She looked up tot he messy haired male with his teal eyes, eating away casually with his pets as if they were a family, a big family...

The duchess made her eat in the closet...the duchess thought the poor girl was uncultured and didn't want to watch her eat. This unfortunately made her shy about eating in public... As she watched everyone guilessly shuffle food into their mouths and talk with merriment she found herself without words. For a few moments she felt herself calmly fighting off a panic attack. They were talking to the master as if he were their brother, not their master... He was talking with them as if they were equal and earlier he had helped her through the house like she were a princess, alittle lady in fact.

She was used to quietly serving someone, no matter how horridly they treated her. Now she was surrounded by voices and customs that she didn't understand...it was a lot to take in. As the party continued she simply looked down to her apron. It was spotted with old blood stains and ripped in certain areas. She didn't realize it, but this apron would symbolize a broken soul of a pet, no matter what clothes she tried to wear...she would forever be a broken pet on the outside...

The blonde was obviously out of place. She was taken again by surprise when he drew close to her and placed her hand on her head. His warmth radiated from his hand and she couldn't stop her cheeks from blushing, perhaps from sheer embarrassment. Her new life? While she assumed she would sit and wile away in the warehouse, this man stood in front of her. He was a shining beacon telling her that she didn't have to feel that way anymore. Her life was beginning right now? She looked into his eyes with her own and for a moment she felt as if she connected with him...for a minute she even thought that she too could be apart of his family...

"It will not be easy..." She simply stated before standing and grabbing her own plate. Her cheek radiated a bittersweet pink while she gathered some of the foods presented to her with careful hands. She made sure not to end up in any squabbles over dinner rolls or such like before... After she finished she sat back down and nodded to the male. Before she started eating she smiled, which was probably one of the worlds most rare occurrences. If she were to be unhappy on the inside it wouldn't matter, he was officially her master... It was her job to make his life easier and happier, if doing this would fulfill her role in his life than she would gladly do her best. "I'll do my best ok? You should not have to worry about me...and please...call me Alexandria...it's the name I was given, and I would like to keep it."

Alexandria was vulnerable, she felt out of place and lost in this world of family and unity. She had grown used to everything her Duchess had taught her. She had graciously adopted the persona of a perfect slave... When he drew close she couldn't have predicted what would occur, he kissed her cheek. The soft warmth of him against her cheek drove her to bring a hand to it in shock but she didn't move too fast or fiercely. Her reserve still held true but her emotionless gaze didn't stop the crowd of people from hyping the situation.

She was taken aback, to the days when she would watch the Duchess be kissed by many attractive men. Handsome men from all over the world would kiss her cheek and her lips. They would make her feel like a real lady and for a moment she could hear her Duchess' voice...

'See this, this is real love Alex, sniveling little pets like you can dream. You especially can dream with your little puppets...but you'll never understand real people, and you'll never understand real love.'

Before she knew it she was blushing, feverishly. What was no doubt a friendly gesture on her master's part was actually something that she probably could have done without. She wouldn't allow herself tears...they were too good for her. Instead she faked a smile she knew would make her master happy. She ate away at the delicious food and even found time to eat some of the left over sugar cookies someone must have made. Alexandria had never been able to enjoy the sweetness of a cookie before so it was a treasured experience that wouldn't be sullied, even by her sadness.

She was going to grab her plate and wash it herself but another women grabbed it and shook her head, as if playfully telling her no. She had to speak, she had to smile, she had to sit back and be merry, she had to treat her master like and equal, but...she couldn't even clean? She looked down at the kitchen table as everyone worked together to take the dishes in along with the clothes. They were to be washed and put away and Alexandria...was apparently not going to be apart of that. Her master called for her and she looked to him for a moment only to look away in disappointment when he told that she wouldn't be of use this time around. Wander around?

She is to 'wander around'. Alex found herself sitting there, unable to move while everyone moved around them. She heard people talking, scattered conversations while they picked everything up. Some of the older slaves commented on her beauty. 'I don't really want her to do much anyway, she's to cute to be doing this stuff.' It was charming but she knew it wasn't true. Others were commenting on how strange she was. 'Why is she just sitting there, if Ceil gave me the day off I would...' She simply didn't know what to do with herself, maybe they were right to judge. She rose her hands to look at them and her eyes scaled the various callouses that would probably end up healing at this rate...

Even at the warehouse she cleaned, nothing but cleaning and working. It was her life, her reason for living. When everything began to quite down she stood and began walking to the kitchen. She would have to ask someone if she could help, it was the only thing she could really do. When she found herself in the kitchen she noticed the master by himself with a big pile of dishes. She slowly moved to his side and took over a sink beside him. The kitchen was magnificent, aside from it's multiple sinks for cleaning it must have had every type of hot surface for cooking imaginable. It even had a beautifully arraigned table set up, possibly for late night snacks. She had a feeling her master would protest about her helping but instead of asking she just got started... She rolled her sleeves up to reveal delicate ivory arms and dabbed soap into held water before soaking away. A few moments passed and she looked over to him, somehow feeling comfortable now that she was working...working with him.

"If it is not too much to ask...maybe when we are done...would you show me around? I do not wish to go anywhere I am not aloud..." He was her master, but he was also a brother in arms here, he knew what it must be like to share the slaves quarters and understand the callouses of a slaves hand. Maybe...maybe he won't judge her for hers... "Thank you..." She said softly, with a scarlet blush painting her emotionless face. Even though he shocked her and scared her...he did save her from the cold nights, the random beatings, and the loneliness she was expected to endure forever. If he hadn't paid the outrageous price for her then...she would never know the feeling of warm dishwater again, she would've never felt the soft sound of a happy voice against her ear, she would never have been kissed...even if it was on the cheek