The Guest (FlaminGlory/VioletPanda)
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				Title: <strong>The Guest (FlaminGlory/VioletPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>06-05-2016, 07:19:37</strong>
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				The manor was a buzz of activity as the whole house was preparing for the guests that would be soon arriving the next few days and that ball that was to follow after. Lord Cromwell seemed to be very be anxious about one of the guest or so was the gossip among the servants. Cecelia was a servant but not one to listen to such gossip or didn't care enough to comment on it. She had way more important things to do then to stand around and gossip with the rest of the servants. She had been given the job to getting the room ready for the special guest, a job that was drilled into her on how important it was to give them a good first impression of Lord Cromwell. Rumor among the servants was that the special guest was a royalty but she didn't put much thoughts in what the guest was until they saw them for herself. Dodging the other servants, she continued down the hall with a pair of clean sheets in her hand. She had spent all morning sweeping the floors, making sure the fire place was clean and opened the windows to air out the room. All that was left in the room was to make the bed and then room would be shut. No one would be allowed in that room but the guest when they arrived. <br><br>Flicking a strand of copper hair away from her green eyes, the only few strands that refuse to hide underneath the white hat that she wore with her black maid dress and white apron. Opening the heavy oak door, she entered the room, the smell lavender and the fresh air hitting her nose as she moved about the room. Placing the sheets on the night stand, she took the bottom sheet and started to make the bed. Making sure that the sheets and blankets were nice and flat, no wrinkles to be seen anywhere. Looking at her work, she gave a soft smile as she turned to leave the room. Catching her sight in the mirror and stopped, what she saw was the same freckle plain looking face. She imagined herself being as beautiful as Lady Cromwell, shaking her head she banished the thought as quickly as it came, she knew that she would never be as beautiful as her and that was no use in imagining anything like that. Walking to the window, she closed it and then headed out of the room, closing the door behind her and locking it. She would give the key to the head maid, so she could unlock it when the guest had arrived. <br><br>It seemed like it wasn't that long before they were told that they were to wait in front if the house with the rest of the servants. Rushing with the others, knowing that they would have to be out the door and in their spot before the guest pulled up to the front door. Heading outside, she stood with the other servants and waited for the guest to show up. A sense of excitement moved through her system as one of her favorite parts of about this job was seeing what people would be a guest at her Lord's house. She made sure a smile didn't show on her face as the vehicle with the guest in it moved up the lane. The sense of excitement seemed to fill the air as her eyes flicked over to each servant and to the family she served. Servants gossip indicated that this was to be the royals first visit to the country. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Guest (FlaminGlory/VioletPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VioletPanda</strong> on <strong>16-05-2016, 02:27:26</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The sun was setting by the time the carriage was going up the drive to the estate, as a matter of safety for the occupant of said carriage. All orders had been sent before hand, to be sure everything would be ready and Lady Alisia trusted Lord Cromwell had seen to the proper arrangements, including her sleeping arrangements. <br>&nbsp; She had explanations for any nosy questions that should soothe any suspiscions, and judging on what she knew of this land, Alisia doubted she would be questioned too deeply with regards to her oddities. These people seemed very...adept at tolerating any differences with nary a complaint so long as they did not clash with their own values.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Her attire, for example; she understood black was a sign of mourning here, or a color worn as part of a uniform for servants. The thick black dress with it's veil for her face was for protection from the sun, or if they were a more superstitious lot, a protection from evil spirits. The latter explanation she could rather ironic, considering her nature, but then, she had an odd sense of humor even for her kind.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; When the carriage came to a stop and the footman -Gregor- helped her down her careful hands and dainty steps were not for simply lady-like appearance. All her staff were loyal and knew of her secret and knew of her strength and yet trusted her anyway.<br><br>&nbsp; It seemed they had all assembled to meet her carriage, and she took in the sight of the large manor and the servants. They'd never know how they appeared to her- how much she saw with only a glance of her icy blue eyes! One girl in particular drew her attention- her hair was the color of copper and it shone in the light from lamps to welcome her. Breath-taking, if such a word would be applicable.<br>&nbsp; She knew her eyes were on the woman for longer than it was strictly needed, and so she hastened herself to Lord Cromwell, giving a slow nod of her head to the man.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Lord Cromwell, I do apologize again for my late arrival. As you can see," she gestured to her alabaster pale face with hands hidden by gloves that went to nearly her elbow. Very little of her could be seen- it was difficult to see if her hair was truly black of if it were simply hidden by her veil and the cloth that held&nbsp; it there.<br>&nbsp; What could be seen, for certain, was her face with nary a mark or blemish; truly, the mark of royalty.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"The sun would not be kind to me were I to travel during the day, and I do so enjoy traveling by moonlight. Your country has true beauty. Thank you for hosting us." <br>&nbsp; When she spoke of natural beauty, she could not help but think of the servant girl with fire-colored hair that had entranced her so upon leaving the carriage. Once she could free herself from her traveling clothes, tonight she would explore this place and perhaps learn more about this girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Guest (FlaminGlory/VioletPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>16-05-2016, 04:56:10</strong>
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				The courtyard was completely silent when the carriage pulled up as everyone seemed to hold their breath, there eyes focused on the door. Waiting for any signs of life within. It seemed like forever before the door open and the figure came out, Cecelia found that she had been staring at the door intently. When she did appear, she noticed that she was wearing all black and she thought that she was mourning, but depending on what country she came from it could mean something different. As she was standing there, she couldn't help but feel like someone was staring at her but she didn't look around to see who it was. She had to keep her eyes forward or she would be scolded by the head maid, but that feeling did cause her to shiver slightly. <br><br>As Lady Alisia turned his attention to Lord Cromwell, he puffed up his chest slightly as he came to greet her. "No apology is necessary My Lady." He told her as he took her gloved hand and kissed it. She had sent arrangements, although they were little weird but he did everything she asked, and her coming at dusk was no surprised at all. Giving her his arm and if she took it he would start leading her into the house. Sending his own foot men to help with the luggage as well. He hoped that he was making a good impression. When she said that the country was beautiful, he couldn't help but beam. <br><br>"Make yourself at home, anything you need all you have to do is ask." He told her as he lead her into the house. "I'll have your things brought to your room and I will lead you there myself." It was his duty as a host to make sure that she was comfortable. Once they were inside the house, the servants would slowly follow after, heading about and doing the last of their work before they would go down for supper and have a little free time before going to bed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Guest (FlaminGlory/VioletPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VioletPanda</strong> on <strong>04-06-2016, 00:30:58</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp; "Thank you." the Lady murmured, giving a polite smile at the appropriate formalities. Very few in her home country got so close as to kiss her hand these days.It was easy to see the Lord Cromwell was eager to please, and why not? Regardless of her station, she had seen men primp and preen and boast and get into all manner of trouble for a woman, of bloodline. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;She didn't much care for the overeagerness of men, so similar to a hound. But still, it was nice to see, in a way.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"I'm sure your hospitality will not disappoint, Lord Cromwell."<br>&nbsp;She turned marginally to glance at the line of staff which contained the lovely fiery-haired girl with a wry smile.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Your staff seem very capable indeed; I may even go so far as to say that they may rival my own. Different households, of course, but you seem as attentive to detail as I."<br><br>&nbsp; With those words, she took the offered arm. As they entered the foyer, she gave the front room and appraising look.<br>&nbsp; "I do love it..." she cooed. The angles were quite pleasing to the eye, and there was more wood used in the interior than in her homeland, all polished to a sheen.<br>&nbsp; "As I suspected before we entered, your eye for detail is exquisite. Or does that belong to Lady Cromwell? It all fits together so well,&nbsp; and not a spot mars any of it."<br>&nbsp; Perhaps her praise was rather heavy handed, but she felt it important to give naught but the finest impression of her character so if any reports were made, they would be dismissed. Likely they would regardless, but this also allowed her to praise the servants, including the one she had her eye on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Guest (FlaminGlory/VioletPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>04-06-2016, 06:25:19</strong>
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				Lord Cromwell seemed to puff up even more when she complimented his staff. He was proud of them, not many lords or ladies could say that as he heard many of them always complain about how they were slow or that they suspected that some were stealing from them, but he never had anything like that from them. He considered his servants like family and he hoped they thought of him the same way. <br><br>"Considering that this is your first visit to the country I wanted to make sure that everything is to your liking ." He told her, which was he was very attentive to detail. Although he couldn't help but blush as she said this, he could never though he would be anything like her. <br><br>"My lady is too kind." He said with a slight bow of his head. Leading her into the foyer, he let her look around. Hoping that she would find the house to her liking as well. "Lady Cromwell is the one that designed most of the rooms in the house and this is one of her rooms." He told her with another smile as he let go of her arm. Letting her walk around the room if she wanted to before he led her to her own room. <br><br>"I am pleased you like this room. They had spent a lot of hours on it." Lord Cromwell told her with a soft smile as he went to take her arm again. "Shall I lead you to your room?" He asked her. <br><br>The servants waited for them to enter the building and then they were able to go about their business, which would be dinner for some of them. While others waited to find out if the Lord or their guest needed anything. Cecelia was one of those, she was to be the maid standing on duty on the second floor, just in case the family needed anything else or was ready for bed. Then and only then would be able to get herself something to eat before she headed for her own bed. After a busy day they had, she wanted more than anything was to go to bed, but she would never show it on her face. It might make the guest think that her lord was over working her. <br><br>Her thoughts went back to the guest and how she had the feeling that she had been stared at during that time. Although she wasn't sure from who or from where, but she remembered how she got goosebumps on her skin and her hair had stood up on end and even now the goosebumps had not faded. She shook the thought out of her mind, there was not being stared at and it was her nerves that was getting to her. Her eyes moved up and down the hall, waiting for the call from any members of the family. 
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