A Taste of Power (Ravensahnk et FallenAngelNajdan)
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				Title: <strong>A Taste of Power (Ravensahnk et FallenAngelNajdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravensahnk</strong> on <strong>27-01-2014, 11:26:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.anttz.com/we/file/000/155/393/image-155393.jpg)</div>Giddeon looked at the Dark lord with uncertainty.&nbsp; What this man was proposing was outrageous.&nbsp; He was basically expected to sell his daughter to slavery in order to save his farm.&nbsp; “Allow me, my lord, to speak with her before I agree to this.”&nbsp; He said, his old voice sounding more defeated than he had when he had first entered the monstrous room.&nbsp; With that, the old man was escorted from the castle and was sent back to his farm.&nbsp; He felt defeated as he rode his horse with less gusto as he did before.&nbsp; He had thought he had something to offer with his valuable land.&nbsp; But now he was to send his daughter to be a slave, something about that did not bode well with the old man.<br><br>Upon arriving to his home, he saw that it was still standing and his youngest daughter, a girl all of six, was running around chasing a large butterfly, whilst her eldest sister, a young woman of eighteen, stand at the edge of what little crops they had weeding and tending to everything.&nbsp; His daughter had been promised to a decent man three years before.&nbsp; The man had been willing to pay a hefty dowry for his daughter’s hand in marriage, but before that could happen, he found a young woman of noble descent and disappeared without so much as a word.<br><br>His daughter hadn’t been forthcoming about the nuptials, so when she discovered he had ran off with another woman, she had made it a point to not bother with men.&nbsp; She was a stubborn young woman, but a strong willed one.&nbsp; She cleaned, farmed, and even managed to learn how to hunt during her youth.&nbsp; She was a great asset to this family, and to trade her to a man for the peace of mind that he could make a living felt…sick.&nbsp; When his daughters saw him, they both ran over to him and gave him a hug.&nbsp; “Papa!&nbsp; Look at the butterfly!&nbsp; It’s such a pretty Butterfly!”&nbsp; Alaina, his youngest, squealed in pure happiness.&nbsp; &nbsp;The old man forced his troubles aside and decided to first enjoy a nice family evening with his children and wife before he put their troubles on the table.<br><br>When Alaina was tucked into bed and Margerie, his wife, was sitting at the kitchen table while Holly prepared herself for bed in another room, he finally let out a sigh.&nbsp; “I do not think he will help us Margerie.&nbsp; He asked for something I cannot possibly fathom giving him.”&nbsp; He said.&nbsp; The old man looked just as old as he really was.&nbsp; His wrinkles seemed more pronounced, and his back seemed to be bowed more than usual, as if he were underneath a heavy burden.&nbsp; “What is it Giddeon, Darling, what is it he asked for?”&nbsp; The woman asked in a soft cajoling voice.&nbsp; Her soft hands brushed against his rough hands as she peered up into those old eyes.&nbsp; “He scoffed at my offer of land, but as I pleaded, I mentioned we had two daughters.”&nbsp; He said in a soft voice.&nbsp; “He said that he would offer us protection, if I sent our eldest to him to clean his home.&nbsp; I have a feeling that that is not the only thing that man wanted.&nbsp; When I was there, the castle was empty.&nbsp; Only he and his guards inhabit it from what I saw.&nbsp; It could be very lonely.<br><br>“We mustn’t send her.&nbsp; Holly has a temper Giddeon.&nbsp; She would rather die than be a slave.”&nbsp; She said.&nbsp; “It is selfish of us to ask that of her.&nbsp; A fate that she would consider far worse than being stoned!”&nbsp; She murmured, repeating her daughter’s words when she had made it abundantly clear she did not want to be wed.&nbsp; Little did either of her parents know, but Holly stand on the other side of the wall listening to everything that they said.&nbsp; Her mother was right, but she deserved to have a say.<br><br>“Perhaps we should just sell the farm and start anew elsewhere.”&nbsp; Margarie sighed as she stood to make some tea.&nbsp; “No!&nbsp; Mom!&nbsp; Dad!&nbsp; I refuse to allow you to sell this farm.&nbsp; This is the only thing that we have, the only thing that we know!”&nbsp; Holly finally spoke up.&nbsp; She moved to stand in the doorway, her flaming red hair falling down to her waist, falling loose as if she really were preparing for bed.<br><br>“If it is indeed my future that hangs in the balance of our family keeping the farm, then I willingly give it up.”&nbsp; She stated.&nbsp; Giddeon seemed to grow angry by his daughter naïve mind.&nbsp; “Holly you won’t be just a cleaning lady, you will be expected to be of service in other ways!”&nbsp; His father snapped.&nbsp; “You mean sex?&nbsp; Do you really think I care?”&nbsp; Holly asked.&nbsp; “I’ve resigned from the thought of ever being wed, I know what happens when a woman gets married.&nbsp; This is but a small price to pay for a better future for you, for Alaina.”&nbsp; She said seriously.&nbsp; “Please father.&nbsp; Please mother.&nbsp; Allow me to choose my own path.”&nbsp; Holly pleaded. <br><br>Her mother’s tears would not stop flowing the following morning as she hugged her daughter goodbye.&nbsp; She promised to visit once everything was situated and the spring had passed.&nbsp; &nbsp;Holly had to make it through the harsh winter that was quickly coming upon them with this fiend as well as a vast majority of the spring time.&nbsp; Holly was accompanied by her father, the two sharing the same horse as he carried them through the natural elements to the King’s Castle.&nbsp; It took them a day and a half with both of them on the horse.&nbsp; Holly felt weary of this, but knew she could not turn her back on her family now.<br><br>The castle was large, and very dark.&nbsp; Even though it was surrounded by a busy village, it felt as if it were only casting an ominous cloud over the happy villagers.&nbsp; She enjoyed her last few moments of freedom. She strolled through the market place for a few moments before they walked towards the gate.&nbsp; They were accompanied by a single guard, this time though, Giddeon noticed that he was looking down at the young woman instead of ahead as he was the last time he was here.&nbsp; As they entered the hall, Holly noticed that it wasn’t really decorated with much other than war items.&nbsp; There were steel suits and weapons adorned the walls.&nbsp; But there was no sign of a man.&nbsp; “Wait Here.”&nbsp; The guard stated before easing through a door.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of Power (Ravensahnk et FallenAngelNajdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>28-01-2014, 12:24:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u123/Najdan_999/Ian-Photoshoot-the-vampire-diaries-12248443-467-700_zpsdb2e340e.jpg)</div>After he had given the price he would take for protecting his land, he watched the reaction on the older mans face. He did not really have an interest in having a slave, but it would give him something to entertain himself with during the day. Lucus was a lord around here, people called him the Dark Lord and they should. But that did not mean that he had flocks of people coming to see him every day. People knew the kind of request he made for his help, and most of the time they had not the will to pay the piper. He nodded to the request of the man to speak with his family. But he knew that he would return with his daughter very soon. It did not have to be the next day, or even the day after that, but he would be coming back to pay the price.<br><br>After the was escorted out of the room he returned to his chair. It was in the back of the room, sitting higher then anything else in the room. He fell into it, his day returning to the slow repetitive passage of time that it had been for weeks. He thought about what it would be like to have another person around here, someone to have contact with. He had his guards, but they never really came into the castle until someone came by to request something of him, or he called them. No, having someone inside of his castle would be a vast improvement to his current mood. His mind turned to the thoughts of what he would have her do. He should build a list for her, something that would keep her busy for when he did not want to be around her. He rose from his chair, walking out of the grand hall and into one of the many corridors. Most of them where decorated with past war trophies and weaponry. Most of the people thought it was his fathers, or grandfathers as it was too old for him. But the truth was it all was his. He had used it all, in many different wars and battles.<br><br>He was not just a normal privileged male that was born into noble blood. He had clawed his way out of the muck and grim that was his life before this. He made his life, and gained power along the way. May people would call what he had a curse, a hex. But it was pure power to him, and nothing stopped him from using it. He passed by a shield that had a wolf paw engraved in the center of it He touched it lightly, it was the only reminder of his clan.<br><br>He quickly turned from it, walking down the hallway. He was going to make sure that she cleaned and polished all of the items down every hallways. He would expect perfection and nothing else. These where the items that he collected and the only things that he cared about. He turned into a room that was to his right, the very first door after the one he came from. This was the study, one of the only rooms that he entered or used. His bed chambers, the study, the library, the grand hall and that was all. There had been parts of the castle that he had not been in for years, nor did he have a want to go into them. He was fine with what he had.<br><br>He sat down at his desk, looking over the map of the village below. He looked for where the farmer told him his land was. It seemed to be in a place that would not cause him too much trouble to protect. But depending on who the people where that was trying to take over the land, he might have to make a personal appearance. About half of the villagers thought he was some kind of powerful magic user. The other thought of him as a war lord that thrived on the thrill of battle. The truth about his nature was not that far off from both of them, but at the same time they could not be farther off.<br><br>Once he was done looking at the map he pushed it away. There was a few letters about different events that he was invited to. But he never went to them. The other lords and ladies that he had to spend time with made him want to lock himself inside of a closet and never come out again. There talk was enough to put someone to sleep. They always tip toed around him, like he would snap and cut off all of there head if they said one thing out of line. He never really knew if that was because of his reputation or if that was just there normal manor at such events. He grabbed the letter and took them over to the small bin of trash that was there. It had been a long time since it was emptied, and many little scraps of paper and other odds and ends had over flown and fallen to the ground. He used to use them to light fires in the fire place right over on the wall. But he stopped caring about fires when he started to have to light them himself.<br><br>He felt like he was tired, and ready to go and rest. He walked out of the room and started down to his bed chamber. It was the very last door at the end of this hallway. As he walked her passed countless items of his history. He paid them no attention as he passed. He pushed open the door to his bed chamber, walking over and stripping down as he got closer to his bed. Once he was there all that was left was his slacks. He climbed into his bed, pulling nothing over him to shield his body from the elements.<br><br>The night passed with out any dreams, or nightmares. He just simply awoke the next morning before sun break. He climbed out of bed and walked over to his dressing area. He picked out fresh clothes and pulled them over his form. He did not care what he looked like, simply dressed in a dark blue shirt and dark slacks. He returned to his study, reading over anything that came by runner today. There was nothing that held his interest for long. There was some reports from the outskirts about water conditions and food production and supply. He simply gave his stamp, approving more rations for the workers and some of the farmers out there.<br><br>After a few hours of poring through his letters and reports, he left the study. His mind was already numb. He did not want to have another useless day, there was something that he was going to have to do about it. Right as he walked into the grand hall, one of his guards came in.<br><br>"Dark Lord, there seems to be a visitor that wishes to speak with you." Lucus looked at the guard, thinking it had to be someone from the outskirts asking for more food. He was about ready to turn around and send them away when the guard spoke again. "It seems like the man from yesterday has come to pay the price." His brain stalled for a moment. The idea that the farmer had caved that quickly. He waved to the guard signaling to have them come in. The guard nodded and walked back out of the door and waking up to the the pair of them. "He will see you now."<br><br>The guard lead them in, opening the door and allowing them to pass through and into the room. It was a very large room. His chair was up on a raise platform. He was already sitting in it looked down at them. The room had pillars&nbsp; along each side of the room, about ten feet apart. It was made of marble, with a long rug that leg up to the chair and to the door they just came through.<br><br>"I see that you have come to pay the price. With this I am willing to offer protection of your land. You will no longer have to worry about anyone coming for it, nor will you have to worry about your families life or well being. I shall ensure that daughter is well taking care of, and she will be able to work for her stay." As he was speaking, he was rather pleased with his daughter. He did not expect her to be a lilly that was surrounded by weeds. He never thought about what else he could do with her, other then using her for company and cleaning. But now other thoughts lingered in his head.<br><br>"Is there anything else you would like to say, or ask for before I need to show my new maid around and explain her duties?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of Power (Ravensahnk et FallenAngelNajdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravensahnk</strong> on <strong>29-01-2014, 12:58:02</strong>
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				Giddeon felt a weight burdening his shoulders as he lead his daughter through the halls.&nbsp; She had willingly come here, but he wasn’t sure how she felt about all of this.&nbsp; She had been a closed book since they had left the farm.&nbsp; She wasn’t offering much, but before they had entered the castles she had said her goodbyes.&nbsp; Whatever she had in mind, it seemed she wanted to be quiet in front of this man.&nbsp; When the lord asked if there was anything else he wished to say, he just shook his head.&nbsp; There was nothing that he could really think to say to the man, so he just looked at his daughter with tears in his eyes.<br><br>Her father pulled her into his arms and kissed her temple.&nbsp; “Is breá liom tú, Iníon”&nbsp; <em>I love you, Daughter</em> he whispered in Gaelic.&nbsp; “Is breá liom tú ró” <em>I love you too</em> She whispered in a voice that her father could barely hear.&nbsp; He stepped back and looked over his daughter.&nbsp; “I thank you my lord for everything, I hope you take great care of my daughter, she is a verra unique young woman.”&nbsp; He said not taking his eyes from his daughter.&nbsp; He did not want to leave, but it was obviously clear that if he had nothing else to say, he was not welcome.<br><br>Holly felt empty as she watched her father leave with his head down.&nbsp; Somehow he thought he had failed her, but she had willingly come to this place.&nbsp; She had finally found her way to help her family.&nbsp; She watched her father disappear through the door and she knew he go straight home.&nbsp; Holly turned away from the door and then took in the dark lord.&nbsp; He was her “master” now, even though it appeared that he was perhaps five years older than she.&nbsp; Her jaw was set in a stubborn line, her hazel eyes gazed up at the man.&nbsp; He was quite attractive, but that meant nothing when you were looking at a man who saw you as just the help.<br><br>Holly wore a simple dress that was worn at the knees and had a few stains on it from their travels.&nbsp; She had a small sac at her side that contained all of her personal possessions and a maroon travelling cloak that she had taken off once they were inside the warmth of the castle.&nbsp; She looked around the massive room and felt overwhelmed.&nbsp; She wanted to just run back to her father and say she couldn’t stay, but she allowed none of her true feelings show.&nbsp; She remained an emotionless canvas for this man.<br><br>She planned on being as unsociable as she possibly could be.&nbsp; She didn’t want to talk to him, nor did she know what she would say.&nbsp; They had nothing in common.&nbsp; He was a lord of a massive castle and had his own village to govern.&nbsp; She was a poor farmer’s daughter who had surprising attributes that not many men were interested in.&nbsp; She knew all the traditional things that made a woman alluring, cooking, cleaning, and sewing.&nbsp; But not many men wanted a woman who could challenge them and hold their own in an intellectual conversation.&nbsp; No, this man appeared to enjoy the stupid rich girls of court.<br><br>After a few moments she gave him a gentle curtsy that lowered her more and gave him a better view of her bosom.&nbsp; Her body was modest compared to other women.&nbsp; Her breasts could easily be overlooked if she chose to wear the wrong clothing.&nbsp; But in dresses they appeared much larger and quite comforting.&nbsp; She stood at five feet two and that was a certain challenge she was sure she wouldn’t be able to get over working for him.&nbsp; Once she stood up straight, she grabbed her bag and moved closer to him so that she could follow him, indicating she was ready to get everything over and done with.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of Power (Ravensahnk et FallenAngelNajdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>01-02-2014, 04:09:58</strong>
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				He watched the father and her say there goodbyes, and he was sure that it was a little heart breaking for them. But he had offered they deal, and they had taken it. They could have just defended the farm themselves and stayed together. But now they had taken the easy route, and this was the price they had to pay. He walked down the rise of his chair, and looked at her. She was young, at a prime age. He was rather shocked that she was not already married off. Most of the daughter her age where already wedded and having a child or two. But she was still under the care of her father up to now. He nodded to her as she gave him a curtsy, and turned around once she was ready to follow him. He went out into the hallway that connected to the Grand Hall. He walked down a few paced and turned to look at some of his items.<br><br>"You shall only address me as Lord or Master, I will hear none of this Dark Lord. You will have many duties that you will have to finish each day. One of those things will be to dust and polish all of my collection, as you can see it has not had proper care in a long while. Some of these items are very delicate, so use a gentle hand with them." He started walking down the hall again, not even waiting for her to give him any sign of if she understood him. He walked down pass his study. "That room here is my study. All you will be required to do in there is empty the waste, bring in wood for the fire, and stock the supplies. If there is any mail, bring it into there and set it on my writing table." Continuing down the hallway, passing many items displayed on the walls ranging from sword and axes that looked like they where in some form of battle, to books and works of art. The door before his own bed chamber he stopped. "Down at the end of his hall way is my bed chambers. Every three days I want my lines changed and washed. My clothes are meant to be hanged up after washing them. I don't ever want to see a single stain on them."<br><br>He went into the door way, and they entered another hallway. This one was much smaller, and it did not have any items on display. It was far darker in this hallway, as the only lights came from the small windows at the top of the walls. "These are the servant walk ways. They will lead to your living chambers, and you will also find many of the items you will need to complete your duties in one of the supply closets down by them. I will also supply proper attire for you to wear while you work. You will have one day off a week, but you are not allowed to travel into the village unless I allow it. Your day off you're free to use the grounds as you see fit." He came to a small wooden door that seemed more like a stall door then any of the others they had passed in the castle. He opened it and allowed her to enter. "This is going to be your living chambers. Do with it as you see fit."<br><br>The room was about ten feet long and eight feet wide. There was a small bed pushed into the corner. It had a well made blanket and pillow that was stuffed with feathers on it, but they where very worn out. There as a small table in the other corner, that had a candle stick standing on the side of it. The rest of the room was bare, and there was a small draft. "For now put your things down and I would like for you to start on my collection. My cook has taken a leave, so when I call for you, you shall make me a meal." He turned around and started back down to the main hallway. He hated being on this side of the castle, it pulled at his memories, trying to remind him of just what he had came from. It did not take him long to remove himself from it, his strides much quicker then what they had been when he was leading her around.<br><br>After he reached the main hallway, he let his mind start to calm down. He went over what he had said, and realized that he was living up to the title that the people had given him. He was short, and to the point with her. It did not bother him, as she was his servant, but maybe he would lighten up on it. She was in fact the only person around him now. He had told her a lie before, he had never had a cook, he had been cooking for himself for the longest time. But that was something that she would never know. He also told her she could not leave his grounds unless she had permission from him. He was never going to give it to her, the chance at her running away for telling the people how he lived was far too high of a risk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of Power (Ravensahnk et FallenAngelNajdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravensahnk</strong> on <strong>01-02-2014, 12:46:36</strong>
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				Holly was silent as he showed her around.&nbsp; She knew she would get lost at least once or twice while staying here.&nbsp; &nbsp;With each room that he showed her, she realized that he had been lacking a cleaning staff for quite some time.&nbsp; At this rate, it would take her weeks to clean and polish everything in the castle, not just those that he wanted cleaned.&nbsp; She knew he would assign those tasks with time.<br><br>When he lead her down a cool hallway to the servant’s quarters, she felt her heart sink.&nbsp; It was one thing to have a private room to herself, but to have the door like a stall to where he could just look in on her while she slept made her feel uncomfortable.&nbsp; She would be sure to remedy that.&nbsp; She watched as he turned away from her after telling her to do what she wished with the small room, and then exited.&nbsp; Holly sighed as she looked around the small room and then threw her bag on the bed before easing out of her cloak.&nbsp; She wore a simple tattered dress, and it was perfect to clean in. <br><br>She retrieved a ribbon from her bag and tied her hair back in a firm bun before leaving to search for the kitchen, which he had not thought useful to show her to.&nbsp; It took her almost an hour of roaming randomly until she found it.&nbsp; The kitchen was in a horrific condition, and instead of doing as he said, she decided to focus on cleaning and preparing the dinner early.&nbsp; She figured she could give him a glimpse at what she could do.&nbsp; She went to the icebox outside, which was basically a box in the ground with a cover on it.&nbsp; Since it was early fall, most things kept for a couple days.&nbsp; She found a nice chunk of meat and pulled it out.&nbsp; It was at least three pounds, which would be enough for herself, him, and his men if they ate.<br><br>She focused on trying to clean some of the dishes that were thrown haphazardly around the room.&nbsp; By the time she had some water nice and hot to start cleaning and a pot full of water with the meat in it, she started to clean.&nbsp; She occasionally would stop cleaning to add some vegetables and herbs she found in a small patch out back.&nbsp; She made a quick note to find a planting bowl so she could continue to grow fresh herbs throughout the winter as well. <br><br>Two hours after he had left her alone, the aroma of food was permeating the kitchen, and she was sure it was moving through the estate.&nbsp; She was sure he would smell the food and come to investigate, which was why she placed a chair outside the door to block him from coming in, but to also allow air to come in to airdry the freshly scrubbed stone.&nbsp; She placed a bucket on the ground beside the washing basin that she would use for scrubbing his trophies.<br><br>Hours had passed since he had left her alone.&nbsp; The aroma of food could be smelled throughout the castle at that point, and she was just about finished with cleaning the kitchen.&nbsp; She had pulled down the tapestry that had been keeping all the natural light out.&nbsp; It revealed cool glass, which was something she could appreciate.&nbsp; Her project for the next couple of days would be to do all the tapestries, all bedding, and clothing.&nbsp; At least then if it was far too stained, she could just throw it out and advise him to get new clothing.&nbsp; Now that she was finished the basin, she tried picking it up, and found that she was struggling with it.&nbsp; She got it to the floor without hurting herself or spilling anything.&nbsp; She then focused on trying to push it out of the doorway.&nbsp; If he were to walk in at that moment, he would see her perfectly sculpted rear as she struggled to push something that was far too heavy and far too big for her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of Power (Ravensahnk et FallenAngelNajdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>06-02-2014, 21:09:13</strong>
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				He pushed all thoughts of her and how he had acted around her from his head. He continued on to his study, thinking about sending off a few letters to some of the land holders. And not only that he needed to draft up a notice that would let everyone know that her fathers land was now under his official protection. He could already tell that today was going to be a day spent mostly inside of his study. He only smiled in response to him thinking that he had barely left his study when they had shown up, and now he was going back there so soon. But he had to get this done, as it was part of the deal that he had struck.<br><br>He pushed open the door to his study, and closed it behind him. He thought about locking it just in case she tried to come into it to clean it up, but he was sure she would be busy with his collection for most of the day. He sat down at his desk, and pulled out a few parchments, and started to ponder about how he would let the other large land owners know what he would be expecting them to do in the coming months. He normally let them do as they pleased, but with the rise in food cost was starting to effect the people he governed. The letters from the outskirts where not the first ones, nor would they be the last ones like them to come to his door. But, with a firm hold on what he wanted to say, he picked up his quill and started to write. His penmanship was something that he hated. But the reason why he hated it was far from normal, as it was too good in his own opinion. He spent time on it years ago, and ever since then people had been asking him about the scribe that he had working for him, because the letters where almost a work of art. He often thought about writing with his left hand, just to do the same chicken scratch that has became popular over the years.<br><br>It was about the time that he finished with the letter, and was about ready to start working on the notice when the first scents of food hit his nose. He held his breath, as if him breathing would remove it from his presence. There was only one other person in the castle right now, and he was sure that she would have been working on her duties and not cooking. But before he could give that more through, his stomach grumbled, as if he had forgotten to eat for days. He looked down at the large parchment and then up to his study door as if he was trying to decide what one was more important to him. He knew that if he got up now he would not come back to finish his work, so he looked back down, and started to write out the notice. He did not have to think about what he was going to say very much, as he had made many of these in the past.<br><br><div align="center"><em>I, Lord Lucus Von Klampenverb<br>here by give notice to all my subjects<br>that this land is under my protection.<br>Anyone inflicting harm, or ill natures<br>upon this land and the people<br>residing in it shall be subject to my<br>choice of punishment.</em></div><br>He quickly signed the bottom of it, and rolled it up. He set it in the small box at the head of his desk that one of his guards would later come for and send out. He did not have to tell the guards where the notice was going to be hanged, as they already knew about the farmer and the deal that was forged the day before. Now that he was finished with his work, he rose from his chair and made his way out of his study. As soon as he opened the door the delicious scent of food assaulted his sense of smell. It was as strong as if someone was cooking at his study door. Just how long has she been working in the kitchen and not on his collection he wondered. He made his way through the hallway, looking to see if anything was polished or even moved. He was disappointed that nothing was done, but he only looked up to the point where the path the to kitchen intersected the main hallway.<br><br>He arrived at the kitchen to see the door slightly open. He was about ready to push it open, when he saw the chair, and that made his halt just long enough for him to think. She had put the chair there to keep him out, or hand she put it there to keep the door open? He was not sure, but for now he did not want to let her know that he was there. He chose to remain outside of the kitchen, looking in on her working. She seemed to be working on a few different things at once, and he could tell that she was skilled at maintaining many different tasks at once. He was sure that her life on the farm had given such a skill at an early age. It was as if she has a timer on each task, and right when it needed tending to she was there, ready and already working on it. <br><br>Then he saw her pulling the basin and barely managing getting it to the ground. He could tell that she was going to be heading out of the kitchen with it, so he made his way around this door, deciding to use the side door to the kitchen. It took him no longer then a moment to make his way around, and when he opened the small door that was normally meant for the service men to use to avoid running into the busy kitchen staff he got himself a view that he was not expecting. There, as if it was put on display for him own enjoyment sat her rear. If he was a lesser man he would have walked over to her and take it into his hand. But that was not something he would do, at least not yet. He watched her, enjoying her struggling with the task of moving the basin, and the angle it put her body in. Only after a few short moments of enjoying this, he grew tired of it, and cleared his through loudly, trying to draw her attention to him.<br><br>"I am glad that you are doing the tasks that I set you out on. I see that you have gotten this kitchen in order and now manageable. It also seems that you have found your way around the food storage here. That is good, as it will be a part of your daily tasks. But I think you are going to take more then to get that to where you need it, then it took you to get it ready. I would call someone to help you, but there is no one that can at this point in time." He walked closer to her, and eyed the basin a little as if it was something below him. "Lets move this along a little faster, shall we?" He picked it up with one arm, lift it to a position and then shifting the weight of it so he could maintain it with both of his arms. "Let us be on the way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of Power (Ravensahnk et FallenAngelNajdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravensahnk</strong> on <strong>08-02-2014, 12:33:06</strong>
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				Uncertainty rang in her.&nbsp; She wasn’t certain if he was being sarcastic about her finding her chores or not.&nbsp; He had stated he wanted his possessions dusted first, but this kitchen was far too dirty for her to want to work in it.&nbsp; It had taken her an hour to just get dishes cleaned up enough for her to start dinner, let alone the other minor cleaning.&nbsp; He could clearly see though that the floor was spotless, and was now air drying, and that even the shelves were wiped clean and all the dishes were washed.&nbsp; The whole work table was stacked high with all the dishes that she had rewashed and had set to dry.&nbsp; While many other items were better organized, and some set to display the various jars of herbs she had already started to dry out for the winter.&nbsp; She had a couple of bowls already backed with fresh dirt and had them on the window sill where she had the windows open and seeds were already set aside to be planted.<br><br>She nodded to everything he said and gave him a thankful bow to show her appreciation of his aide.&nbsp; She grabbed the broom made up of stiff hay bristles.&nbsp; She motioned for him to follow her and she lead him out to the gardens where there were dusty old cobble stones.&nbsp; The garden was lacking a woman’s touch, everything seemed so…cold.&nbsp; The color that she associated with fall seemed to only remind her of death here.&nbsp; The garden was basically just a maze of hedges with weeds growing out everywhere.&nbsp; It seemed abandoned and it felt like a place of doom.&nbsp; She motioned for him to throw the water over the cobble stones so that she could sweet away any loose rocks, grass, and dirt.&nbsp; The moment the water hit the stone she went to work and swept her way down the path rather quickly.&nbsp; She at least wanted to make the area where she would be feel more inviting, she would have to focus on doing this on her day off if she wanted to have some outside time.&nbsp; She just knew that this was a great excuse to get outside.&nbsp; Once the water was brushed off and the path seemed much cleaner, she gave him a polite curtsey and she motioned for him to come inside with her.<br><br>Like any man, he had probably come to the kitchen due to the aroma that now permeated the air throughout the castle.&nbsp; When she stepped in she lead him through the doorway to the dining room where she had noticed there had been plenty of other dirt dishes.&nbsp; She had cleaned the table off, though nothing else in the room had been touched as of yet.&nbsp; His seat was cleared off and she had a clean bowl sitting there awaiting him.&nbsp; She grabbed two goblets and carried them over to the table, she then moved and got a small platter that had a pitcher of chilled water and a bottle of mead that had been amongst many more.&nbsp; She carried it over to the table and poured him a glass of each before placing the platter on a side table.&nbsp; She then disappeared back into the kitchen for several minutes while she finished up the dinner.&nbsp; She emerged a few moments later with a small salad that was covered with a yellow relish that she had made from some fruits that had been in the food storage.&nbsp; She placed it in front of him before returning to finish the vegetables.<br><br>She had had a large pot of water boiling when they had gone outside, and now she was throwing a few string beans in the boiling water to blanch it.&nbsp; She let them boil for a few minutes before she dumped the water into the now empty basin.&nbsp; She strained the vegetables before she ladled a large bowl for him and then placed a handful of beans on top to give it a nice look, though she personally thought the vegetable that was not cooked in the gravy gave the meal a nice contrasting taste.<br><br>When she brought his food out to him, she took a step back after placing the bowl in front of him after taking the empty salad bowl out of the way.&nbsp; She wasn’t sure if he expected her to eat with him, or if he even wanted her in there.&nbsp; She honestly would rather just cleaning and go to bed.&nbsp; She had been travelling all day, and now she just wanted to go home and relax in the comforting warmth of her blankets.&nbsp; She had brought her own with her, but she would also stock up with some from the servant’s closets.&nbsp; She decided to rid herself of the dirty dish and moved to the kitchen.&nbsp; She removed all the food from the open flame on the range and decided to close some of the doors and windows since nightfall was falling upon them.&nbsp; When she returned to the kitchen, he had just started his meal.&nbsp; She stood by silently as she awaited his reaction.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of Power (Ravensahnk et FallenAngelNajdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>16-02-2014, 10:00:07</strong>
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				He was not sure what she was doing with the water that he was now carrying for her, but he followed her none the less. He started to think about how she had never said a word to him at all the entire time she has been here. It was not strange for servants to think that they had to be silent in the presence of there Lords and Masters, but he had not given her any kind of hint or rule about it. He would give her time, maybe she is trying to impress him or something along those lines. He rather enjoyed talking to people that where not trying to get into his good graces. Once she led him out into the gardens, he could tell what she wanted to do. He did not have a green thumb, and it was very evident by how the garden was fairing on his grounds. He assumed that she had already found this out and was going to take this under her control as well. He did not mind, as he hardly ever came out here anyways.<br><br>Once she showed him where she wanted him to throw the water, he just sat there for a moment with the feeling that she was more in control of there little interactions then he was. He threw the water and watched her quickly start work on the cobblestone. He watched her quickly sweep the water down the pathway, clearing away any kind of sediment that was pulled loose by the water and her sweeping. He was not fully sure why she was doing this first, but it gave the area a more clean look when she was done. He followed her back into the castle, and when she pulled him through the kitchen and then into the dining room, he was happy to see that she had cleaned off the table. He was almost glad that she had started here, and not anywhere else. His nose could pick up many of the different things that she was cooking, but some of the things where not as sharp as others. He walked over to the table and sat down at the table.<br><br>He looked around, and saw that she had cleaned just the table, and some of the dishes that he had left around the room was still here. He knew that it would not take long for those things to be cleared away with the way she is going. He turned to her when she came back in with the platter that had the drinks. He enjoyed that she gave him a choice, and did not just bring him one thing. He waited until she put them down in front of him, and then the platter to the side. He picked up the water first, taking a drink. She left the room again, and he could hear her working inside the kitchen. He did not know what she was going to bring him this time. He was used to what ever he felt like eating for the most part, but she was also from a farmer's household so her cooking skill would be of that level. But when she came in with the salad, he was surprised. It was not something that would be served at a fancy dinner party that was fitting of his status, but something he would enjoy even more. His taste for food was more about its flavor, then the appearance.<br><br>He started to eat the salad, enjoying the fresh taste to it. He could not place each of the different flavors was inside of the relish, but it had a wonderful bold flavor to it. He could not help but keep eating it as if someone was going to come by and try and take it from him. Once he was done with it, he set the bowl down. He was sure that she was going to be able to fill his taste for food. He was even now interested in what was going to be coming. It was not every day that he looked forward to getting food. When the doors opened again and she came in with the new dish, he watched her. He was sure his anticipation shown on his face as she picked up the salad dish and left the new one. He looked over it, and even tho he had already ate the salad before hand, the dish made him feel like he had been waiting for it for the entire day. He quickly dug into it, letting more of his unsophisticated side of him show as he enjoyed it.<br><br>He was quickly done with the dish, and picked up the mead and took a long drink from it. He set the glass down and turned to her slightly. "I think that I would rather have your cooking then my own cooks. He thinks that the appearance of the food is more important then the taste. Your dishes are superior to his in just about every way. Where did you find all of these ingredients, I am sure that we where almost out of our fresh items. I have been using the dried products for the longest time." His cook had left years ago, he knew this. But what he said was not untrue. Her dishes where much better then anything that man had ever produced before. He also made sure to ask her a question to see if she would talk to him if he asked her, or if she did not have a voice at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of Power (Ravensahnk et FallenAngelNajdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravensahnk</strong> on <strong>21-02-2014, 06:21:05</strong>
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				Holly wanted to keep up with this charade of being a mute.&nbsp; She preferred not being expected to speak.&nbsp; While she wanted to speak, she knew that it could be a nice little weapon later on.&nbsp; She could surprise him one day, which would perhaps give her the upper hand to lay into him and tell him everything about him that was horrendous.&nbsp; Because she was positive there would be a list.&nbsp; There was a list about every man she had ever encountered.&nbsp; Or perhaps if she kept quiet enough, he would not want her.&nbsp; She was quickly beginning to notice that she was the only person here.&nbsp; While she didn’t really try to view him as a person, she knew it had to be lonely here.<br><br>She watched him eat his food and drink the mead with much gusto.&nbsp; It did feel nice to be complimented so early on that he enjoyed her cooking, this would most certainly be something she could look forward to doing.&nbsp; She enjoyed cooking and baking just as much as her mother.&nbsp; She just needed to find a way to convey what she would need.&nbsp; Perhaps if she convinced him she was a full mute, he would trust her to go to the village.&nbsp; She doubted he would tolerate a woman who knew how to read and write.<br><br>In this society, a woman who was literate was a crime.&nbsp; Teaching women to do these was considered an abomination, that this was a man’s world and women were only there for taking care of the household and bearing children.&nbsp; Holly had been offered to several suitors in the past five years.&nbsp; And each one of them that appeared on the doorway expected a woman who would just lay on her back and produce an heir to their estate.&nbsp; While she did want children one day, she did not want to be treated as an object.&nbsp; As a slave, even if she was technically his property, she had a job and was not expected to warm his bed and be that obedient wife to part her thighs for him.<br><br>When he asked her a direct question as to where she found the lettuce she shrugged and then pointed out to the hedges that was visible through the open window.&nbsp; There had been a garden there at one point, and now everything was growing wildly.&nbsp; She knew she needed to convey that she needed to convey that she needed more food to cook for the following days, as she had used the last bit of meat.&nbsp; She had used just about every fresh ingredient she had found, and&nbsp; now there was only dry stock left.&nbsp; There perhaps was plenty growing wild.&nbsp; She had noticed a few apple trees and strawberry vines that had flourished in the summer weather, she would be planning on picking them in the coming days, but that would be for later.<br><br>She stood there for several minutes, allowing him to digest his food and to simply enjoy the remnants of his meal before she motioned for him to follow her.&nbsp; She lead him through the heavy doorway and to the back where the meat box was.&nbsp; She lifted it to reveal that there was nothing inside at all.&nbsp; It was a harshly dug box, with a box made out of chiseled rock.&nbsp; Rock maintained cool temperatures all year round, and this was a great piece of cratfmanship.&nbsp; But now it was completely empty.&nbsp; She looked up at him and motioned that there would be nothing to eat for the future if he did not fill it.&nbsp; She hoped that by conveying that, he would somehow allow her to the marketplace, or at least stock it up himself.&nbsp; <br><br>When she stood and brushed the dirt from her tattered dress, she noticed just how different the two were.&nbsp; He was tall and masculine with a shaggy hairstyle and beard.&nbsp; It was obvious that he rarely left his castle, or if he did, he did not care what others thought of his appearance.&nbsp; He was dressed in fine clothing and seemed very clean.&nbsp; Her hair was wild and fell around her lithe frame in long fiery tendrils that escaped any tie she put to her hair.&nbsp; Today her hair was falling down to frame her face and licking at the back of her neck.&nbsp; She was barefoot and had an incredibly dirty dress and apron on over it.&nbsp; She just looked like a common houseslave really.&nbsp; &nbsp;Many of them got dirty from their daily duties, she knew that she would have to seek out a bathtub she could clean up in.&nbsp; She knew there would be one in his room, but she wasn’t quite sure where the servant’s bath would be.&nbsp; There wasn’t anything outside as she had been told there would be from the few slaves she had met throughout her life.&nbsp; They had always said they had slept in a separate building all together that accommodated up to twenty slaves or more.&nbsp; The slave’s quarters here was tiny and could only accommodate one person, mayhap two.&nbsp; This man never had more than one slave, and if he did, his slaves before her lived in the luxurious rooms she had seen when she had been exploring the castle.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of Power (Ravensahnk et FallenAngelNajdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>17-11-2015, 11:36:22</strong>
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				He should have known that his question was not going to be answered in the traditional since. Ever since she had arrived at the castle, she had not said a single word to him. Even at this point he was unsure if she was putting on the act of a good servant, seen but not heard, or if she really lacked the ability to speak. When he made the deal, in the back of his mind he thought that the worst he would have gotten out of it was someone that would clean his castle, and cook him meals. But there was also the desire to communicate with another, something that he did not do on a regular basis. He had ran out most of his servants a long time ago, and even his cook had left after a while. He would often go days without muttering a single word to the walls. But now here was a person that he could speak to, but it was almost no better than before.<br><br>He followed her finger pointing out of the window to the shrubs. He remembered that his cook, or maybe a servant had started a small garden with fresh herbs and plants that could be used during the green seasons. But that was years ago, and no one had taken care of it since then. Maybe his cook had tended to it before he left, but that was still a while ago. He looked back to her, understanding that she had gone looking for everything to make this meal tonight. He nodded to her, picking up the cup of mead and drinking the last of it. He sat in his chair, enjoying the lingering flavors in his mouth. At least he could look forward to meals like this from now on. He had someone that could cook, and could even be resourceful when it came to ingredients. <br><br>He nodded again to himself, and stood up, ready to retire to his own quarters for the time being. As soon as he stood up, he saw her motion. He tilted his head for a moment, and then she started off. He realized that she wanted him to follow her. He felt a slight anger rise up inside of him, because it was really like she was commanding him to do things. It seemed like correcting her understanding of the situation was needed. After all he was the Lord of the castle, not the servant. Only his curiosity overruled his intention to lash out at her with his words currently. <br><br>He quickly caught up to her once she passed through the heavy door, and followed her right to the meat box. He remembered when he had this thing rebuilt to hold more, so he could last longer on his own. After all he had that small boy bring him the goods to get through several weeks at a time. She lifted the lid, and he slightly looked inside. He could tell that there was nothing else left, apparently this meal had used the rest of the meat. He quickly thought back to how much was left before, but he could not remember. He truly could not even remember when he last had cooked meat. He turned his eyes from the box back to her, and nodded slightly. <br><br>When she rose from the ground, and brushed the dirt away from her dress, he once again looked over it. He had many sets of maid attire for her to wear, but for now he was holding back. After all this was her first day, and she had to earn the things he would give her. Once she was done brushing off the dirt, he started to speak to her. “I will send word to have supplies delivered to here. Today’s meal better not be the only thing you are skilled at making, because I will ensure to have many different meats and seasoning delivered this time. Also, since it seems you have some skill at growing plants, I will also put down word for various seeds and plants to be included so you can plant them when the season changes.” He turned his head, and started to take a step away, but something else dawned on him before he could fully complete the action, and it gave his step a kind of wobbly appearance. “Now that your skills have been displayed in this area, please continue to your other duties. I want to see visible improvement upon my collections before the night is upon us.”<br><br>He turned, and quickly left leaving her no opportunity to stop him. After all she was a servant, and even more so an untested servant. This was the price her father had paid for him to protect their farm, and he would expect her to act accordingly and follow his rules. He was not sure if she thought that just because the meat box was empty, that he would allow her back into town to resupply it and the dry products. She should have known that he would have some kind of service bring up the goods he required. But he could not shake the feeling that she was trying to pull the wool over his eyes. That she was hiding something from him, something that he should be able to see right through.<br><br>He continued through the castle, and he came to his study. He quickly sat down, his eyes running over the few papers left that he needed to attend to. Yet his mind would not let him focus on such little things right now. He got up, and walked over to the small fireplace that was barely smoldering right now. He thought about this little maid he just had, and what it was that made her feel like she could pull him from place to place, even make him carry a pot of water. Sure she did not have the strength to do it herself, but did she really think it was her place to use him to help her fill her duties. He would give her one last chance, if she pushed past the line of servant again, he would inform her in a way that she would not forget.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of Power (Ravensahnk et FallenAngelNajdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravensahnk</strong> on <strong>25-11-2015, 10:38:46</strong>
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				She rolled her eyes at him after he had left.&nbsp; Such an egotistical bastard.&nbsp; But who was she to judge?&nbsp; She was his slave.&nbsp; She took the water she had put aside and carried the smaller pot into his throne room.&nbsp; The room was massive, and it needed a lot of work, but she knew she needed to tackle the things that other people saw first.&nbsp; She first began her cleaning on the tapestries.&nbsp; She pulled them down and dragged it as best as she could outside.&nbsp; She was able to drape the tapestry over the railings where she quickly made work with swatting it with a tool used for such occasions.&nbsp; She would certainly require help getting it back up, but she could enlist one of his guards.&nbsp; <br><br>She pulled all the other tapestries down and did the same with those, allowing them to remain draped over the railings of the entrance.&nbsp; The natural light form the setting sun was enough to give her a chance to start cleaning the worst parts of the room.&nbsp; She changed all the melted candles out for fresh ones and cleaned up the built up wax from the floor.&nbsp; She then started to polish a suit of armor, that was built to fit the lord of this castle more than a maid to clean it.&nbsp; He was much taller than she, so the top of the helm remained untouched even tough she feebly attempted to clean it.<br><br>She cleaned for hours, and it still didn’t look as though she had achieved anything.&nbsp; She poured the water she had been using on the floor and took many of the rags to clean the brick floor.&nbsp; She had kicked off her shoes and was sliding her feet along the textured floor.&nbsp; She moved around smoothly, using her hands to get any dusty parts of the wall and pictures while she cleaned it with her feet.&nbsp; The sun had fallen for hours by the time she sat down in the middle of the cleaned floor.&nbsp; She was filthy, exhausted, and hungry.&nbsp; She slowly moved to stand and tip toed her way out of the room before returning to the kitchen to eat little of the now cold dinner.&nbsp; She ate her meal slowly, sitting on one of the counters she had not yet gotten to. <br><br>The castle was eerily quiet, and she began to realize just how quiet and lonesome this time here would be.&nbsp; Already she was lonely, and she had only been there for a day.&nbsp; She could only imagine what it was like for him day in and day out.&nbsp; &nbsp; How could one person live so alone and accept that?&nbsp; It was astounding that he didn’t even have a mistress to warm his bed at night, there had been no signs of men or women in the bedrooms, and the only room that was occupied that was not his own was her quarters, which had been vacant for quite some time.<br><br>After she finished her meal, she slowly shifted from the counter and walked to her tiny hole in the wall.&nbsp; She stripped down to nothing but a thin slip of fabric that only worked to keep her skin smooth and protected from the rougher fabric of outer garments.&nbsp; She laid down on her bed and pulled the blankets up over her shoulders, hoping that when she woke up next, she would be alone in her bedroom.<br>
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