Demetre was awoken by the soft cry of the birds perching on a nearby tree as the sun sat above the western mountains in the late afternoon, filtering everything in yellows and oranges. The suns final glare of light pierced through the gap in the closed curtains that enshrouded the room in darkness. Demetre removed his heavy bed covers, swung his legs around and sat on edge of his bed. Still half asleep he rubbed his weary eyes. Once the blurriness in his vision had cleared, he made his way out of his bedroom still in his bed wear to look for his maid, Lacey.
While Demetre was searching the many rooms and halls of his large manor, he glanced out a window, noticing a figure out in the fields, darkened in contrast with the setting sun.
“Have you been plowing all day?” Demetre asked as he approached her. He glanced up and down her dirty outfit quickly, noticing her grubby face and hair. “You’re filthy. I think it best you retire for the night and clean up.”
Post by mnemosyne on Nov 12, 2007 20:45:46 GMT 9.5
Lacey scuffled in with her worn muddy shoes; she kicked them off and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. It had been a long afternoon working the fields, making sure they were ploughed before spring came. It was now late winter; the crystal snow was melting in the sunlight as tiny specks of emerald surfaced above the white. Lacey looked forward to the spring, it was her favorite month. She enjoyed taking long walks in the purple fields of violets, where she would lie down on the hilltops for hours as dusk set in, watching the sun fall pass the horizon.
Lacey washed the mud away from her face and changed into a clean blue dress. Lacey worked hard everyday, her life was to look after Demetre although she was ever so grateful of the life Demetre had given her, taking her in when no one else would. Demetre gave her a second chance. She knew that Demetre had many flaws, but she saw something beneath that, something pure, something that no one else saw.
Demetre slouched on a maroon velvet lounge suite in the main living room in front of the warm fireplace, as he waited for Lacey to finish in the bathroom. He focused his mind as he stared blankly into the fire, listening to the faint rippling of water over the crackling of flames. After a while the sound of water had stopped and soft feet were heard down one of the halls. Demetre looked up as Lacey walked around into the lounge, clothed in a beautiful sapphire dress. Demetre was lost in awe for a moment as he stared at the soft fabric that fell around her smoothly curved frame. He quickly recovered his professionalism and stood.
“You look many wonders this evening,” Demetre complemented, barely managing to keep his act together. “I’m quite thirsty at the moment. How about you pour me a glass of… what shall I have tonight… champagne, please.”
Demetre pressed his gaze into the wooden arch way beside her as he found it difficult to maintain eye contact, not wanting his emotions to take a hold. He waited for some sort of acknowledgement from his quiet maid.
Last Edit: Nov 12, 2007 21:58:27 GMT 9.5 by Xennavor
The Enemy is at hand
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