Post by Trinity d'Vistato Armone on Sept 29, 2011 23:19:23 GMT -5
This morning was just like any other, a calm, placid day of silence. My eyes fluttering open as I gaze into the depths of my room, the dim lighting of the morning light behind the black cotton curtains barely lit the space up. Dizzy, but rested, I pushed myself up, moving a slash of hair from my eye to peer into the stone walls surrounding me, and coldness lingering in the brisk air it around me. Pushing myself out of bed, I was wearing nothing but a silk robe of flowery designs and black and white hues. Barefooted, and loomy, I made my way through the wooden door across the hall and slowly strode down to the vestibule. Usually my servants would be up an about, but it was oddly quiet today. If they had a reason to not be working, it had better be a good one.
Through the rosewood floors, countless pictures of previous family heirs and more surrounded me as I made my way to the highly decorated servant hall, it too was empty, and so far the entire keep was empty from what it sounded like. I made my way through the rest halls, the bathing pond, and the main antechamber. It wasn’t until I heard a soft familiar rattle of dishes and plates from the dining foyer, where I finally ran into someone. Lillian, one of my maids, was placing a meal across the table. Casually I walked inside, at this point a little annoyed, “People just don’t vanish for any reason, especially servants.” I said darkly, and a-matter-factly. “Saying that, where in heavens name did all the servants go?”
“Good morning, milady,” she greeted, addressing me properly at least, I commend her for that. “I was certain you would forget.” She said in a slight chuckle, “You let the servants go to the festival that began this morning.” I had to think for a moment, staring off into the distance for a moment. What happened yesterday? To tell you the truth I was probably tipsy off the wine I was brought. I probably said something then. A small sigh escaped me, and I walked over to take a seat on the long rosewood table. “Would you like me to comb your hair today, milady?” Lillian asked me, I stared into the meal prepared for me and began to slowly eat it.
“I think I’ll be fine,” I stopped for a moment as I realized something, “Lillian, why are you still here?” I questioned with a raised brow. ”I found it necessary to stay here and ensure your happiness, milady.” I calmly pointed my attention back to the plate. “You know I’m never happy.” I barely gazed back to notice Lillian’s face was showing some pity, “and I don’t need your sympathy, I’m giving you a raise, for being attentive to your duties.” I said as I slowly finished my meal. I finally considered that hair-brushing and I looked back with a slight smirk, “I’ll take you on that hair combing, child.” I watched her nod in response. ”of course, milady.”
I then retreated to my study… Today was going to be quiet. By now I was sitting in my chair behind the marble topped desk, a couple books I’ve been writing sparsely kept around me, I was laid back against the comforter, my eyes staring bleakly into the ceiling. Today was Olivia’s anniversary, the day she died. I stared at the group painting we took together, hanging against a wall filled with heirlooms and memories. I remembered telling her how she’d always have me… My eyes narrowing as I realized how much of a failure I was for her. I rotated to look out into the distance of the window. Yet, nothing interested me, not even that warmth and glow out there.
Ever sense I lost Olivia, I lost my passion.
“I’m sorry.” I said grimly, regretfully underneath my breath.
I hope she could hear, I surely hope she can understand.
Through the rosewood floors, countless pictures of previous family heirs and more surrounded me as I made my way to the highly decorated servant hall, it too was empty, and so far the entire keep was empty from what it sounded like. I made my way through the rest halls, the bathing pond, and the main antechamber. It wasn’t until I heard a soft familiar rattle of dishes and plates from the dining foyer, where I finally ran into someone. Lillian, one of my maids, was placing a meal across the table. Casually I walked inside, at this point a little annoyed, “People just don’t vanish for any reason, especially servants.” I said darkly, and a-matter-factly. “Saying that, where in heavens name did all the servants go?”
“Good morning, milady,” she greeted, addressing me properly at least, I commend her for that. “I was certain you would forget.” She said in a slight chuckle, “You let the servants go to the festival that began this morning.” I had to think for a moment, staring off into the distance for a moment. What happened yesterday? To tell you the truth I was probably tipsy off the wine I was brought. I probably said something then. A small sigh escaped me, and I walked over to take a seat on the long rosewood table. “Would you like me to comb your hair today, milady?” Lillian asked me, I stared into the meal prepared for me and began to slowly eat it.
“I think I’ll be fine,” I stopped for a moment as I realized something, “Lillian, why are you still here?” I questioned with a raised brow. ”I found it necessary to stay here and ensure your happiness, milady.” I calmly pointed my attention back to the plate. “You know I’m never happy.” I barely gazed back to notice Lillian’s face was showing some pity, “and I don’t need your sympathy, I’m giving you a raise, for being attentive to your duties.” I said as I slowly finished my meal. I finally considered that hair-brushing and I looked back with a slight smirk, “I’ll take you on that hair combing, child.” I watched her nod in response. ”of course, milady.”
I then retreated to my study… Today was going to be quiet. By now I was sitting in my chair behind the marble topped desk, a couple books I’ve been writing sparsely kept around me, I was laid back against the comforter, my eyes staring bleakly into the ceiling. Today was Olivia’s anniversary, the day she died. I stared at the group painting we took together, hanging against a wall filled with heirlooms and memories. I remembered telling her how she’d always have me… My eyes narrowing as I realized how much of a failure I was for her. I rotated to look out into the distance of the window. Yet, nothing interested me, not even that warmth and glow out there.
Ever sense I lost Olivia, I lost my passion.
“I’m sorry.” I said grimly, regretfully underneath my breath.
I hope she could hear, I surely hope she can understand.