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Nara almost jumped a little when the driver finally emerged. She felt terrible for having acted like a snob, however, had she not, who knew what the Lady of the House would have thought of her. Little more than a guttersnipe she imagined.
She followed him down the corridors, thinking briefly of the Lady Alina. She was beautiful. She had a soft face with full lips and cunning eyes. She supposed she was what every man would fantasize about with her soft brown hair. She had been told repeatedly that her own hair was a sin against God and she had believed it. She sighed softly and decided not to try and understand what was going on in the Lady’s chamber. She had heard that widows, as she assumed this woman was, chose their own pleasure, whatever that would mean. She couldn’t imagine being naked and….
She stopped the though and shivered a bit. She realized that they had stopped and the driver was not opening a door for her. She stepped inside the room and looked around. It was a beautiful room, though the paintings made her blush hotly.
She shivered at the coolness in the room, and if by telepathy, the driver closed the open window and gave her his cloak. She wrapped herself in it, his warmth and scent still trapped in it’s fibers. She watched as he built a fire in the hearth. The flames he stocked highlighted the features of his face and bathed them in a golden light.
“Thank you.” She finally said. “Thank you for helping me.” She said a bit awkwardly. “You have been so kind to me, I wish I was of better fortunes to thank you properly.”
She followed him down the corridors, thinking briefly of the Lady Alina. She was beautiful. She had a soft face with full lips and cunning eyes. She supposed she was what every man would fantasize about with her soft brown hair. She had been told repeatedly that her own hair was a sin against God and she had believed it. She sighed softly and decided not to try and understand what was going on in the Lady’s chamber. She had heard that widows, as she assumed this woman was, chose their own pleasure, whatever that would mean. She couldn’t imagine being naked and….
She stopped the though and shivered a bit. She realized that they had stopped and the driver was not opening a door for her. She stepped inside the room and looked around. It was a beautiful room, though the paintings made her blush hotly.
She shivered at the coolness in the room, and if by telepathy, the driver closed the open window and gave her his cloak. She wrapped herself in it, his warmth and scent still trapped in it’s fibers. She watched as he built a fire in the hearth. The flames he stocked highlighted the features of his face and bathed them in a golden light.
“Thank you.” She finally said. “Thank you for helping me.” She said a bit awkwardly. “You have been so kind to me, I wish I was of better fortunes to thank you properly.”