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tragicomicnight
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Cyrus Varescu, Romanian nobleman, early 40s, salt and pepper hair, very striking
He sat amidst mountains of books, deep in thought though overcome by boredom. So, this was the life of the aristocracy. He shook his head. If only, there were something to entertain him. Just as he was surrounded by bulwarks of books, his castle was almost impenetrably surrounded by mountains. The only way to get there for the most part was to get lost, hopelessly lost. He had no company from his staff who mostly just went about their daily business trying to stay out of his way and of course the peasants below had no wish to associate with him. The loneliness gave way to anger and he began to resent all who would travel through these mountains.
His concentration was broken by the sound of his manservant Ivan dragging something inside through the large, iron double doors. It was a woman, with soft features and a shapely body covered with snow.
"What is this?" he asked, glaring.
" A woman, my lord, she collapsed in the snow. I did not think-" Ivan was cut off by a slightly growling response.
"You do not think what I do not tell you to think. But, she is quite a treasure." he ran his hand through her hair and lightly touched her face.
"Bring me rope," he ordered the nervous servant, who complied with great speed and efficacy.
Her clothes were removed, restraints placed on her legs and arms and she was brought into Lord Varescu's black and sparse bedroom and bound to the bedpost. After all this rough treatment, her eyes opened and terror seized her.
"My lovely little one, you collapsed right outside of my castle. A very unfortunate place indeed. Soon, you shall see how unfortunate."
He sat amidst mountains of books, deep in thought though overcome by boredom. So, this was the life of the aristocracy. He shook his head. If only, there were something to entertain him. Just as he was surrounded by bulwarks of books, his castle was almost impenetrably surrounded by mountains. The only way to get there for the most part was to get lost, hopelessly lost. He had no company from his staff who mostly just went about their daily business trying to stay out of his way and of course the peasants below had no wish to associate with him. The loneliness gave way to anger and he began to resent all who would travel through these mountains.
His concentration was broken by the sound of his manservant Ivan dragging something inside through the large, iron double doors. It was a woman, with soft features and a shapely body covered with snow.
"What is this?" he asked, glaring.
" A woman, my lord, she collapsed in the snow. I did not think-" Ivan was cut off by a slightly growling response.
"You do not think what I do not tell you to think. But, she is quite a treasure." he ran his hand through her hair and lightly touched her face.
"Bring me rope," he ordered the nervous servant, who complied with great speed and efficacy.
Her clothes were removed, restraints placed on her legs and arms and she was brought into Lord Varescu's black and sparse bedroom and bound to the bedpost. After all this rough treatment, her eyes opened and terror seized her.
"My lovely little one, you collapsed right outside of my castle. A very unfortunate place indeed. Soon, you shall see how unfortunate."