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Pulling a rather sour face as he spoke, not because it was he who spoke, but rather the subject matter. “I don’t think anyone would, least of all you.” Pulling on the sheets, she kept the clean ones well clear until the potentially ruined ones were on the floor. It was his next statement that caught her off-guard, not many in the castle shared his opinion. “Well, that makes you a rarity.” There was a certain gentleness creeping into her voice, something decidedly less hostile than their first encounter. 

Holding one of the pillowcases between her teeth she tossed one half of the sheet across the bed to him. “Nyx” she mumbled through the fabric in her mouth, her wings moving ever so slightly behind her, disturbed by the air moving from under the sheet.

alexandre’s eyes follow the movement of her wings for a moment.  the fae, alexandre has always thought, have a quality more enchanting than that of even the sirens.  it makes sense that he’s seen a handful around the castle already -- treated like pretty decorations.  the half-elf takes the side of the sheets closest to him, pulling it taught across the corners of the bed.  “ nice to meet you, nyx.  i’m alexandre  i don’t spend much time in the castle -- i imagine why we haven’t met before. ”

     “ i had respect before all of this. this isn’t my first kingdom and i didn’t use subjugation then. i only use it now because i don’t trust any of you, nor did i trust any of you not to try something after i won. i know from experience that all you creatures can be…spiteful.” usually if anyone talked to stephen like this he would have their tongue, but avalena seemed interesting so he was going to let her keep hers. “hmm, i think i’ll get it eventually but i like your feistiness .”

“Gods forbid I bother you more than once.” She muttered under her breath as she neared the side of the bed. “Appearances can be deceiving, can they not? You weren’t expected back and I’m sure some selfish master helped themselves to an empty bed for a few minutes of entertainment.” Her words were scathing, but only in the sense of general distaste of the masters just helping themselves.

There was a mild surprise to her, sure there were other Masters that could boast they knew how to change a bed, but to find one that was willing to actually do so was a rarity. “Perhaps Sir should relax with a bath, and I will be done before you are.”

Dantry’s distinctly aware of the man staring, but it’s something he’s gotten used to.  Hell, there’s a part of him that finds it kind of flattering, not that he’d admit to that.  “Good.”  Was all he said, finishing tugging on his shirt before he turned his attention to the master.  “Which horse is it?  I can grab them for you if you want.”

Odiane

“Something for headaches - something that works for fae.” Her wings shifted at her back, as if it hadn’t been obvious beforehand that she was one. “Honeysuckle, perhaps?” She’d always been a fan of the sweeter taste. They had honey in the kitchen - plenty of it. But no honeysuckle.

“What do you think?” She raised a brow. “What does everyone pay everyone else with around here? A fuck for some honeysuckle - those are my other means.” She wasn’t a delicately spoken woman - not in business transactions.

She waved a dismissive hand, his tone earlier really not having bothered her all that much.  The slaves could be snappy enough that she’d gotten used to the occasional attitude here and there.  Besides, Rose knew how she could be after a long couple of days.  “It’s alright.  If I got offended every time someone had a tone with me, I’d be in a perpetually bad mood myself.”  She reassured him with a quick grin.  “Somewhere to hide out for a bit, to be honest.”

Odiane

“I have other means.” She returned, completely shameless over her use of certain feminine wiles to get what she wanted from people. The statement came with a shrug.

“You don’t come across anything useful out there? Nothing?” She frowned, biting her lower lip. She needed something for headaches and none of the usual kitchen shit worked.

      “it’s because i don’t trust you lot that you have all these limitations.” he continues eating the food that she provided, liking the taste of the bread. “no, i don’t expect a thank you. i know all of you hold some type of contempt in your heart for me. the only thing i expect from any of you is respect and to do as you are told, because i hold the crown and because i won the war. anything else you feel is irrelevant to me.”

Most of the masters didn’t care when slaves came and went in regards to doing duties like cleaning and replacing linens, this did not seem to be the case today. She’d walked through the open door, normally a fair sign that you weren’t interrupting something, arms full of fresh sheets and towels Nyx stopped in her tracks, her wings lifting off her back ever so slightly at the abbrassiveness. 

Her eyes narrowed at his attempt at an apology, “I don’t need anything.” Her tone just as rough as his, “I was bringing you fresh linens … but it seems i’ve caught you at a bad time.” It was in no way shape or form an apology, they were indeed a rarity from the fae woman. Watching him curiously she wondered what had spoilt his mood so much. “Do you want me to come back?” She was perfectly content in leaving the linens at the door at letting him try to put them away. 

Odiane

It’s pity, she thinks, that mixes oddly with jealousy in her heart. He gets to leave, gets to metaphorically spread his wings where she can’t even physically spread hers. She’s indoors all day, caring for Lady Rose. Princess Rose. What the fuck ever - she didn’t care about the woman’s false title.

“I was wondering what herbs you found.” She asks the man. He’s a ranger and so he must have found something. “I was willing to buy if you have what I needed.”

It had been a long day at the stable, letting the horses out to properly stretch their legs while the stablehands cleaned up inside.  Dantry had cleaned up a couple of the horses as well before it was apparently decided that he was done and had to be sent back down to the cells.  The half-elf began to pull his shirt back on just as he heard someone approaching and huffed quietly.  “I’m hurrying, be patient.”  He muttered without looking up.

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Even now, Rose finds herself getting easily lost within the castle, which was probably why people tried to insist she take someone with her who knew the layout well.  Once again, however, the princess had given her ‘guard’ the slip and stumbled into a room that she had thought been one thing but instead turned out to be the bedroom of someone she doesn’t immediately recognize.  The princess offered a kind of sheepish smile, though she did her best to not stare.  He was, after all, very attractive.  “Oh.  Uhm.  Nothing, I…might have gotten the wrong room, I’m sorry.”

“well i hope that you are correct in your prediction, because all of this is a pain in the ass.” katalina says, but she has to agree. she also have seen kingdoms rise and fall at the hands of different kings, though known were ever as cruel as the one with the crown now. “so, you speak so as if you’ve been here for awhile. what are you avalena?”

Nynam

“Burns happen whilst cooking.” He told her with a small shrug. Perhaps not the same as dragon burns, but burns at the very least.

“Please don’t.” He wasn’t ready to speak on his son yet. He missed him terribly still, and he desperately wanted to not think about it. He was much too emotional when he thought of his sons to accept any condolences or well wishes. “Not now. Not till all this is over and we can put him to true rest with his other siblings.” With all the other children he had lost.