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It was the first time Bailey got to walk around the masters section of the castle. Bailey wandered around until she ended up into the kitchen. Her blue eyes looked around the piece until it stopped on a bottle of Jack Daniel’s on the counter. Her lips curved into a smirk as she walked closer and grabbed he bottle before taking a sip from it. The blonde jumped slightly as she heard someone walking in and turned around to look at the person, making sure to hide the bottle behind her. “Uh- hi.” 

Alex had no idea what time it was.  He had completely lost all track of time in the gardens during his free time and now he was probably going to get in trouble.  He didn’t want to be punished, so the slave ran as fast as he legs would carry him.

“Never thought I’d end up back here...” Alex exhaled, murmuring more to himself than anything else as he kicked a small rock, watching it skitter across the ground.  Two years... he had been with Quincy for two years and just thrown back like it meant nothing.  

Bailey was very happy the auction was over. Being a waitress and having to serve people wasn’t the most fun thing to do. She got to dance a little and drink a little as well, which was a very good thing because she got to at least enjoy the evening a little. The blonde was walking outside, one of her favorite time of the day. Since she spent most of her day inside of her cell, she enjoyed every moment she got whenever she was outside. Bailey walked to the nearest bench and laid down on it.  She was enjoying the warm feeling from the sun hitting her skin until she felt someone standing beside her. “Hi.” She simply said, opening an eye to look at them.

Viola remembers her childhood—she was the harp, adored by a room.  (She wants adoration to drip from the mouths of all here: she practically demands it.)