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Post by rheavon on Nov 15, 2007 17:22:11 GMT -4
Stood there, for a good thirty minutes after, just staring at the door she went through. As his heart pounded in his chest he stood there and felt the sheer absence of her presence. It was almost a tangible lacking that he could reach out and touch.
Biting his lip lightly he gently pushed the door open after he knew she was asleep, gently walking up to the bed he leaned down and planted a kiss softly on her forehead, murmuring some gentle words before he slowly slipped out.
Strolling purposefully down the hall he made his way to his own room, taking his own clothes off, he crawled into the bed and relaxed, letting his eyes slide shut as his mind drifted into a restless sleep.
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Post by Nymiane on Nov 16, 2007 0:39:56 GMT -4
Stirred but little as the light seeped into the dark room, the light seemed drawn to the face of Breena, and it highlighted the softness of her features. As his lips met her skin she gently nuzzled against him, and in her subconscious she could feel and smell him. This brought a gentle smile to her face, and she soon fell into a deep slumber.
As the morning light began to trickle through the drapes Breena began to stir beneath the blankets, she groaned something along the lines of ‘too early’ and rolled back over. Her head founds it’s way not only beneath the blankets, but also beneath all of the pillows, and so fell back asleep for a few more hours. When Breena awoke once more she nearly fell to the floor, her body was draped over the bed and the only thing that was keeping her there were the heavy down blankets. She squeaked and pulled herself atop of the bed once more, squinting as she rubbed sleep from her eyes. With a yawn Breena made it to her feet, the little that was shining through the drapes seemed to blind her, she groaned and held her head. The sound of her feet hitting the cold marble flooring seemed to reverberate in her fragile ears, and so she groaned once more. She stumbled only a few times, her head still not in the clear, still fogged up from the previous nights intoxication. Finally she found a silk robe and wrapped it around her bare form, still she had not received new clothing and she wondered if she were to be eating breakfast in her room.
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Post by Icor on Nov 16, 2007 5:09:46 GMT -4
Three horsemen clad in an array of white, enamel-glossy armor appeared just over the last hill before the Castle. Their formation was a triangle, the point and lead of which was marked by the finest figure of the three. He was masked by a thin golden visor of foreign curves and shapes, and the breastplate was a taller, more ornate object flaunting several seals and crests. His shoulder pads were also broader than those two mens’ in his flank.
His gauntlets were tailored snug for his hand as he gripped the reigns tighter – no sound came from the leather. The beasts were also magnificent. They were golden and calm horses, trotting and almost humming with pride. The morning sunrise greeted their pale appearance with a subtlety unbefitting their silhouettes. The man in the rear left pointed out toward the spires of the Castle.
“The Kingdom of Durin Stormweaver”, he announced placidly.
The second squire circled to the master’s side. “Now again we must pray to Lord Syreb that all here is still of good spirit.”
The master pointed his steed’s nose down the road. From behind the visor, a gentle but not so fleeting voice murmured: “I have hope that all is still well. Let us knock upon their door in good faith and learn. We have traveled a very long way.”
The master clicked his tongue and the horse gladly marched down the path toward the gates.
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Post by rheavon on Nov 16, 2007 12:03:13 GMT -4
Blinking his eyes open, he started through the blearyness for a moment, forgetting where he was. Sitting up rather suddenly, dizzyness took over for a moment before he was able to steady himself. Yawning slowly Rheavon climbed out of bed and absently stretched, scratching his fingers over his chest as where he was quickly came back to him.
Walking over to a Cord on the wall he tugged on it roughly, listening to the soft sound of the chimes waft through the castle, drawing his personal servants to him. As the door creaked open, he drew the blanket over his naked form and smiled, Instructing the servant to draw up hot bath water for himself, and if Breena was up for her too. Stiffling a yawn back he then added softly "Is the seamstress who made Breena's dresses still here?"
When the Servant nodded, Rheavon went on, "Instruct her to see to Breena's wardrobe, she will need new clothes as most of what we went with is well worn." Smiling a little as the Servant bowed in acknowledgement, leaving the room at a steady pace to have his instructions passed on.
Laying back down in bed he sighed lightly, This was all his now. Nearby smallfolk will be coming to him to solve their problems, not only that but he had best get to know all the people that his Father had left in charge. Not because they might need replacing...but it felt right to know much about the people helping you run things.
His thoughts still unfinished, as the first few buckets of water were hauled in, dipping his head silently in thanks he climbed from bed again, strolling over to nearly full tub and climbed in to soak.
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Post by Nymiane on Nov 16, 2007 13:01:09 GMT -4
As Breena’s eyes grew adjusted to the light and it no longer pained her (or at least not as much,) she made her way over to the drapes and pushed them aside. The light began to eat away at the darkness, filtering through every nook and cranny that was visible. She stood at the large window watching this fold out in front of her, and to herself she thought that this is how life often played out. A blind being in darkness, little light shines through, and when you think all is done you somehow find the will to pull the curtains aside, and there the light has been all along.
Soon there came a rapping at the door and once more the sound reverberated within her delicate ears. The pain traveled from her head to her stomach, and she thought she surely was going to vomit. Not long after the knock came forth a maiden with a pot of tea, and a tea cup. “Here you are Milady, tea to soothe not only your head, but also your stomach.” She then set the tea upon a small table and another set of women ushered into the room. Many had buckets, other had towels, soaps and fragrances . The next pair that entered the room were quite burly women, and to be honest made Breena a little unnerved. “Off you go Miss.” They began to push her back, shooing her closer and closer towards the tub. “M-my tea --” Breena began to speak but soon she found herself falling into the tub, the maids holding upon her robe and somehow they managed to unclothe her. She hit the water with a splash, and she yelped… For the water was frigid. “MY GODDESS! What have I done to deserve this!?!” The water seemed to eat away what little warmth she had left, and soon the maidens poured steaming water upon her body, and then her head. Breena struggled to get up, but the two burly women restrained her and began to bathe her body as well as hair. Fragrances were poured upon her form and the soap was gently rubbed along her body, clothes were used to wipe away grime that had accumulated over the past few weeks, and Breena thought that her skin was being rubbed away.
When her bath was complete a gentle maiden helped her from the bath, wrapped her in a towel and pat dried her. She was then guided to a seat in front of the tea table, where she was able to sip on her tea, and nibble upon a cracker. One maiden addressed her hair, she combed through the tangles and began to braid it back once again. A few others tended towards the bed, fluffed the pillows and soon seamstresses entered. They as they did before, giggled when they took in Breena’s measurements, which made her smirk as before. “This will take us mayhaps an hour, and you will have a complete wardrobe by tomorrow.” She assured Bree, and with a curtsey she dismissed herself.
A sigh came forth as she had to wait an hour for clothes, and she wondered what she could possibly do to piddle away the time..
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Post by Icor on Nov 16, 2007 13:42:30 GMT -4
“Honorable guardians of the this Castle!” called the master, his head tilting back as he stared up the length of the enormous, faceted gates, “We three come humbly, searching for the Kingdom of Durin Stormweaver! Our journey has spanned years, and we pray that you here may guide us!”
One squire whispered to the other through the muffle of his helmet, “Only Syreb’s blessing can ensure that Stormweaver’s family still serves court here”. His voice dimmed even more, “Please Lord do not have us turn back; let life be in these walls as we hoped”.
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Post by rheavon on Nov 16, 2007 14:16:23 GMT -4
As he dismissed the servants, he climbed out of the bath, grabbing a near by towel he started to pat himself dry. Walking to the wardrobe he casually threw open the doors, and out of habit grabbed a rather plain set of breeches and shirt. Getting dressed a little slowly he smiled at the bun sitting on a tray by the door.
Grabbing the bread as he head out the door, he ate it rather slowly as he strolled down the hall, making his way to the diner hall. Sitting down at the head of the table he yawned silently, motioning for the nearest servant to come to him.
"While Durin was gone, he must have left people in charge of certain things like Coin and Law, I would like you to go let them all know that I wish to see them, if they haven't had breakfast they may join me...but I wish to meet them all." Dismissing the servant with those orders, he turned back to the table, flexing his body slightly, stretching in his chair, he though of how he was going to deal with his past when it caught up to him. Shrugging it off lightly he slowly relaxed, waiting for the maids to finish with Breena and send her his way.
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Post by Nymiane on Nov 16, 2007 14:46:15 GMT -4
As the maidens stated it was an hour before her dress was made, and instead of being the House’ colors it was a vibrant shade of blue with a slinky material that seemed to cling to every curve upon her form. It’s sleeves came down to only a quarter of both arms, and upon the waist was a golden belt. The color of the dress brought out the intensity of her cerulean eyes. When she was clad in the dress the maidens brought forth a pair of what looked to be slippers, surely she could not walk very long in these? For they looked as if they would break down over minutes. A giggle emitted from her and as if they could read her mind, they giggled in return. “No Milady, they won’t tear.” One of the younger servants replied. She was by far the friendliest out of them all, and later on she found out her name was Laurre.
Breena walked over to the window one last time, Laurre was plaiting her hair with ribbons and gems. The view was breathtaking, she could see the lovely gardens, the stables, pastures as well as the courtyard. She blinked a few times as the sun hit a metal, it reflected and bounced right back into the eyes of Bree. And so she squinted and did her best to make out what was at the gates..
The guards stood in front of the three men, their brow’s quirked in curiosity and befuddlement. One stepped forth, who seemed to be the superior. “You shan’t be turned away this day, you may enter..and follow.” A man off to the side muttered something about the Solar and food being prepared.. And off they were into the structure.
Breena’s lips pursed as she saw this play out before her, she quirked a brow and turned upon her heel, Laurre was now done with her hair. “Does R..Does LORD Rheavon want my company this morning?” Laurre nodded and gently pushed Bree towards the door. “And when does he not want this?” She replied rather boldly. And had Breena not believed that it was true she would have scolded the young girl… And so she made her way to the dining hall, Laurre guiding her through the halls, and when they came to their destination Laurre announced their arrival. “Lord Rheavon - Miss Breena Callaghan is here, as requested.” She bowed her head and waited for her dismissal. Breena stood there a smirk upon her face, eyes ever shining.
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Post by Icor on Nov 16, 2007 14:59:06 GMT -4
The squires glanced at one another, and the master was still, his attention apparently on the head guard. Without dismounting their rides, the three figures followed the guard casually through the gates.
“Appreciate this anticipation, my friends”, said the master to the squires over his right shoulder, “Fifteen years of travel, and we are accepted. We will meet with the Great Durin soon”.
The walls over the gate put a shadow over their armors, but still they shined with an ethereal gloss. The squires gawked at their surroundings with naïve curiosity, which made the master seem to sink out of focus to any onlookers; he was stern, upright, and hovering while the squires were in almost constant motion.
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Post by rheavon on Nov 17, 2007 1:10:16 GMT -4
Smiling rather brightly as Breena came in he chuckled at the announcement, "M'lady Breena Callaghan, so good of you to join me." laughing he stood up, motioning for her to sit as the mousy Butler pulled a chair out for her. Grinning even brighter, he sat back down as she did, drawing his own plate closer.
Breaking open the boiled egg, he lightly salt and peppered it, taking a small bite as Paitre, the mousy Butler, came up beside him to notify him of the knights who had arrived. Nodding slowly as he was told they were in the Solar....and where the Solar was, in his mind he stored the map of where everything was, this was to be his home so he should know where everything is.
Finishing up his meal quickly he smiled at Breena, walking up to her to her and saying lightly, "It might be best if I go alone...these men expect to see my father, they are in for a rather interesting surprise...however I do hear that the Stable hands are having troubles with your charge if you want to go tend to him." Smiling he leaned closer, letting his fingers trail on her wrist for a moment, before awaiting her answer.
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Post by Nymiane on Nov 17, 2007 7:43:19 GMT -4
A roll of the eye was given as he went on with the formalities, and it brought a soft sigh forward. It was not but three weeks ago that she had made her last heist, that she was sleeping within the comforts (or lack there of) the wilderness, and if they came across a town or village that did not know of the Donovan brothers and Callaghan, they would rest there. “Oh, the pleasure is all mine, Lord Rheavon Stormweaver.” She tilted her head, a coy look upon her face. Breena smiled softly and nodded a thank you to Paitre as she sat upon the chair, a yelp almost coming forth as he slowly pushed it in for her. She blinked a few times and rubbed her temple, for she still had an aching head.
When Paitre moved closer to Rheavon she quirked a brow in curiosity, he then began to speak in a soft tone, which was just above a hush, and with ease, Breena could hear every word. She then pursed her lips, and fiddled with the biscuit before her. The men beyond the gate, surely it was them, and what of their course, their purpose? A sigh unfurled over her lips.
”I am sure I will see you sometime today..” She replied rather curtly. Her hand nearly quaked under his touch and yet she wanted to withdraw. Therefore, without touching much of her breakfast she pushed herself away from the table and stood in front of Rheavon. “I should be tending to my unruly beast..” A faint smile crept across her face as she moved away from him.
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Post by rheavon on Nov 17, 2007 13:37:09 GMT -4
Feeling the curtness in her tone, he lets out a gentle sigh, holding his smile on his face, stepping closer he embraced her for a moment in a hug before, moving away, strolling down the halls at a brisk pace, following the map in his head that he had drawn while Paitre spoke.
Thoughts began to race through his mind as he walked. What was it that the the armed men wished of? Laughing lightly he muttered under his breath that he would soon find out and that was something that he had no need wonder. It was a better question to ask what he was going to do.
Shaking his head he contorted his face in a slight scowl, he should have asked Breena to come with, her advice had always been rather sound. Sighing and shaking his head he knew that was too late now, she would be off tending to the horse she had found when he met her.
Rheavon finally noticed that since his mind had been else where, he had gotten himself thoroughly lost. Laughing at his own folly, he set out to try and find his way to the Solar.
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Post by Icor on Nov 17, 2007 15:31:06 GMT -4
The master released his grip on the reigns and slid off of his horse. A group of guards that he and the squires placed an immediate trust in took the steeds to the stables. Each man removed their helmet in their own time.
The first squire, Crowe, was a man with a stubble-laden chin and a long mess of dark brown hair that waved down the back of his neck. His eyes were sky blue and they were still looking upon each feature surrounding them.
The second squire was a feminine creature with smooth strawberry blond hair that rushed to his shoulders. His slightly crooked nose gave him his distinguishing masculinity and his eyes were a darker, more royal blue than the first squire’s. This was Blake.
As the squires placed their helmets under their arms, the master removed his own. His face was a monotone tan, tanner than Crowe’s. He was clean shaven in every location of his jaw save for a goatee of pure white hair. Spiny locks of this color fell from his crown all the way to the nape of his neck. His sideburns were flat and without a great reach, and his irises were a platinum yellow that offered little contrast with the whites of his eyes.
Their features, save their physique, constituted nothing but youth. They waited with great patience; Crowe spoke finally, looking at the back of the master’s head.
“The Great Durin is obviously very busy”. The master, who’s expression eluded the awareness of the squires, was subtly ridden with pessimism. He replied in a lower tone: “I fear something is wrong, my friends – I would have you always think positively, but in many cases, hope cannot so easily replace logic. Prepare for anything.”
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Post by Nymiane on Nov 17, 2007 17:05:53 GMT -4
Lightly returned the hug to Rheavon, she went through the motions, but hardly present within the momentary embrace. Breena sighed softly and turned upon her heel, her feet carried her form toward the great hall, and as she made her way along the length of it, she bumped into Laurre. Their eyes met, and as they did Breena released a puff of air, her hand flying up to the side of her face, fingers rubbing her temples. “Excuse me.. I hear my beast is rather unruly.. I should tend to him.” “Do you want company?” The girl asked rather bluntly. Breena thought for a moment, a small smile crept upon her face and she shrugged. “I don’t see why not..” So the two walked towards the stable, little conversation traveled between them, but as they made their way to the gardens Breena broke the silence. “What did you mean earlier, Laurre?” The girl blinked a few times before she caught on to what her Mistress was saying, and then she giggled. “He at least adores you, I hope you know.” She shot Bree a look that only one who could read between the lines would understand. “And he has told you this?” Bree quirked a brow, her gaze that was once set firmly upon the girl frantically searched forward and beyond the horizon. “No, Milady, but surely one as beautiful as you has been in love before…” Once again, she spoke with hidden words, and she knew that Breena was catching on.
Before Breena knew it, she was at the castle’s stables, and just in time to see the visitor’s mounts. They were wearing the beautiful attire she could see from afar, vibrant but natural colorations. Both women stared in awe, and though Bree had seen many regal steeds, including her own, she had never seen such a beautiful sight. Finally, both of the women let a puff of air out, and began to tread through the barn. The distant roaring above a horses’ snort triumphed above the servant’s screaming. Breena lit up right away and began to run, as fast as the slippers and dress would allow her to. “Tor!” She called out to her beast, which was thrashing upon the ground in a temper tantrum. Along the way, Breena picked up a pitchfork and as she approached the servants who were helping keep the beast pinned she whacked all of them effortlessly, threw punches, and kicked a few aside. One of the men fell to the ground; Breena simply launched the pitchfork at him, the spikes piercing the ground, inches from his groin. Most of the servants stood in awe, including Laurre. “I will have * anyone’s * head that dare touch my horse again. And if your Lord dare quarrels with that, then I shall have his as well!” Disgusted with all of them at this point, Breena took her now standing steed and gave his muzzle a gentle kiss, pat his neck and checked his frame for any possibly marring.
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Post by Icor on Nov 17, 2007 17:47:11 GMT -4
Crowe, Blake, and the master all turned their attention to the barn, as there was quite a bit of ruckus coming from there; however, their blonde horses were in sight and seemed well, so they did not advance. However, amongst themselves, they did speak.
“This is no fortress of evil”, mentioned Crowe, looking up at a few of the overshadowing wall guardians, “What have we to fear”?
Blake made an agreeing hum (despite his appearance, his voice was more brooding), running his fingers through his long hair. He turned on his heel and stepped out of the small triangle they made.
“I dare not use the Art – these people may despise magic and profess in cleansing it”, Blake whispered thoughtfully, “Master Cailthyan, you’ve deduced this”.
“I have.”
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Post by rheavon on Nov 20, 2007 12:42:27 GMT -4
Walking up to the three knights, absently gauging their strengths incase whatever they came here for went bad. Sighing in his heavy armor, he met the eyes of the obvious leader of the three. "This way good sers, I will lead you to the Solar."
With that said he turned on his armored boot and began to take the stairs up to the main door to the castle, glancing over his shoulder to make sure that the three white knights were following.
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Post by Nymiane on Nov 20, 2007 13:40:21 GMT -4
After searching the steed’s form for any markings upon his body she found little, and those that were present were superficial, (perhaps just where a hand had struck his body, leaving a dust imprint or flattening the fur out.) She herself had done far more damage to the offending servants than what they had done to her beast. Bree couldn’t help but giggle at her sudden loss of control, and the affects it had upon the servants, they were all still dumbfounded at the sudden, and brutal lashing they had just received. A lesson surely learned.
As Breena made her way back into the barn, her companion and maiden falling in behind her she noticed the blonde horses were now within the stables. The hands were undressing them with the utmost care, and groomed them efficiently. When Breena’s eyes caught hold of the tapestries that were upon the awe-inspiring mounts her mouth nearly dropped open, and her eyes glazed over for a moment. Old habits die hard, for she was drawn to the shimmering equipment, from the bridle, to the breastplate and saddle.. She drooled mentally, and ran her fingers along the tooling. “What beautiful…” She bit upon her bottom lip and turned upon her heel. “I wonder why they are here, they are most certainly of good fortune..” A grin curled the corner’s of her lips up and her eyes twinkled with mischief.
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Post by Icor on Nov 20, 2007 20:26:40 GMT -4
Cailthyan followed the guard in the heavy armor, and the squires followed, their boots clicking on the stone. The armor sounded like a second skin on the three men’s bodies – it didn’t clatter or clank despite its obvious amount of flexing.
Blake was gawking about, his unbound hair sweeping on his shoulders. Crowe was more interested in watching Cailthyan.
Of all their many rather ornate features, none of the three men seemed to have any weapons to confiscate. What they had instead were shields; enormous shields strapped to their backs, each possessing its own shape. Crowe’s shield was a three-quarters moon, the small eclipse facing down. Blake’s was a plain circle with a slight convex, not unlike Crowe’s, and Cailthyan’s was vaguely in the shape of a silhouetted moth. These shields had an even more glassy, glazed over look than the armor did, and they moved as if they were welded to their breastplates.
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Post by rheavon on Nov 21, 2007 2:50:49 GMT -4
As the Guard lead them up stairs to Rheavon's Solar, the palace servants watched them pass, admiring their armor and their stateliness. The young maidens clustering in groups to giggle and blush at the passing men, before returning to work.
Leading the three up the stairs, the guard pushed open the door to the Solar. The room was rather homely, the servants who had ran ahead had laid a fire in the hearth as well as some fresh olives and crackers on the table. Paitre stood to the side bowing slightly as he said gently to the three when they entered, "M'lord will be here shortly, till then help yourselves to the food we laid out, as well as in a moment Ale and Wine will show up."
No sooner had the words been out of his mouth, three Servants entered behind them, carrying mugs of various drinks for the men to choose from.
Chuckling to himself, he wondered what he was going to do about being lost. The castle was still new to him, and he feared it would be a little bit before he was used to the layout.
Coming across some servants carrying drinks he grinned and fell in a little behind them. They were more than likely heading to the Solar. As they went up the stairs, Rheavon stretched, letting them get a little ahead before following them up and up to his bedroom door. Heading up to his personal entrance, he lightly pushed the door open and smiled rather warmly, "Greetings," His eyes taking in a quick appraisal of what he thought each man could do. After years of living as an assassin it came naturally to him.
Giving no notice of the thoughts in his mind he smiles again, motioning towards the thick chairs, "please have a seat."
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Post by Nymiane on Nov 21, 2007 15:56:01 GMT -4
Breena lightly reprimanded herself, sighing softly as she thought she was to make better of herself now, yet part of her did not want to. She enjoyed the rush of an ambush, she enjoyed tantalizing good men, and men of high stature, and of course there was murdering the occasional person, it was all a game to her. One she missed dearly, and she began to miss her brother’s, as pesky as they were. A frown drew her lips downward as she glanced over to the palace. “Milady? Are you alright?” Laurre questioned as she stood beside Bree. “Yes, just a bit out of my mind today, that’s all..” She forced a smile to her face and gazed up to the top of the palace’s structure. Breena narrowed her eyes and chewed upon her bottom lip, to venture to the Solar or not, that was the question that flashed within her mind.. Not just yet, she decided, and so she walked to the Gardens..
When she arrived at the Gardens, servants were weeding them out, watering the few that were still alive, and trimming those that needed it. A sigh passed over her lips as she walked through the maze like arrangement. Further within the maze, there stood a large oak tree, a white sing was attached to it. A small burst of laughter escaped Bree and she raced to it, plopping her form upon the platform and proceeding to launch herself faster and higher.. Not soon after did her laugher dissipate, but she forced herself to think about her life as it were, was she happy or not? Indeed she was happy, but something was plaguing her mind, or someone. Breena began to fall for the Lord of the house whether she realized it or not, and further she began to deny herself of these feelings. One by one she slowly cut them off, robbing herself of such feelings.. For she could not do this again, could she?
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