The day was bright the way the sun shown overhead. Making everything seem almost mystical and bright, like something out of a story one would hear as they fall into sleep. Oh how she remembered the nights when she was told such stories. Only being 17 she knew she just barely had came of age, for to where she was going. Harleston, the church capital as she liked to call it of the duchy's after all they were looking for work. She might anger her mother with the way she was running from home in ashton. Or perhaps she wasn't running away? Perhaps she was just looking for new grounds to work right? One could never be to sure.

That day what she wore was a pastel white dress that was high cut but nicely fit to silhoute her petite frame. It was nothing more then, a linen dress of course nothing to fancy. Along with being patched over the years from wear and tear so to speak. The dress coming down simply to her ankles to cover her feet like was supposed to be seen as proper. Her hair pulled up and tucked underneath that in regular rope net instead of the fancy silver or gold many of the upper class citizens had. Oh how she hated to have to dress like this, it was so uncomfortable.

Shaking her head, her feet carried her quickly over the grounds. After all this was the place that many said was hiring servants correct? Now only if she could hope for the best and perhaps get a job..

There had been a mass firing of manor servants over the last few weeks with little reason given why. Most of the reasons given had been lies and women had flooded out from the manor in tears, returning to the city seeking new employment. The true reason was only known by a very few, Head Servant Carol Robbins being one of them. Her new duty was to very carefully pick all of the new servants to ensure they met every criteria and had clear backgrounds. They did not want such untrustworthy servants back in the Manor, and by Lord Richard's request, he wanted to make sure they were all beautiful enough to be given such important roles at the Manor. He could never allow less than beautiful women serving him, the Manor, and those influential guests who visited the Manor. The task had been given all to him by his brother Westley, and Richard was taking it very seriously, though with many personal requests within it. Sabine knew what those things were, and so she sat by the Head Servant, ensuring only the best possible candidates got passed on through.

This morning Head Servant Carol had various tasks within the Manor to occupy her time and thus the role of greeting candidates for various positions, and choosing those who would fill those positions was given all solely to Servant Sabine Gwethin. She was Richard's favorite servant girl, for various reasons though one most obviously, and he entrusted her the most to make sure anyone hired would be well suited. The tall five foot eight woman, her dark brown hair in a bun, her strikingly good looks being well suited by her dark black dress, watched all who entered with a very big smile, though it came off as somewhat demeaning. Sabine thought she was better than any woman who had applied thus far, and thus why there had been very few hired thus far.

Rhiannon would find a very large dark tent in the manor grounds, just outside of the main gate to the estate. At this time of day the line was not fairly long but she would have to wait a bit before being able to enter. One by one young ladies and a few men, entered the tent, more often than not to leave with a disappointed look on their face. Finally, it was Rhiannon's turn to enter the tent and the attendent by the entrance allowed her to enter. Within the tent she would see one lone woman sitting behind a desk, already watching her closely, seemingly already judging her. "Come come, we don't have all day and there are many in line waiting. Give me your name and the position you are applying for. Tell me where you are from and any experience you have." Sabine was judging everything, and by the way she was studying Rhiannon with her eyes the woman should be able to realize that, one who always had eyes on her.

She took a deep breath as she waited in line. Bring her composure around as she put on a smile. Eyes dancing even though she seen the way some of the women who passed shot her glares. It was as if she couldn't help but be stared at, even in a mocking tone by the women. Some even with longing glances from the men who were applying for jobs. Straightening her shoulders and holding her head up some she moved to the line after of course spotting the tent. Her mind raced how would she play off that she knew what she was doing. When her best thing was singing, along with some sewing which was common after all her mother was a seamstress so that would have been a givin. Cleaning was abit above average after all when she was home she took care of things with her mother quite well.

When the line started to subside she finally smiled walking inside. Seeing the woman who was already studying her as if she was calculating her every move. She hated that, the feeling comeing off the woman but she wouldn't let it show. Quickly she ducked to get in slightly when the lady began to speak she nodded taking a breath I have really no experience, but I am a good seamstress and I can clean above average. At home I did odd jobs for lords and ladies...(well that part was kinda a lie if you would consider sexual favors as odd jobs) I don't remember all there names. My mother was a seamstress, my father a regular farmer. My name Is Rhiannon Masinelli, I came from Pemberton as not many are hiring there.

Her voice had a Belluzian accent to it which was smooth and gentle on the ears to match her appearance. Oh how she was good at this game of acting but it sometimes came in handy. Her eyes never faultering and holding a air of convidence in them, as if she was ready for almost any critique from this woman who obviously held herself in high esteem.

Even though Lord Richard had made it very clear to her, there was a very big reason as to why many weren't being hired as well, Sabine was in charge. And, Richard knew this, and put all his trust in Sabine despite her attitude problem and problem dealing with other women who could possibly draw Richard's eyes and time elsewhere. Even the most beautiful and very experienced of possible ladies for employ had been turned away, all because they were more beautiful than her. That was a big problem, but it was great to be king, or queen as Sabine was acting with such power with this job. It was as the next lady entered that Sabine had already made up her mind, NEXT! This woman had no chance, she was too beautiful, and she did not like what she was wearing, it was hideous.

Listening closely, despite already making up her mind, Sabine knew the woman was telling many lies. Any other woman, possible new employee, would have dropped all the names of nobility they could have if they really had worked for any. This woman obviously had not, her accent and her choice of words had both been very interesting to listen to, and that was the only reason Sabine had not already dismissed her. Plus, Sabine found her kind of cute, another reason Richard had given her such a role. Sabine cared not what sex her partner was, male or female it did not matter. She was an oddity to Harleston. This woman had sparked her interest and that was the only reason she may have had a chance.

"Well Miss Masinelli, the patchwork of that dress of yours," she said, with an obvious look of disgust at it, "Certainly speaks volumes of your sewing ability. It is certainly good enough for a role fitting a servant of the Manor. And, anyone can clean well, but what I wonder is do you consider yourself loyal? Can you keep your eyes off what you should not see, your ears closed to what you should not hear? You will be among many dignitaries, nobles, and the Duke and Lord Richard, as well as the Duchess very often, can we trust that you will be loyal solely to the Castyll's?"

She was also one who didn't care what sex a person was. After all she wasn't choosy, and she had to admit the lady was rather beautiful herself. She seen some of the women who caught her attention but she never actually spoke to any of them. Not wanting to seem like a complete idiot or give away her position that she held before in pemberton as a harlot. She did sew rather well, but this was just a throw together outfit. Catching the ladies eyes going towards her outfit she lifted her head as she spoke I didn't want to seem to flashy, I can always give better examples of my sewing work

She was spirited, that was for sure and wasn't willing to back down. Yet she didn't go over board like everything was screaming at her to do. Normally she would already be in a yelling match with the other woman but she kept reminding herself that, that wouldn't be in her best interest. Hearing her questions she spoke I consider myself very loyal. I will do anything for a person I serve, I can keep my mouth eyes and ears shut when it needs be. I can and always will speak with respect to higher authority. For that matter I would just be honored to be in the presence of such people and standing class. Her eyes never faultering off the woman.

She seen this job interview as a challange so she was putting on her best front. She knew when to back down and when to step forward. A smile passing her face as she spoke in that belluzian language IO fare rispetto molti , e IO testamento rispetto chiunque chi è lui pi alto poi me stesso(translation-I do respect many, and I will respect anyone who is higher then myself) Her head once more held high as she waited for either a dismissal or any more questions.

Again, Sabine allowed this woman to speak and allowed herself to get through listening to what she had to say. There was something odd about her, but she simply had no clue what that might have been. And so, leaning against the desk she sat behind Sabine laid one hand over the other and leaned against them as she watched the woman's every moment and listened very closely on every last thing she had to say. There was much doubt that she chose the dress she now wore to not be too flashy, for if that was true, which she doubted it was, then she really went overboard in the other direction. The woman appeared very poor, barely able to survive currently with whatever she did. She was far too skinny and thus seemingly far to poor to have any dress better than the one she currently wore. But, that was not the thing that was going to kill her chances, though it certainly did not help. It was nearly impossible to pull on her heart strings.

Despite her much lesser rank, wealth, and status Sabine found it striking that she did not faulter with her stare as she continued on why she would be great for this position. The woman sure had some guts to her to stare so aggressively to someone who had all the power, the ability to say yes, or more likely, no. Her smile was unexpected as well, and as she spoke in a language that was odd, though very interesting Sabine looked on her with much more enthusiasm. That was certainly the best way to explain it, for though the ability to speak another language was very needed in a Manor where the Duke would need to converse with diplomats and nobility of all cultures, Sabine was also a bit turned on by her ability to speak in such tongue as well. "Impressive, I assume that is not a made up language you spoke," she said, a smile appearing on her lips which showed she was opening up to her, taking a liking to her.

"What is that language, where is it from, and is it your native tongue? Oh...Oh, and what did you just say?" Sabine had a big smile now, her eyes very locked on the young, and very intriguing woman. She had lost all sort of hostility from before and now looked as if she had just found her new best friend. She was barely in her seat anymore as she leaned forwards hoping for more words from her in that tongue of hers.

She knew the dress and appearance didn't enthuse her much but when she lit up with her speaking this was where she was going to go for the kill. She wasn't going to back down, not coming this close after all she had stayed in here longer then most of them right. Glancing to her outfit then back up she smiled hearing what the lady spoke and seeing the way she leaned forward in her seat making her grin her eyes dancing as she spoke finally once more as if calculating what she would say. No It is Belluzian actually my mother and father were both from there. I learned to speak it as a child, but learned as well some french it helps around these parts I hear.

She may have been poor and skinny, but for her line of work that was good actually to keep in proper shape. Along with the different men that came through with there different languages she was all willing to learn more as she spoke Mio madre come Ho detto Ÿ un sarta , IO amore verso lavoro duro poich‚ mio ricco IO fare non lento cosØ se tu bisogno più fammi sapere. Anche tale adorabile terreno e tale un alto lussureggiante Duca dovrei avere adatto cura in ogni aspetto del di casa(translation-My mother as I said is a seamstress, I love to work hard for my pay I do not slack so if you need more let me know. Also such lovely grounds and such a high ranking Duke should have proper care in every aspect of the household only the best of the best)

When she heard to have it translated she smiled as she spoke once moreWhat I first said was I do respect many, and I will respect anyone who is higher then myself. Her eyes dancing as she tipped her head lightly. Eyes dancing slowly as a few things came to mind. If this lord was wanting beautiful women, he sure picked a good one to judge that was for sure.

The continued conversation between them was exciting Sabine, she had never even left the duchy of Harleston, barely had she even been out of the Duke's estate in the last four years of her life. And now, her was a very interesting, exotic looking young lass with a tongue that could speak a very distance language from the one she was quickly finding to be so bland. Not that she ever wanted to speak or learn the language herself, she just wanted to keep on hearing this woman speak it. Maybe it was as much as to whose lips those words were coming from as the language itself. Whatever the case, Sabine was sucking it all up and wanted only more, a desire that drove everything she did. This woman had the job, and had Sabine's closest attention that was for sure. As she spoke further in that language Sabine smiled even wider, elated that she had been granted an audience for such a fine woman.

Finally, as she translated what she had said to Sabine a few moments before she could not help and clapped lightly. Her eyes, as well as her expression behind the approval was very devious and suggestive as well. "That is truly wonderful, the Duke, and Lord Richard, could surely use someone of your talents. Are there any further talents, besides of speaking that language, cleaning, or sewing that you have? I, as I know my most gracious lord would as well, would love to hear that there is much more to this fine woman I have standing before me now." The obviously very flowery words, very approving and suggestive, were clear signs that she had won the woman over, and most likely had gotten the job as well. But, it was certainly best to continue to indulge her, she was the one with the power here.

"Oh, and there are a few more questions I must ask, but I am sure you will do fine with. Are you married or engaged? Do you have children or are you currently pregnant? Have you ever committed a crime? And, have you been chaste, never having engaged in the act of prostitution?" Sabine smiled and gave her a roll of the eyes, light-hearted she was with her now, knowing far too well that she would pass with flying colors all of these questions. She just knew it.

She knew she had it, she could feel it in her bones. That way she knew when she was going to get something she wanted. She had to fight that devious smile from creeping to her face. But yet somehow still managed to keep, that smile on her face without giving away her thoughts. Eyes dancing as she thought of what kind of things she could stir in this little god fearing town. Though she did repremand herself, of course it wasn't harsh but it worked. Eyes looking directly to the woman as she clasped her hands lightly before letting them fall as she tipped her head with a smile.

Ahh of course, I can come in handy if any Belluzian nobility would come around. I can sew, I can sing and I can clean. I am not all speaking, I can be very organizedThat was true she had to admit, in her 'line of work' so to speak one had to be very organized. Expecially with the different schedules that one had to keep if they had more then one 'customer' if you will. Nodding her head as she spoke and I would be most gracious, if I could be of any use. Hearing the last part she had reminded herself mentally the whole time that these questions were coming as she spoke.

I have never been married, I do not have children and no I am not currently pregnant. Also I have never commited a crime, and of course I haven't ever been a prostitute" Putting on a disgusted look. Oh how acting could come in handy sometimes.

Her smile was infectuous, and Sabine quickly found herself showing far too much interest than was proper for such an occassion. Not that she was ever a very proper girl unless she was in the presence of nobility. As she mentioned how handy she would be, and something new, that she could sing, Sabine nodded her head in enjoyment. "You did not tell me you could sing as well, our Lord Richard is a very accomplished singer himself, but that is information private unless he tells you otherwise. I would ask you to sing me something, but that would be asking far too much right now, and those waiting would begin to wonder what they were applying for," he said with a smile. Sabine went over everything in her head, every quality of the woman and she could not find a single thing as to why she would not be hired. Richard would find her of great interest as well, and for one of the first times, that did not make her jealous.

Sabine nodded with approval at her answers to the series of questions he had asked of her. And, she was glad to note that the woman was not a prostitute as well, that was certainly good news, and expected news as well. The only issue to that was that Richard had a hearty taste for beautiful women, as did Sabine have for both women and men, she hoped the woman was not all serving. "Well, I do believe I am in all authority to give you the congratulations. You will start as a servant girl and serve under me. Return here tomorrow at the same time with whatever you own and you shall be shown to your quarters." Smiling she reached out and handed a slip of paper, "Present this to the guards to the estate and they will allow you in. Do not lose it. And good day, see you tomorrow morning." Watching her very closely and with very intriguing and intense eyes she watched her as she left, able to see more of her very intriguing features. Tomorrow would be a very fun occassion for her.

She chuckled lightly, trying to hide that devious look that was in her eye pretty well.Ahh Good I am getting in the good graces of the highest servant woman in the house this could be interesting. Now I just wonder what this lord richard looks like, and expects.Listening carefully she grinned making it look like she was so excited she hardly couldn't contain herself. Playing with her hands as she chewed her lower lip in a almost perfect nervous manner. Nodding she laughed, her voice already carrying that sing song tone to it as she spoke Of course perhaps at another time I will sing for you?

Her mind raced as she spoke once againand yes we do not wish the others to think they are trying out for a singing contest or entertainment purposes It wasn't till the paper was handed to her that she looked down then back up with a smile nodding her head viguriously Of course I will not loose it at all! I don't have much but I will bring it A part of her was excited about the job while another part said bid your time Rhiannon remember what mother wanted out of you. Hearing the part about serving under the lady a wicked smile passed her face as she took a deep breath straightening up as she glanced over her shoulder with a innocent grin the wicked smile gone for now I am honored to be serveing under you and in the household of the lord richard castyll Bowing her head as she walked outside once more.




The next day

The sun had just risen over the horizon peaking its way from beneath the distant trees. Rhiannon had walked, well partially walked and partially hitched rides to pemberton and back to Harleston that whole night. Many of course asked her why she was leaving at such a late hour, but she wouldn't respond the way they expected her to. She would just smile and say oh it's nothing really just meeting some family another lie but they fell for it. After all commoners were always moving it seemed to them. But they definately didn't expect to see one heading TOWARDS harleston instead of away from it like many had lately or so she had been told on her trip.

It wasn't till about one could guess 6 in the morning that she arrived. What little belongings she had tucked neatly away in a nicer sack that she had stitched herself. From saving up and holding tight to coins and money she could get her hands on. Then again she wasn't a cheap harlot back in pemberton either so that was what helped alot with getting the material she needed. It wasn't still nothing to fancy for her rank as a commoner. A plain linen sack with light off peach rose stitching in a nice floral looking design. Having walked the rest of the way, the paper the lady had given her the day before in her hand as she walked up the large path towards the manor. Her outfit was abit better then it was the day before. A off white with a high cut neckline, along with a bodice that had been handed down to her from, her own mother. It wasn't fancy and clearly worn and used but a much better sight then what she had before.

Her skirt long and straight to cover her nicely, and only give subtle hints of the curves that laid beneath them. Upon reaching the place she glanced to the guards who asked her business putting on a smile. Her hair tucked beneath the bonnet she wore that day. Only the slightest of dark hair showing but barely, only where the bonnet would not cover. Handing the paper over they nodded, leading her inside to where she was supposed to go. Her eyes looking towards the two as she shivered stripping down slowly a timid look to her as she glanced up. W..What all are you going to do?

This day was certainly more bright and promising than the previous few days that had been nothing but gray skies and rain. As she had arrived at the gates as so ordered so by Sabine, the guards sought her papers and once getting them led her inside as she had been told would happen. They had not entered through the front door of the estate, but instead through a side entrance and Rhiannon would find herself in a room with more women waiting around as well. It seemed that Rhiannon was not the only possible new servant being hired today, but there were many others, and not all those were servants. Some would be kitchen staff, cooks, artisans, and a various other positions needed to be filled throughout the estate. This time there were actually a few males who were standing around waiting, an impressive good looking bunch, just like the females.

After a few minutes of waiting Sabine appeared with Alvin right behind her, a position he did not seem to like. Walking past her it was he who was going to address the crowd. Alvin was a tall man, just like Richard, but had short blond hair and pale blue eyes. He was not dressed like any other male servant of the Manor for he was Richard's personal assistant and very close friend. He was very handsome as well and obviously very well built, an impressive sort he was, and very charming when he let down the guard of his position and the importance he held. "Alright listen up, I need all the women to gather over with Sabine, and I need all the males to follow me." Moving as was expected as they gathered in groups all the men filtered inside the room and Sabine raised her hand. "Ladies follow me," she said and led them into another room, waiting for them to all move inside before closing the door.

In the large room Rhiannon would see, if possible by peering around the other 10 women in the room, besides Sabine, that there was a large black shade in the far end of the large room and another female, a puggy one at that. "Okay, listen up ladies, your final requirement for the job is a physical exam. I need you to all line up and one by one you will be taken behind the current and given an exam by the doctor on hand. Follow her orders promptly and we can move this along swiftly." It was then Sabine saw Rhiannon in the group and smiled, giving her a long stare and a slight smile before moving off behind the curtain. One by one the ladies were led behind the curtain, tested, and allowed to leave into the main hall where they would wait for the final word if they had the position or not. Everyone next in line could hear exactly what was included in the test, the physical exam, in which their bodies were examined for lice, other bugs, and diseases, wherever they might be.

As it was Rhiannon's turn Sabine stood there with her arms crossed, a look of boredom, but that was not reality. She was, in fact, very excited with her job thus far, being able to view the naked bodies of each woman she had rightly picked out to get this far. There had been some big disappointments, some ripe with disease as well, but it was truly Rhiannon she had been waiting for most, and as the woman walked in Sabine's eyes lit up a bit. "Okay lassy, I need you to remove all your clothes," the portly older lady said with no enthusiasm.

Wow she couldn't believe all the women that had been gathered and even some of the men. They looked just delictable that was for sure, she had to give them that. A smile crept upon her face as she entered. Nodding to a few who either glared at her, or smiled back. In her mind she wondered why these women and men had to all be almost perfect in her opinion. Yes she was alittle vein that was sure, the way she told herself she looked better then any of the women there. Yet of course she would never say it out loud, as she didn't want to sound that way. Expecially on her first day of work. The way the crowd was so hushed at first, it sounded as if they were in a cemetary mourning the loss of someone. Placing her sack upon the ground next to her where she stood like the others she waited.


Now what surprised her was the hast the two others came in. The lady from the day before, and another male. Quite nice looking, in her opinion in a plain way so far. Though she had to say this, he was dressed much better then most of them. Once more her mind drifted as she seemed to think. I wonder if all these ladies are going to be servants or not? I wonder what kind of other lords that live here look like...oooo even better yet I wonder what the lord himself looks like that is putting us in his manor for....mmm then again what about that lovely lady thats speaking It wasn't till the male spoke that she snapped out of it somewhat. Partially paying attention to him, but when sabine spoke her eyes lifted like the others.

Nodding along she brushed a strand of dark hair up under her hood tightly as it tried to slip loose. Hearing physical exam she almost jumped out of her skin, hopefully they wouldn't check her for chastice. That she would have to make up a lie about quickly and on the spot. She could always say she was raped, and that she repented harshly for years afterwards. If that came down to it, then she would really have to put her acting abilities to the test. She could feel that shiver of uncertainty run up her spine at the thought. Following the others she listened and waited till she seen sabine smile to her, to only dissappear once more with whom was behind the curtain.

Some of the girls looked nervous and in a way so did she. But it wasn't till her turn that she finally was called back her feet carrying her along. Taking a deep breath as she bit her lip like most of the ones before her did putting on that nervous look. Reaching behind her to undo the bodice letting it fall as she pulled off the bonnet, her hair cascading down the middle of her back in loose waves of black. Shivering some as she made it look like she was uncertain about getting undressed. Her dress was the next thing that came off setting it with her other stuff down upon the chair behind her. Turning to face sabine and the nurse shivering once more before taking a deep breath.

The portly older lady was already looking over the young woman as she had begun to undress, looking for injuries that she may have. There was none of it though, she appeared in good shape, and with healthy bones from what she could see. However, that was not even the begin of the exam and thus, as Rhiannon had fully disrobed, standing full nude before them both the older woman went over to her and told her to hold out both arms. As she did so the woman checked each of her arms and her underarms to ensure they were not too weak and to ensure there wasn't any sign of disease upon them. Her very cold arms moved up each arm and eventually she had Rhiannon lower them. Coming behind her the older woman began to check her hair, lower the head of Rhiannon as well as she slid her hands through them looking for bugs and lice. Free of any head lice she looked at the back of Rhiannon, down her neck, upper, and then lower back, her buttocks, and then she knelt down to look at her legs.

As the nurse was checking every aspect of Rhiannon the other woman, Sabine, stood there looking over Rhiannon. It was obvious her eyes were not of a trained nurse, but a trained study of the female figure. Sabine liked everything she saw, the nice perky breasts, the very beautiful figure, and her shapely legs that drew much of her gaze as well. In fact, Sabine was becoming a bit excited by it all. Everything was checking out fine as the nurse stood up again and moved in front of her. Having the young woman open her mouth and stick out her tongue the nurse took a look, taking a hold of her chin so she could raise, lower, and twist her head to see where she wanted to. Looking into her eyes she didn't see anything ill there as well.

Placing her hand on Rhiannon's right breast she raised it as she rubbed it roughly, ensuring it and then the other one was fine and there was nothing wrong with her there as well. Lowering her hands she checked her stomach and general makeup of her skin, ensuring it was of a healthy hue and free of disease. Finally, she checked her feminine organ, ensuring that it was in a healthy condition, her cold hands surely only adding to Rhiannon's unease and coldness in the room. Sabine watched with much interest during this part of the exam, her eyes rarely leaving where the nurse's hands were placed.

Finally, the nurse gave a nod and stood. "You may dress, the test is complete." She did not give any report to Rhiannon on her health but as she turned she gave a nod to Sabine and the woman nodded back, a smile on her face as she looked at Rhiannon and gave a nod of approval. "Once you are dressed you may join the others in the hall," she said, pointing to the door.

After Rhiannon had dressed and left the room the nurse and Sabine began to look over the reports to see who had checked out fine. Most had, a few hadn't, but there still weren't enough positions open for all of them. Only six of the women today would be hired, four as manor servants and two as kitchen staff. After fifteen minutes of looking over the medical and other reports Sabine finally opened thd door with the nurse behind her. "I have made the decisions. All those who are not called are asked to remain behind to talk with the nurse, but those who are shall follow me to receive your dresses."

"Ashley Williams, Kate Turner, Rhiannon Masinelli, Erica Peters, Lauren Riven, and Paula Roberts congratulations, you are all hired for the position. Erica and Paula as kitchen staff, the others to serve in the Manor. Please follow me," she said, nothing else said to those who did not get the job. Leading the way she led the group into yet another room, a room full of gray dresses and gray bonnets. "You all must wear you uniform at all times when you are not in your own room, a gray dress, bonnet, dark stockings and black shoes. Now find a dress and try it on, the dress must extend to the ground," she said, emphasizing the point on the length of the dress. Allowing them all to find a dress to suit them, and the other dressings they needed Sabine stood around and waited for them to have their dress or ask for assistance.

OOC: You can come up with the appearance of the dress. It is gray and they are servant dresses, but they would be of course quite appealing enough to be displayed for guests and the like. They do not dip low though, only the very upper chest, a bit more than just the neck would be exposed. If you like you can describe some of the other servant girls as well since you'll be using them as NPCs and they'll be around alot.

She turned and twisted with the old ladies tugging and pulling to examine her. Oh god how horrible could this get, she didn't even want to imagine what slaves would feel like. Cause to a extent thats exactly what this felt like, the way the woman would pull her mouth open and tug her jaw in all directions to look in her mouth. Her tongue comeing out, lucky for her the woman didn't seem to mind the fact that her tongue unlike many peoples that came out flat and wide. Hers came out long and came into a slight point at the front when stuck out. Even though it was far from disease ridden. I wish she would hurry arms aren't meant for holding out so long......well at least not in cases like this.. Her mind trying to wander off as she thought of things besides what the old lady was doing. Her cold hands making her jump everynow and then letting out a low eep.

Seeing the way the other lady looked at her, she nonchalantly straightened her posture. As if the old woman had done something that made her jump, causing her chest to perk up as she shuddered her eyes getting wide. To go along as if she was startled about something. Seeing that the other wasn't paying no mind to almost anything else that was going on besides where the old womans hands were going. Making her laugh slightly in the back of her mind. Finally once the woman was done she looked at her. Staying put still in the nude behind the curtain till she got both there nods. Hearing sabine speak she grinned bowing her head, pulling her hair up quickly and twirling it around her fingers into a bun without pins. Turning once hearing it was ok, leaning forward to bend over grabbing her dress and outfit.

Standing straight she glanced over her shoulder biting her lip but quickly looking away. Pulling the bonnet over her hair making sure it was tucked in snuggly. Slipping on the girtle she wore under the dress that was worn out, then tugging on the dress before lacing the bodice back up tightly. Making sure to emphize her movements as if nothing was wrong. When she grabbed her linen sack brushing past sabine with a smile speaking lightly under her breath"IO visto tu orologio me , contento IO approvato"(translation::I seen you watching me, glad I passed) Slipping out into the room she looked around at the other ladies who made it seeing alot had dissappeared once the names were called listening tentively as she stepped forward hearing hers.

Hearing the speech Sabine gave. She saw the way the other ladies where whispering back and fourth. One smiling to rhiannon, as she spoke ' you are foreign aren't you?' blinking she chuckled as she nodded Si how did you knowThe lady grinned as she spoke "I just know things and you have different features.[/b] Moving quickly to the dresses with the other trailing her. This was gonna be hard to choose. She was used to having her own style but these, how odd they were. Many of the women grabbing dresses and trying them on. Quickly sifting through them she smiled spotting one pulling it out. The neck alittle lower on the neck, not so choking but not revealing. With a not so fancy laceing around it, but enough to look good for visitors. The ash grey dress going down, past her ankles and silhoutteing her curved frame. After tugging off the first outfit once more.

Her nude frame only covered in the front by the dress. Looking to the lady as she smiled. How bout this? The woman nodded and grinned " Just beautiful!" Smiling she grinned getting a devious look in her eye for only a brief moment before letting it slip away. Turning to sabine as she pulled it up over her frame as she moved slowly zipped it up. Bringing a leg up making sure she was infront of sabine but not to obvious she was doing it on purpose as she reached down undoing her shoes she wore and slipping on the black stockings rolling them up slowly over her long slender legs. Biting her lip some as she tipped her head humming gently to herself.

As everyone was gathered in the room full of dresses, dozens of them at that, Erica and Paula, the two kitchen staff members, were directed to a much smaller selection of dresses of a darker hue as they were kitchen staff outfits. In the Manor the kitchen staff were of higher status than those common servant girls. The two different groups rarely came in contact with another, besides when one had to retrieve something from the kitchen, as the kitchen was a sacred place run by the two cooks, the kitchen staff under them. One never wanted to get into conflict with the cooks, they ran the kitchen like a military operation, and held a grudge towards anyone who screwed up that atmosphere and protocol. Sabine was assisting both Paula and Erica as the other women assisted each other, very friendly for what Sabine overheard, to find the proper fitting dresses and other attire they had to wear with them. It was as Sabine was turned and watched them go about finding dresses that she was found watching Rhiannon yet again.

Sabine had not fogotten her naked form, nor the look or the soft whisper she had overheard as the woman had passed her. It had been in that language again, and she wanted to know just what she had said, but it would have to wait. Sabine watched Rhiannon closely as the woman stood, seemingly purposely so, in perfect line of her sight. The woman's body was wonderful, so beautiful, and the way she moved it to draw her eyes to various points of her body Sabine knew the woman teased her as well. Just then Erica tapped her on the shoulder for assistance and Sabine had to turn, helping her pick the right dress and helping her into it. The woman was more plump than the other women, but she had by far a much larger bust, which Sabine loved. Having helped her zip up Sabine stepped back and nodded as she asked if it looked good. This had been a very unusual occassion, all the dresses fit the ladies well and there had been very little issues and little time wasted as they dressed.

"Okay ladies, everyone looks very presentable," she said, wanting to say beautiful and almost letting it slip before catching her tongue. "I will show you all to your quarters now. Follow me." Leading them from the room she waited for a moment till all had caught up before walking through the halls to the servants quarters. The women who led the way in front of Rhiannon suddenly came to a halt as Sabine had stopped as she just turned a corner. Coming back around she had them all line up against the wall. "Ladies ladies, Lord Richard approaches! I need you all to address him properly as he passes, tip your head slightly as not to look in his eyes and curtsy as well. Do as he says should he say anything, say nothing more than what he asks, do nothing more, understand?!" Sabine moved up and down the line making sure all the ladies looked fully proper and presentable. This was much more a test for herself, she cared not about any of the other ladies at this moment. Touching, brushing out wrinkles in dresses, and making sure everything was perfect to each and every lady. Lightly she touched Rhiannon's dress, crouching down and brushing out a big wrinkle in it, her hand touching Rhiannon's leg ontop of her fabric.

Quickly she rose and finished with the other ladies before moving to the end where Lord Richard would pass by first before coming around the corner to see the new servants. Sabine curtsied to greet Richard as one of the girls whispered to another, asking them if they could see what he looked like. The girl said nothing, she dared not look. They all could hear Sabine greeting and talking to him though. "Lord Richard, the new servants and kitchen staff I hired as you so ordered." That was all they heard for Sabine said more, nor did Richard say a thing to her, though he had given her a tip of his head and smile. Coming around the corner, even though the second girl in line had so wanted to hear what he looked like, they dared not look now, they followed orders as Sabine was walking right behind him watching them. Each girl curtsied and bowed their head slightly as he passed. Richard did not smile, did not have any real emotion on his face as he studied each woman very slowly.

Richard was impressed with their beauty, Sabine had served him well and would be very rewarded for it. "Ladies raise your heads so I may observe fully," he said, as he had started to pass the second woman. Stopping he looked back at her, catching her eyes with his own, and nodded before moving on. One by one he came down the line looking at each woman with moments of observation. As he came to Rhiannon he stopped for a moment, noticing something different about her as the woman in the dressing room had as well. "What is your name and what duchy are you from? Surely you are not a native of Harleston." There was lengthy time given to Rhiannon for this question, the only he had said a thing to directly, and Sabine stood closely by, about to speak for her. Richard raised his hand to stop her though and awaited a response from the young woman before him.

This was her first time ever really being a servant to anyone. The other girls all looked so beautiful themselfs. Why again did they all want them to look good? Oh she remembered it was for the lord, he wanted them to look good because he wanted them to look presentable for guests and higher ranking officials and lords, along with ladies. She held such a grudge towards them at times, she wanted there life at any costs. The way the girls whispered back and fourth to each other as they walked following sabine. Each one could, a person could tell was nervous by the way they kept over brushing there dresses out or fidgeted with there hands in a timid manner. Rhiannon on the other hand, acted abit nervous but had a calmer more slightly relaxed air about her.


When she heard sabine speak a smile beamed upon her face for a moment. Making her lightly tanned skin almost beam, her bonnet surprisingly did good justice for her features. Which even surprised her in that manner, but she felt sabines eyes upon her as she had dressed. She knew that the lady must have heard her whisper, but she wasn't gonna say anything about translating it till she was asked to do so. Nodding her head along with the others, they all lined up following her out the door and down the hallways. Each ones eyes mentally taking in there surroundings as they walked. As if they were going to remember each detail about the place so as not to get lost when they had to start working.

When they suddenly came to a complete stop, she almost bumped squarely into the girl infront of her. But somehow managed to catch herself right on time, making it look like she was practicing a curtsy after suddenly hearing sabine shout that the lord richard castyll was coming. Head jerking upwards listening carefully as she was the third or fourth in line. Nodding hearing two of the girls whisper, which quickly escaladed down the line till sabine came forward. Making a few of them be quite. Of course she wanted to see who this lord richard castyll was after all he was going to be there employer right? Feeling sabine finally reach her and kneel down she blinked with a slow smile feeling her hand through the dress making her shiver abit.

When he came around she looked down hearing sabine speak her hands clasped lightly infront of her. The others seemed to really start fidgeting but she was slightly more calm. She had after all been in the presence of lords before, even if it was only for sexual favors back in ashton. Keeping her head down lightly when he came passed she moved in a surprisingly graceful motion giving a small curtsy her head staying down. It wasn't till he spoke that she looked up along with the others. One of the girls faces bright red when she seen him, while rhiannon smiled sweetly almost innocently. Along with a couple others who weren't as nervous as some of the newer ones were.

When he stopped her heart could have almost stopped or jumped out of her chest. Her mind thought that she had been caught maybe even busted for what she was. When he spoke she kept the smile, her voice coming out soft yet sure as she spoke Il mio neme Ÿ Rhiannon , e Nessuno Sono non da in giro qui. IO provenire il ducato di Ashton. Realizing what she had done. She let her face turn a soft red, she did this sometimes when she let herself slip I am sorry my lord, my name is rhiannon and no I am not from around here. My native duchy is Ashton

Having ackowledged her Richard truly wondered where such a unique woman could hail from. His skin tone was different as was just the general nature of her, there was something very different, yet very similiar about her as well. Like he had seen her somewhere before. Looking amongst the other women aside her as he addressed her he noticed that they were a bit overwhelmed, blushing as he had addressed each of them. That was all usual, most women swooned when he was around, or gave them the time of day, but Rhiannon didn't act at all like them. Granted a few others acted professionally as well, but there was just something about her that was not right. She was far too young and from what he had been told already by Sabine, none had worked in an estate of any noble before. So, why was it the innocent look on her face felt like an act and why was it, if she was innocent, she did not even slightly blush?

As she responded in her native tongue, as it surely had to be for it was so fluid, Richard looked at her with a surprised expression upon his face. Only with her mistake did her face turn a bit red with embarrassment, a look about her that was obviously usual to her, and a look that made him smile. Ashton? Really? He didn't believe that she was from Ashton, she was too different, and spoke Belluzian far too well to be from Ashton originally. But, he was not going to drag out a lengthy conversation, or interrogation. "Ah Ashton, and you speak Belluzian I see," he said with a smile, informing her that he at least knew the language she had not spoken. "I can not speak it myself, but I know it well enough. I could always use someone who speaks it so well for when we have visitors with the native tongue." Giving her a nod he looked back at Sabine as well and nodded in her direction, a compliment that caused Sabine to curtsey in thanks.

"Congratulations to all of you," Richard said to all of them as he continued to move down the line of girls, taking a lengthy time to look over one last girl who had caught his eye. She, like Rhiannon, had an exotic appeal about her. Finally, he moved off and continued his walk down the hall, his thoughts about Rhiannon on his mind still, even if he thought of sending for that other woman tonight. Why was it that Rhiannon looked so familiar? Maybe he had seen her in Ashton once before, but where? Walking off and turning down the hall he continued to think about it until other issues came to the top of his attention.

"Okay ladies, good job, seems Lord Richard approved of your ...professionalism," she said with a smile. "Follow," she said and led the group again down yet another hall and into another room, one where 6 beds lined the long room, 3 on each side. "Household servants shall share this room, while kitchen staff you shall follow me. Ladies pick your beds and unpack. I shall be back in a little bit," Sabine said and then led Paula and Erica from the room to show them their own room. The ladies were given many mintues of time to talk amongst each other, but none thought it would be the lengthy 30 minute wait for Sabine to return.

She might have seen him before something was familiar about him as well. Something she couldn't place, she had slept with alot of men in ashton. Then again she had also acted like she was higher ranking, well after she saved money and had jacked her prices up. She wasn't a cheap prostitute that was for sure, anyone who had slept with her could have told one that. She knew from experience that just because one was innocent didn't mean they blushed all the time. Then again she wasn't sure what these people around this duchy thought was a sign of innocence. Oh she had been born in ashton, her mother was originally from Belluza. So growing up she had been taught how to speak both french and Belluzian fluantly. It could come in handy she did know this, though and it made her smile and think high of herself.

Hearing his response she smiled speaking yes my mother is purebreed Belluzian, but I was born in ashton Listening carefully to the last part she blushed lightly glancing down then up to him. Seeing the way that some of the girls shot her dirty looks. She could almost hear them now once they got to there bunks what they would be saying. But she had to keep reminding herself that she mustn't start a fight. Expecially not on her first day, her mind drifting back to lord richard it suddenly hit her. She had seen him a year when she came of age in ashton. He had came for a gathering, when her mother had thrown her out there and told that she was to act like she had never acted before. Pretend she was higher ranking.

After all a mother only wanted the best for there child right. She remembered it now, she had spoken with him before. But at the time she had never said anything in belluzian, since she did her best to hide the accent of the voice that she grew up with. How stupid could she have been, wouldn't he eventually figure out who she was? She had to figure out a way to pretend she wasn't who she acted like she was. Cause at that time she had pretended she was a lady by the name of Allison Santino. She smiled and nodded lightly, when he went to take his leave she lowered her head doing a graceful curtsy once more. As if it was a dance step she had practiced many times. Perhaps that subtle hints might give her away, she knew she was going to have to be careful now.

Listening following the ladies orders, she moved the girls grimacing at her as if they were disgusted or something. she ignored there looks she was just happy that he actually spoke to her. She felt privilidged something the other girls didn't get. Following carefully to there chambers the minute they all got there and heard sabine say to pick there beds. Each and every one of them started darting towards beds. A girl named Maria grabbed a bed against the far wall. While another named Jolene grabbed a bed not far from Rhiannon. While Rhiannon grabbed the bed closest to the door. Unpacking her things she head A woman named Jocelyn speaking to another named Brianna about her. The ladies words coming out with a venom "Did you see that? The way she didn't even blush? Is she not chast or does she have no manners?"

This caused Rhiannon to look up putting her things away finally turning around a scowl on her face. If they only knew how close to the truth they were, making rhiannon speak up walking over to the girl I can't help I don't blush so bad that I look like a red little tomatoe when a guy walks in. It doesn't mean your not chast, I am just not afraid to speak when asked to speak or spoke to is there something wrong with that? The woman turned glareing at her as she spoke " It's fine just leave us alone you foriegner." This ticked Rhiannon off but her mind actually kicked in for once as she turned taking a deep breath and going towards her bed.

Ashley Williams, Jocleyn Turner, Brianna Riven, Maria, Jolene

As the women went about grabbing a bed and already forming a friendship with a few, negative attitudes towards others, the sparks already begun to fly as a few of the girls already believed that Rhiannon had gotten far too much attention. Most didn't pay attention as the two girls spoke amongst each other about Rhiannon for they were far too busy picking their own beds and unpacking their own personal items to make their little area more suitable to them, a place of their own. Time passed quite quickly as they all went about unpacking and not before long a few had already finished, many didn't have more than a very few items on them to begin with. However, the normal activities and talking of the girl stopped when Rhiannon spoke up, loud enough for all to hear rather than just the two that were talking about her. The girl who had said such things about Rhiannon looked shocked that the woman would speak up in such a way, though commoner and from relatively lowly means, it was obvious that she did not like and was not use to being spoken up to.

Jocelyn, the girl who had said such things about Rhiannon, just huffed after the woman talked back, calling her a foreigner and telling her to leave her alone, the words catching the attention of Maria who had not even paid attention till now. Maria, the woman that had actually gotten just as much attention as Rhiannon for her exotic appeal, was from Soleil. Having already fully unpacked because she had come with the least of all in personal items, she walked over to Rhiannon's bed. Everyone else was talking loud enough or getting to their own business that none overheard their little discussion. "Hi there, I'm Maria," she said, talking to the back of Rhiannon who was busy unpacking and personalizing her little area. "I heard you speak Belluzian in the hallway, I sure wish I could speak my mother's native language," she said, continuing to chat even if Rhiannon did not give her the time of day.

If Rhiannon did turn though she would see that the woman was the most exotic of all of them, truly the most foreign. Her skin was a natural brown, her origins though from Soleil, her mother was actually from much further southeast of Soleil. She was a very beautiful young woman, with long dark black hair, her large brown eyes intensified by the white that surrounded it set against her darker skin tone. Her body was fully developed as well, though she was much shorter than her. "That woman is just angry that Lord Richard gave us both far more attention than her. He....is handsome though, don't you think?" Maria smiled, her smile big and very youthful.

She wasn't afraid to speak her mind, which could be some of her downfalls one could guess. The way she was going to stand up for herself. She was the type of girl who wouldn't stand for people back talking her. Expecially not ones, that was obviously no better then herself. A low grumble came from her as she wanted to just grab the other lady and show her what a foreigner could do to a back talking little wench. That was just her way of taking care of things, but she knew it wouldn’t be in her best interest to start a fight already. She held her head up when she had spun around on her heels. Not making any more of a comment just a cocky look on her face that showed her own little personal triumph over the other woman.


It hadn’t been long till; she had gotten to her bed and already was almost unpacked. She hadn’t really seen the other girl herself, but she knew that the lord had stopped farther down the line. Just about as long as he had with her further down the line. She didn’t mind, hell a slight bit of competition was never a bad thing. Well if there was gonna be one, she didn’t plan on any competition just yet anyway. Hearing the girl who came up behind her she turned putting the last thing of hers in place as she smiled hearing the name. Catching he exotic look of the other herself, nodding her head she kept her smile as she spoke.

It’s nice to meet you Marie the names Rhiannon. Glancing over the girl she mentally nodded to herself. Figuring this was the girl that the lord must have stopped at, waiting she motioned around with a smile So you got your bed picked out yet? Hearing the last part she chuckled shaking her head and speaking It’s actually kinda neat to understand your parents native tongue, I learned it cause my mother used to sing to me in Belluzian. Then I started asking questions and she decided to teach Me. Brushing her hair back up neatly under the bonnet she got a question that came to mind so where do you hail from? You are like me it seems, it’s not often I find others that don’t seem to ‘fit’ into places like these like myself.

Smiling she chuckled with a laugh Exactly they are just jealous like you said, they don’t understand that normality as they like to call it always doesn’t attract attention….He is ok looking really

Marie smiled just as brightly as Rhiannon, her perfect rows of white teeth so much more brilliant as they were set against her much darker skintone. Her eyes big and wide looked on Rhiannon as a friend among few possible for their role in life at this time. Freedom was something that Marie cherished very greatly, and thus found it awkward as to why she had chosen such a role in life that did not grant much. But, the decision to come to Harleston in the first place hadn't been her own decision. She had far too much drama for a woman at so young an age, her father a drunk, a hustler, and a gambler who had brought his daughter with him from their home where men had tracked them down and killed his wife, her mother, all because of debts he owed and the money he had swindled from them. For Marie that had been the final draw, she had disappeared from the docks in Ashton when her father had asked her to wait, and had hitched a ride heading for Harleston. And, that was the shortened version of her life to this point, but the scars and experience she had were ingrained in her very being, and she could not dismiss that many of her father's and her mother's bad habits carried with her even now. Always the con artist.

She nodded as Rhiannon had asked if she had picked out her bed yet, she smiled too as she pointed to the bed all the way on the far wall, a great ways away from her. It seemed that she was Rhiannon's neighbor, a good thing indeed for the stares of hate she still received from that other woman. "I hail from Soleil, although my mother is from much further east. I am not sure exactly where from, she never spoke about it." Lies, but she needed not to talk further about it with a stranger. "I rarely fit in," she said, looking at her hands, "and it has often been rough, but I am glad I have found another like me, and it seems that I am quite welcomed here," she said, slowly drawing her lips into a big smile. She was obviously very infatuated with Richard. "Only okay looking? If you think that I would love to see what the men look like where you come from," she said with another smile. Her smile was of a very innocent nature, and her words had caused her to blush a bit. She seemed to be a very curious girl, easy to fall for beauty, but unlike Rhiannon she had never been with a man. Most of the servants hadn't, and that was a secret Rhiannon didn't know, the nurse hadn't checked her because Sabine had told her not to.

"Well let them be jealous, it will likely only grow as we both get all the attention.....," she said, but was cut short as the door opened and Sabine walked in.

"Ladies, ladies," Sabine said, trying to get the attention of a few of the girls who had not seen her enter and continued talking. "You all will be split into two groups, one will go with me and the other with Alice," she said, a dark-haired woman appearing behind her. "We will be showing you the Manor and assign your daily duties as well. Now, Rhiannon, Maria, and Jocelyn, you will go with me, the others with Alice." Leading the women from the room Maria was glad that she got group with Rhiannon, a woman she was beginning to quickly see as a future friend, they had been friendly enough thus far. However, the woman that had spoken badly about Rhiannon, and had also given Maria bad looks as well, was the final member of that group. Jocleyn had immediately come off as a real witch, she had not been friendly, and from the continued looks Maria was not very excited by her inclusion. There was one thing that all three women had in common, which made it worse of all, they were the best looking of the six. It made it worse for Jocelyn held everything as a competition to equals that she did not respect as such, and Rhiannon was use to using her beauty to get what she wanted, be it a much higher pay for her services or whatnot.

Leading the women through halls she led them all into the library and discussed their daily duties in this room. They were to dust, put books away, and do general cleaning. Next, she led them into the Main Hall, one of the most important room in the whole Manor for it was what guests first saw. After that, the lengthy tour led them to the Banquet Hall. "During Banquets and meals for special guests you all will be asked to serve on the kitchen staff and serve the guests by carrying drinks, and the food to be served. You will be required to stay after the events as well to clean up afterwards," she said, a job that was among the worst they could have for most events in the Banquet Hall led to big messes of fallen food, and most of all, spilled drinks. "There will be much cleaning after Banquet Hall events, after you clean up all the dishes and unused food you will be expected to wash the tabletops as well as the floors. The male servant staff will also assist you for this task." Finally, after discussing all the tasks, a whole host of them for the Banquet Hall, Sabine led them out the doors. Maria looked at her and rolled her eyes, the Banquet Hall job she was definately not looking forward to.

"You will also be assigned to Guest Rooms four, five, and six. You will not only clean the rooms, but when there are guests you are to serve them as they should so need you. That means going to the kitchen to place food orders, delivering the food, and drinks, bringing them comforters should it be too cold, cleaning up after them, and whatever else they require of you."

Leading them down the hall Sabine stopped at an three-way intersection. "You are not allowed to travel past this area, unless you are given permission to do so. In that direction is the private quarters and offices of the Duke and the Duchess, and in that direction are the private quarters of Lord Richard." The fact was that permission was given so freely for them to travel to Lord Richard's chambers that each would likely visit often at his request, but they were still not given the permission to do so freely. "There is one more thing we must discuss so follow me." Leading them back down many hallways where they had been before, and past rooms they had passed before, she led them past their own quarters to her own, opening the door and leading them inside. Sabine had a private room all to herself, just a few steps from their own, the room as large as their own. Leading them to a table she had them all sit before she joined them.

"Okay ladies, now that you have been assigned all your tasks there is one more issue. This subject is very private and it shall not leave this room and your own, punishment will be severe if you are found discussing such in public rooms. As servants to the Manor and to the Duke and his family, we at times will be asked to perform special duties. The Duke is not included in this, but his brother, Lord Richard, who you all have met, is, as well as noble guests as well." Sabine looked at each of the girls, not sure if they had any clue what she was talking about. "Companions for the night," she continued, a word that Rhiannon would surely recognize as it was a term often used in her business as well. "Lord Richard could call on you at any time to visit him, to share his bed, and you shall be expected to do so. However, he would never force himself on you, you are not to dismiss him either, at least without meeting with him first." Maria, of all of them, looked utterly shocked and lost for words. Jocelyn, on the otherhand, was not very surprised by the revelation from Sabine. She had not been of a profession like Rhiannon, but her mother had been a servant, as her grandmother before her, and knew all too well. But, she also knew the possibilities of favors and such should they serve him well.

"You three were picked specifically by Lord Richard, but he has given you the ability to choose now, even if that does not mean he will not seek you again, to ask for removal from such a role. Do any of you object?" Jocelyn spoke out first, nearly before Sabine even finished.

"I will serve Lord Richard in any way he requires of me," she said with a smile, looking over at Rhiannon with a very smug attitude.

Maria did not respond yet, she did not know what to say as her face had become a very pale color, shocking as her skintone had been quite dark. However, Sabine's eyes were watching her closely, hoping she would not say no for it would cause so many issues. Finally, Maria stuttered at first, her voice very low, before she got out her response. "I....I shall do whatever Lord Richard wishes of me," she said, swallowing a big lump in her throat. Finally, Sabine nodded and looked over to Rhiannon awaiting her response.

She was like any other woman of her former profession a con artist herself. Her mother had never told her, but at one point she had been a pirate wench. One of the many traits that had been passed to young Rhiannon, from the very beginning. She knew how to act, and to connive her way into many things. Just like the time when she had freshly came of age in Aston, her mother dressed her up and sent her out on her first task. One that would prove to be her most challenging at, that time. Expecially for such a young age; or so she had thought it would be. Yet surprisingly it was quite easy, all she had to do was act civil. That memory still lingered within her head, the night her mother dressed her up. Gave her a fake identity as a lady, and sent her to a gathering. Where many nobles were to be in attendance that night for the gathering. The thought still made her smile cause she couldn’t believe how well, she had pulled it off.

Listening carefully to the other girl, she could hear in her voice something familiar. Something she recongized from when she was just of age. She herself gave off an air of innocence to the ones whom didn’t know her. But yet, by far was Rhiannon innocent in any way conceivable. Listening to Maria she nodded before speaking I know where you come from, my mother never spoke too much of her past either. Perhaps it was because she didn’t want Rhiannon to know what; she had done when she was younger. Seeing the young girl glance at her hands as she spoke I know I have not fit in well myself. But it is nice to find another who shares that. Still keeping that innocent façade upon her face for the time being. She knew she remembered Lord Richard from that gathering, she just knew it.

Now the problem would be to confirm her thoughts. That night she remembered, she had been flirting with him. Keeping him within her sights, she knew from that day he was going to be the one she was going to get to. Listening once more she laughed lightly shaking her head Oh no, no where I come from all men kinda look alike. Some more handsome then others, I do say he is slightly up there, with the other good looking ones. Brushing her hand over a wrinkle in her dress she smiled holding her head up speaking exactly I do believe some people are afraid of ‘younger’ competition. Glancing up as the door opened she smiled as Sabine walked in. Her head turning in the direction of the woman; hearing her name. When she learned they were to be broken into groups she smiled, hearing Maria would be with her. The only thing she did not like was Jocelyn the jealous woman who acted snide.

Carefully following Sabine out the room and to there designate area’s she listened carefully. Mentally taking notes, on what there duties would be for each room nodding after the speech was complete. Letting Sabine know that she was listening, and paying attention. Her head still held high as she walked, letting the lady know she didn’t care what she thought. She knew her beauty had gotten her this far, perhaps it would one day get her further. When they got to the three way split she tipped her head slightly listening carefully. Taking into careful account that she was not to go back there unless told to do so. Hearing the last part she nodded quickly following behind them. Upon entering the room, she sat with the other girls. Hearing everything that Sabine said she waited till it was her turn to answer. Catching the look from Jocelyn, Rhiannon lifted her head looking straight into Sabine’s eyes with a slow alluring look, yet timid one all in the same. I will do anything for M’ lord…His wish is my command Looking towards Jocelyn with an almost challenging look.

Sabine looked at each woman after each had spoken, glad that they all had agreed for it made things so much easier for her. The only issues she had with it all was with Maria, who she knew was a virgin, and seemed to be the most apprehensive of them all, as was expected. She had interviewed them all for quite some time, had hints of their personality, and Maria had been the most shy of them all. Sabine had always had a bit of suspicion that Maria had been a runaway slave and had checked her well to ensure she was capable of such a job at the Manor and the extra task that Richard had requested of her. It was always an offer more than an order, Maria should be very thankful of that, but Richard surely knew what he wanted. And, just with that, Sabine knew what she wanted as well, her eyes always looking over Rhiannon who seemed very inviting and sent her gaze back affectionately.

"Good, it is settled then. But, if any of you would like to chat with me about this other task asked of you, you are free to come to me at anytime. Oh yes, and should any of you become pregnant, you come to me first as well," Sabine said, the last part with much seriousness behind it. "Now, with that out of the way, I would like to speak with Jocelyn in private for a moment, the two of you wait outside for her." Standing up she turned around and walked abit away as she waited for the other two women to leave. It was after they had both left that Sabine finally spoke with Jocelyn. A few minutes passed as the two waiting outside, but finally the door opened with Jocelyn absolutely beaming a smile towards the two, a mocking smile that said 'I'm better than both of you'. "Maria you are suppose to join me to head back to our room; Rhiannon, Sabine wishes to speak with you alone," she said.

Jocelyn had already begun to walk off when she muttered, "She probably realized you don't cut it, ugly wench."

"I really dislike that woman," Maria said, much more softly than Jocelyn, beginning to walk off to keep up with her as she had turned around to speak with Rhiannon. "I'm sure all is fine, I will see you back at the room," she said, smiling, and giving a little wave before bounding off around the corner to catch up with Jocelyn.

Now, left alone, she had to wonder what Sabine wanted with her.

She saw the look and returned it, her eyes lowering a moment as she twirled her index fingers slowly. The slender digits caressing eachother as she lifted her head. Listening carefully to what sabine had to see. Maria well she was a interesting woman, that was for sure. Abit naive yes, and clearly a virgin by the way she acted. Though Rhiannon knew very well that if she could get, to maria she could teach her well the ropes. Expecially when it came to men, she had that down well at least she thought. The young girl almost put her in the mind of a younger sibling. Someone she could teach, since she was after all the youngest of her family. Nodding her head to sabine she knew very well there was reasons behind why, if any of them were to become pregnant that she was to be informed first. It would after all cause one big scandal for lord richard.

Standing up she led maria out of the room. It wasn't even two minutes that went by when jocelyn came out with that smug look on her face. She wanted to just grab the wench and shake her to death or strangle her till she couldn't breath. But took a deep breath instead. Hearing what the woman said about sabine wanting to speak with her. Lifting her head she rolled her shoulders back and started towards the door till she heard what she had to say. Muttering loud enough where only jocelyn would hear No she is probably gonna say your to old to cut it.. With that note she spun upon her heels once more facing the door. Hearing maria's words she nodded in agreement.

Waving back, she walked inside opening the door glancing to sabine with a smile Yes I was called? Biting her lip tenderly as she looked towards sabine shutting the door behind her.

Jocelyn did not even need to say anything more, for she knew she had won this round no matter what Rhiannon thought. She had been chosen by Lord Richard and she would be the first to see him. And, if she had it her way, the only one to see him for there was no reason he would want any others than her. Smug as could be she was quiet towards Maria until halfway down the hall towards their room, filling her mind with conflicting information. Things like how she should be friends with her, dismiss Rhiannon, how she could get her things, treat her to the delights she would get with her new role, and all other big promises that Maria did not believe for a moment. She could not stand Jocelyn and nothing the woman said was going to change Maria's mind. As she entered their quarters Jocelyn walked off, her head held as high as ever.

Inside her chambers Sabine pinched her nose, having a bit of a headache due to her job. She had always seen Richard as being hers, and only hers among the servant girls. She had once been in the same position as all of them and disliked stepping down, it was as if she was the old one, too old to cut it as Rhiannon felt towards Jocelyn. And yet, Sabine was only a few years older than them all, not more than 21 years old. She was too old? It really took a big hit on her pride. As Rhiannon entered her room Sabine did not turn at first, not until the door had closed did she slowly turn to look at the woman she had given so much attention. "Yes, Rhiannon, please come," she said, leading the way further into her room, demanding that Rhiannon follow her commands. Slowly she took a seat onto her bed, facing away from the woman, her body turned so that her back was facing the woman.

"I am in dire need of a neck massage, I am far too stressed," she said softly, brushing her hair to the side, out of the way so that the back of her neck was fully exposed to the woman. "Please, and do sing me something in that lovely language of yours."

She knew women like her all to well. The ones who were smug, believed they were better then many. After all she herself was only 17 quite ripe of coming, of age in what would be considered here. Only a year over that perfect age, she knew that many would dismiss one like her. but little did many know she had been doing her line of 'work' since 14 when girls came of age in ashton. Shaking her head slightly she waited till she heard the woman call her in. A smile passing her lips as she smirked lightly to herself. Oh that woman could keep thinking that she was all the lord would need. But...every man had there needs...and every man that she ever came across was not so willing to want just one woman. It didn't matter how good they were in the bedroom department.

Oh she had it all planned out that was for sure. She was going to use her charms as her weapon. Her and Maria was going to get along well, if she could just teach the young girl how to use her exotic looks to her advantage. She had already started to see her as a younger sibling. When she stepped in and the door closed she looked towards sabine. Along in her room, yes this was a good start after all she was the closest to the lord and a very attractive woman at that. Putting on a straight face she nodded following the lady as she walked with that soft subtle feminine sway to her. Yes m'lady Stepping up behind her she nodded as she spoke. Of course Bringing her hands out to rest lightly on the back of her neck. Rubbing in slow soft circles from the base up as she spoke " Ci of course" Taking a deep breath she slowly started a song called Court yard lullaby.

A song her mother used to sing to her when she was little to relax her. " Erano il profondo da notte lanciare in aria Il stella sdraiarsi in it's abbracciare Il cortile quieto in it's dormire E pace viene superiore tuo faccia 'Come verso me' lo cantare 'Hear il pulsazione del terra Il oceano ritmo attrazione Verso tenere tuo cuore in it's a mano" {translation::Werein the deep night sky
The stars lie in it's embrace
The courtyard still in it's sleep
And peace comes over your face

'Come to me' it sings
'Hear the pulse of the land
The oceans rhythms pull
To hold your heart in it's hand'}

As the woman came to sit behind her Sabine softened, her shoulders fell slightly, her nerves calmed a bit as the mere presence relaxed her. The touch upon her shoulders brought even further relief, fortunately her hands were warm as well, and as they moved on her neck she sighed. The feeling was all too forgotten for it had been so long she had been given attention like this. It was all too rare for the female servants to have any time together to converse these days as things were moving quickly, things changing. Sabine barely knew any of them anymore as so many had been left go and she needed to rebuild friendships, some much more personal than others. The relationship with Rhiannon was one she wanted to expand greatly upon.

The song calmed her even more, though she did feel her heart beginning to beat just a bit faster as the emotions poured over her. She was certainly attracted to her, and with no hope of love with men, or a man, it was only a woman she could get closest to. There were no chances with Richard for the long term, nor was there with any other nobleman who visited. She was too old, yet she was still young, and she was far too used, no noble, no matter how low his ranking would ever want her....so she assumed. She had once been a woman like Maria, naive, young, chaste. Her time here had changed her so much so, and as she aged the more she thought of herself as a slave being used by the powers that be. But, she had allowed it, she surely could have stood up and stopped it. No, who was she trying to kid, she was a slave. She had her own room now, more power, but yet she was stuck within these walls and could rarely go outside them, never by her own free will. Only by the allowance of the powers that be.

As the woman ended the song in her language Sabine smiled. "You are a lovely young lady Rhiannon, worth so much more than just a servant girl of this place. I speak to you privately of course, this never leaves this room. It has been so long since I have had the comfort of friends, all of them are long gone, fired for becoming far to lax in their jobs. It is only really I who remains now. I hope I can call you friend," she said, softly, with emotion, as Rhiannon continued to massage her shoulders. "I wish I looked as young and beautiful as you Rhiannon, granted I am just a few years older, but all this work...I swear it has made me age so many more years than I am. I once was as young looking as you," she said, her head lowering a bit before she looked to the side. Cooing a bit as Rhiannon hit a good spot she calmed again, remaining silent for a bit longer though it seemed she wanted to say so many things, mostly complaints about her life.