Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2023 1:32:05 GMT -5
[ For Ghayth Orvar ]
Generally there were two (and only two) reasons that Severine left the comfort of her manor. One was for work - teaching instrument or singing lessons to the nobility and their brats. The second was at the behest of her brother, who often dragged her out to join him in scouring the loudest, dirtiest, most rambunctious parts of Lorendale. That might make her sound boring, but because of how often those two reasons carried her away from home, she actually spent very little time in peace and quiet.
Rainecourt Palace was not, in any way, her usual place of work but work had brought her there nonetheless.
She had been instructing the child of a noble of little to no importance for two seasons now. The child was so bad with his instrument that she hadn't even needed to change the sound to his parents ears. Somehow, some way, he'd even gotten worse in the last half of Autumna. So his father had sent a letter demanding that she come to the palace to meet him, to talk about his sons progress, or lack thereof. It was very last minute and Severine hated things that were last minute, but she obliged because she was curious why he was asking her to come to the palace, instead of to his home.
It became clear quickly, when he walked around his desk and sat in the chair beside her, instead of across from her. Even more so when the tips of his fingers brushed her hand.
No one would believe her of course. No one but her brother. But for now, she had to smile through it. She promised to work harder with his son, and then she excused herself.
Twisting and turning through the halls of the palace, she finally found her way out, though she ended up in the gardens instead of at the exit. No matter. She walked deeper until she no longer felt eyes on her, turned away from the face of the building, and screamed. Screamed loudly, at the very tip top of her lungs. But no one would hear it. Only her.
How dare he think he could touch her. How dare he think he could call her to the palace and violate her just because he was of higher status. He would pay for it. Dearly. She and her brother would make sure of it.
When she was done, she composed herself and glanced around, but found herself lost. "Bloody gardens," she mumbled to herself, until she spotted someone nearby and approached him, putting on the same polite smile she'd worn when entering the palace. "Excuse me, my lord? Could you point me toward the exit of the gardens? I seem to have lost my way."
