Post by Cam Pyetr on Aug 6, 2023 21:17:25 GMT -5
(with Isolde )
The halls of the Beldam were as quiet as ever, but an undercurrent of energy buzzed among the staff. A Cambrian guest! This was a first for the institution, a frightening new horizon. Preparations were being made in a flurry, the news coming from a letter ahead of the director and their new charge. A room was being prepared on the second floor, where there were two-inch wide barred windows and a pallet instead of the bare floor and unbroken stone of the third and higher.
Cam was wrestling with his own concerns as he traveled back from Skia to the Beldam. He hadn't had time to bask in the memory of the third conversation with the king, to replay every word and judge his own behavior. Instead he'd had to focus on the information the Cambrian's keepers had given him, committing each tip to memory to make sure he was as equipped as he could be while also trying to decide what kind of program would work best for the woman. Never before had the king himself given Cam a charge; his reputation was entirely on the line.
He rode a short way ahead of the carriage transporting the Cambrian woman and was pleased to see a line of six guards waiting at the bottom of the front door steps. He left his horse and gave instructions for the six guards to bring the Cambrian to the interview room on the second floor. The route there would take her past one Instruction session, where four women--all wearing gags--stood with their backs against a wall, each holding a pan of water. It as unclear how long they'd been standing there, but an instructor sat on a stool in front of them, watching like, a switch dangling from one hand. Also on the route was a supply closet whose door was left open. The walls were decorated with leather straps, metal chains, manacles, and other tools of their corrective trade.
The interview room was smooth stone, with a barred window that showed a glimpse of the cliff and ocean behind the Beldam, and no furniture other than a chair on one side of the room, which Cam sat in. He took a moment to catch his breath after the ride, steeling himself for the Cambrian's arrival. He would oversee her program himself, of course, but to do so he'd need to have a conversation with her...this time without the king.
The halls of the Beldam were as quiet as ever, but an undercurrent of energy buzzed among the staff. A Cambrian guest! This was a first for the institution, a frightening new horizon. Preparations were being made in a flurry, the news coming from a letter ahead of the director and their new charge. A room was being prepared on the second floor, where there were two-inch wide barred windows and a pallet instead of the bare floor and unbroken stone of the third and higher.
Cam was wrestling with his own concerns as he traveled back from Skia to the Beldam. He hadn't had time to bask in the memory of the third conversation with the king, to replay every word and judge his own behavior. Instead he'd had to focus on the information the Cambrian's keepers had given him, committing each tip to memory to make sure he was as equipped as he could be while also trying to decide what kind of program would work best for the woman. Never before had the king himself given Cam a charge; his reputation was entirely on the line.
He rode a short way ahead of the carriage transporting the Cambrian woman and was pleased to see a line of six guards waiting at the bottom of the front door steps. He left his horse and gave instructions for the six guards to bring the Cambrian to the interview room on the second floor. The route there would take her past one Instruction session, where four women--all wearing gags--stood with their backs against a wall, each holding a pan of water. It as unclear how long they'd been standing there, but an instructor sat on a stool in front of them, watching like, a switch dangling from one hand. Also on the route was a supply closet whose door was left open. The walls were decorated with leather straps, metal chains, manacles, and other tools of their corrective trade.
The interview room was smooth stone, with a barred window that showed a glimpse of the cliff and ocean behind the Beldam, and no furniture other than a chair on one side of the room, which Cam sat in. He took a moment to catch his breath after the ride, steeling himself for the Cambrian's arrival. He would oversee her program himself, of course, but to do so he'd need to have a conversation with her...this time without the king.