Adalgisaeil's servitude: Sir Dalmere

There on the house platform of Sir Dalmere sat a beautiful woman in front of the harp in her light white robes,blue eyes shining like stars, her wavy blond hair falling gently around her shoulders, singing and playing the harp as beautifully as an angel. A song of old in the language of the Forgotten Ones.

"Is she not as beautiful as the angels." said Sir Dalmere to his business associates, Dalmere's fat face wrinkling slightly as he spoke, a smile on his face as he unbuttoned the top button of his fine violet silk vest to make more room in his round stomach to feast on exotic fruits, soft meats smothered in rich gravy, and the best rolls from the north of Benjre "After I found out about the family Forlor's unfortunate fate *ahem*, I set out to the market, and found her there. A fine specimen I should say. She was part of there property that had ben seized by the government, along with his poor sons mother, a sad fate I should say." as he suddenly gained an ill smirk. "Well, listen to that glorious voice. she's trained as a bard, a Lady of Edjuala none the less. She cost me a pretty penny to say the lest." His associates seemed impressed at the older mans words as he took a bite of his sweet feast, his cold eyes glistening with greed. And still the woman played her song of times forgot ignoring the men as they talked about everything from business and politics, to their most loved harlots.

 

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As Adalgisaeil rested her eyes in her new masters chambers, a man by the mane of Dalmere, the wind howled outside and the man shifted in his sleep. Though he seemed like a crude man, she would do as she had with her twelve other masters. She would sleep when he bid her sleep, eat when he presented her food, lull his pains when he ask her to sing and give him conversation on all things great and small, if that is what he wish. After all, what else is a woman for than to soothe the pains of her master.

She let the memories of old flow over her, of her short childhood in the temple of Edjuala, and her training there. they raised the greatest servants in all the land, the Holy Ladies of Edjuala. When the Ladies lost there glamor it is tradition for them to leave there servitude for the work of Priestesses in the temple, and so this will one day be her fait as well. it will be pleasant to return to the temple, and away from the servitude of such vile men she thought to herself. but that day was far in the future, so now she would half to sing, and dance, and speak of eloquent things, all for the sake of her master. Some of her masters were quite quaint, she had to admit to herself, but they always fell on ill times and had to sell her, as much as a pity that was. This began to eat at her... perhaps it was her fault... she began to think, and than this horrid man bought her at the auction.

Suddenly there was a tap on the door and a plain looking woman walked in. In a whisper she spoke "go retire in your chambers miss." at this Adalgisaeil gave a slightly shocked look, but before she could protest the maid continued. "You know not of the habits of our master. He would not like one of his prize slaves to be sitting over him all night. You will need your rest for the day. I can assure you he will be taking you with him on his errands to show you off to the world, so it would be best to be well rested."

"That's odd," Adalgisaeil said "I have never had a master do such."

The maid replied "our Master is a boisterous man who loves the attention, I do not question his reasons. Let me show you your chambers."

As they walked through the halls of the mansion she noticed her eyes getting heavy with sleep. soon they reached her bead chambers, beautifully draped with silks and satins, a bed the size of a four man carriage, and an exquisite vanity adorned with expensive jewelry from around the world, but this did not faze her, for she was quite tired and used to such extravagances, for what was her purpose than to be as beautiful in as many ways as possible, an angel trapped in moralities grip to all who perceived her. So as she collapsed on her bed, her eyes closed shut without incident, or even a second thought.

She tossed and she turned in her sleep as her mind spun the webs of dream in the prisms of her mind. It was all so familar, that if she had all her waking faculties, she could almost have told the story in full at the very beginning of the dream.

She finds herself in a beautiful mansion busy with maid-servants going about there daily work. A young girl sits in the foryare watching a boy dressed in fine blue velvet clothing played with a bright red ball, who seems to be completely oblivious to her. A finely dressed gentleman walks into the house with his hands in his pockets and says to the boy, " Have you ben keeping you sister from her lessons," with the raise of his left eyebrow as he slightly bends over, "I know she is here to keep you company, but one day she will be sold to a fine sir, and needs to be prepared for that day, and the obligations it will bring her."

At this the boy drops his ball in a fit of rage, and begins to yell. "She is my sister, and she will never leave my side. I will not hear of such things. I will be her master when I am old enough, and she will never leave my side! I will have it no other way!!!"

His father shakes his head as he walks over to the girl. patting her on the head he says "You will not be able to give her what she will need, nor will she you. Come now dear, your lessons await you." as they walked out of the room the girls eyes stay on her brother with the same blank face she's had through out the incident until the door closed behind them.

suddenly the dream changes and Adalgisaeil finds herself floating over the mansion at night as it burns in flames. The sounds of screaming permeate the air, as she sees a woman run out of the house with the young boy.

Again the scene changes and there is a man standing over the boy laughing maniacally, somehow the man now seems familiar thou Adalgisaeil can not seem to place how. Darkness takes over her faculties. from this a blur of colors takes her faculties yet again, becoming a picture... of a man. such a dutiful man that words cannot describe, it is as if Adalgisaeil can since his entire being and become part of it. so beautiful even in it's darkest recesses, so unbelievably liberating. but why? Adalgisaeils emotions changed from liberated glory and joy to complete confusion and even shame at this thought causing her to awaken to the sun shining in on her bed.

It took her a moment to know her surroundings, and realizes the wrongs she had committed in her sleep. A slave was to be loyal above all else, and these emotions betrayed her integrity as a woman, and a Lady of Edjuala, but still, he was a beautiful man and merely a dream.