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Lady Myst
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Serah blinked, slightly taken aback by the lord's rudeness, but trained too well to show it. Instead she gave him a smile that would have withered most men. She was every inch the grace and dignity that her title invoked.
"I was taught that it was rude to insult someone in their own home," she said quietly, not wanting to draw attention to them all. "No matter your personal feelings for me, it is befitting of a man who calls himself a lord to at least act like one. "I hope this business shall be concluded quickly. Then you may leave my home and not return until you can learn to act in a manner that befits your station. Rest assured I will be informing your leige lord to not send you to my home ever again, since you find my company as distasteful as I find yours. Excuse me," she said, curtseying a little and effectively ending the conversation and her required hospitality towards him in one fluid motion.
She glanced at John as she turned away, silently questioning why he would be speaking to such a person. If he was supposed to be a friend to her, why did he just stand there while this... person insulted her in such a way?
Moving quickly, she passed by all of the men enjoying themselves and went back to her table. "Johana, please continue to serve everyone. I need a moment alone to collect my thoughts before the meeting begins."
"Aye milady," she said with a small bow.
"And do not forget to have some food and drink yourself," Serah told the girl with a kind smile. "You have been working hard and doing well. You deserve some refreshment yourself."
"Aye milady. Thank you milady," the servant said and nodded.
That seen to, Lady Serah left the room, going upstairs to the meeting room. The room was large and cold and empty. She breathed deeply, closing her eyes. Sometimes it was difficult, being the Lady of Nachts Reach. To be polite and civil and calm at all times, even when you wanted to see to things in a more direct manner. She envied her brother that luxery.
Sitting down, Serah rubbed her face. She was tired. So very tired.
Tired of looking over her shoulder for someone to avenge her husband. Tired of the looks and suspiscion she recieved from those who were supposed to be her household. Tired of feeling unwanted and disliked.
And very, very tired of having no one to trust. Even so-called friends like John was supposed to be, but who did nothing to help her when she needed it, didn't even bother to defend her honor from one who would be so... un-gentlemanly.
"I was taught that it was rude to insult someone in their own home," she said quietly, not wanting to draw attention to them all. "No matter your personal feelings for me, it is befitting of a man who calls himself a lord to at least act like one. "I hope this business shall be concluded quickly. Then you may leave my home and not return until you can learn to act in a manner that befits your station. Rest assured I will be informing your leige lord to not send you to my home ever again, since you find my company as distasteful as I find yours. Excuse me," she said, curtseying a little and effectively ending the conversation and her required hospitality towards him in one fluid motion.
She glanced at John as she turned away, silently questioning why he would be speaking to such a person. If he was supposed to be a friend to her, why did he just stand there while this... person insulted her in such a way?
Moving quickly, she passed by all of the men enjoying themselves and went back to her table. "Johana, please continue to serve everyone. I need a moment alone to collect my thoughts before the meeting begins."
"Aye milady," she said with a small bow.
"And do not forget to have some food and drink yourself," Serah told the girl with a kind smile. "You have been working hard and doing well. You deserve some refreshment yourself."
"Aye milady. Thank you milady," the servant said and nodded.
That seen to, Lady Serah left the room, going upstairs to the meeting room. The room was large and cold and empty. She breathed deeply, closing her eyes. Sometimes it was difficult, being the Lady of Nachts Reach. To be polite and civil and calm at all times, even when you wanted to see to things in a more direct manner. She envied her brother that luxery.
Sitting down, Serah rubbed her face. She was tired. So very tired.
Tired of looking over her shoulder for someone to avenge her husband. Tired of the looks and suspiscion she recieved from those who were supposed to be her household. Tired of feeling unwanted and disliked.
And very, very tired of having no one to trust. Even so-called friends like John was supposed to be, but who did nothing to help her when she needed it, didn't even bother to defend her honor from one who would be so... un-gentlemanly.
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