Chapter 30: The slaves having a name
Cold Dusk
Theodore Mansion, Critic Arley.
Lydia woke up early today, her raven black hair tangled in her sleep she restrained a groan, she turned to her side and found her husband sleeping on his back, his face peaceful and serene, then there came an uncontrollable urge to trace the contours of his face that she had to curb in other not to wake him up, her ocean blue eyes landed on his lips drawing a girly giggle from her as she was reminded of their kiss last night, she went red as she remembered how almost desperate she had gotten, as she kept of starring at him the realisation that he still looked as though he never turn in his sleep and his hair was still near perfect made her eyes widen.
He can’t see me like this, she thought prompting her to gingerly get out of bed, her linen sleeping gown dropping to her ankle, she went into the bathroom, washed her face and rinsed her mouth before picking up her husband’s wool coat to cover herself, she walked back to the edge of the bed, gazed at Theodore before leaving the room.
Her step was precisely strong yet calm as she walked the hallway reaching for the staircase she sighed before beginning her journey down the path, having a clear mind to think, she remembered the handmaids Theodore had brought home, they were slaves he’d said and she’d felt horrible but that was the truth their reaction or knowledge to things would differ from the norm, or perhaps this one’s would be different, she would have to find out. With the intention to reach the employed quarter and have a little meeting with them, she tightened her coat around her only to find the three young girls standing in the mansion hall as she reached the end of the stairs. Lydia’s eyes narrowed wondering if they had slept at all or they had simply waken up early just as she had, her thoughts spiralled to the possibility that they had been standing there throughout the night and she blurted
"Did any of you sleep the night before?"
They stared, three of the young maids, two with chestnut locks and brown orbs, the other with dark gold and black orbs, she waited patiently for their reply, her hands held together in front of her belly.
"Yes, Lady Theodore" two of them answered in unison their heads taking a deep bow that the last one followed late, Lydia’s eyes narrowed at that, the slave with gold hair was not acting, she stood with her gaze hard and to the floor.
"So you woke up early then?" Her question didn’t take seconds before it was answered this time.
"We did, Lady Theodore"
With the way they already knew how to address her, and where to wait for her before she came downstairs, she presumed Conan must have had a talk with them to guide them through the simple but odd ways of the mansion