My lovelies, I haven’t posted anything in a while and this piece is geting so long I’ll just split it in two parts. The work with the alien boyfriend is also almost ready and another orc boyfriend is on the way , so have patience 🙂 ❤️
Warning: abuse (only at the beginning)
(I may have a thing for orcs and their cottages in the mountains and scenting…)
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“And now get out!” shouted lady
Fiona from her chair.
Evelyn bowed and turned towards the
door. She shut it behind her and first then she touched her burning
cheek where lady Fiona has struck her. Luckily, it was only a slap
this time. Probably because she didn’t have her whip at her side at
this moment, Evelyn thought.
She went downstairs to the kitchen,
where Sybil, the old cook, eyed her reddened face and her lips formed
a thin line. Her eyes seemed to say ‘I told you so’, but Evelyn
only looked down and put on an apron, to help with the preparation
for dinner. His lord Edward Archer expected guest this evening, and
everyone was in a frenzy, cleaning, cooking, polishing silver and
airing out the guest bed chambers. Evelyn didn’t know who was
coming, only that the guests were important to the lord’s business.
While chopping herbs for the stuffing,
she thought about this morning, about what she did that had earned
her a slap. The two children at the kitchen door, begging for some
food. She couldn’t tell their age, but even though they looked no
more than 6, she knew they might’ve been older, but years of lack
of food and hard work slowed their growth. She saw it often in the
village.
Evelyn gave them some rests from the
kitchen, food that would’ve otherwise land in the swine bucket the
next day. She thought nobody saw her, but she was wrong. Word got to
her ladyship and she was called to her chamber to explain why she
wasted food her lord has paid for, or worse, gave it away for free.
No explanation would be good enough. Lady Fiona always waited for a
good reason to raise her hand to the servants. Hand, or whip, or
whatever she found on the table that would leave a good mark,
depending on her mood. Today she didn’t have time to thoroughly
punish Evelyn. She had to prepare herself for the evening, and Evelyn
was spared another bruise or maybe even a scar.
Monsters and Villains 