The Mistress's Ghost

Horrifying Trails of Cigarette Smoke

Days had passed since the maids and Benjamin joined the castle staff. Much of the work had been finished or had just begun. Such as the electricity being turned on, or the beginning stages of renovation to the kitchen. Juliet had been the most excited when the truck full of newer appliances showed. She hadn't stopped talking about it.

Along with Juliet and her excitement, came the excitement of the elder maid. Her name was Margot. She was put into the head-maid position, having the most experience. She was familiar with the history of the castle and of the village, living there most of her life.

She had the 'honor' to be in the presence of Mother Miranda and the other lords once. It hadn't gone well, the scar on her chest evidence enough.

Blair enjoyed her time with all the maids, but enjoyed her time with Juliet and Margot the most. Though Juliet was naïve and a bit odd, and Margot stern and often cold, their presence brought her a comfort she needed.

"The villagers are ruthless, Blair," Juliet rushed her words, cleaning the last remaining traces of dust in the room. "You must let one of us accompany you!"

Blair rolled her eyes, pulling her maroon turtleneck over her head. It fit like a glove, her curves caught casually. Along with the red turtleneck came with a pair of thick trousers - the same shade as the charcoal beneath the orange flames.

"Juliet," Blair sighed out, halting the girl from saying anything else. "I will be fine."

Juliet's cheeks flushed a light pink, her hands gripping the duster just a bit tighter. "They have been through a lot. A new villager will make them violent."

Blair shrugged on her coat, leaving it unzipped, "If anything happens, I will call you. And," Blair gazed over in Juliet's direction, watching her continue on with her cleaning, "I'm sure there's already talk of a 'new villager'."

Juliet shook her head, unimpressed. The woman was just trying to get herself killed! First, she buys the fiercest killers castle, and now she wishes to visit the village...alone!

"Walk me out?" Blair asked gently, standing after tightening the laces of her shoes.

The blonde maid shook her head defiantly, crossing her arms over her chest, "No."

Blair frowned when Juliet turned her back to her, looking lazily outside. She knew Juliet was teasing and being her stubborn self. So Blair shrugged and grabbed her black wallet, shoving it into her inside-coat pocket. "Suit yourself, Jules," Blair deadpanned, opening the bedroom door.

Juliet tapped her foot impatiently, desperately trying to remain firm in her place of reluctancy. But, when she heard the bedroom door shut, she spun on her heel only to find Blair giggling with a hand over her mouth.

"I thought you were really going to leave!" Juliet whined, waving her duster around with her dramatic hand waving.

"Would you have followed?" Blair asked, raising a brow teasingly.

Juliet rolled her eyes, crossing the room to the coffee table. The plastic duster clattered against the wood as it was placed without care, her hands falling on her white apron to wipe away any dirt. "Have you always been this needy?"

Blair's lips curved up, leading the way out of the room. "Extremely," She joked, giving a light shrugged.

Juliet rolled her eyes, unimpressed. If Blair didn't know any better, she would take Juliet's exasperated huff as a sign of aggravation, but she did know better. Juliet could never find Blair aggravating, nor could she ever truly get mad at the brunette. Even now, walking in silence, she found Blair endearing.