Nightingale | Hyung line FF✔

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Her eyes lifted to the sweet smell of honey and jasmine. She knew the scent, her eyes taking focus on where she was.

"Brigsby?" She muttered sleepily as she rubbed her eyes.

"Good morning lovely Nightingale. Did you sleep well?" He asked as he handed her the Jasmine and honey tea he often made for her.

"Yes... what happened Brigsby? Where are we?" She asked as her eyes took in the ivory curtains that were letting the light of the morning sun into the room. The bed she was in was a canopy bed, a pretty rose gold sheer curtain was tied against each post of the bed.

"Our home is here, Nightingale. Our previous residence was destroyed, but this is where we were meant to be. You're becoming of that certain age my little bird. Your wings are growing very nicely." He spoke in his usual code.

"I still don't have wings Brigsby." She chuckled lightly as she sipped her tea.

"Metaphorical, little bird. Now, you need to rest some more. I'll have lunch brought to you, your books are here, should you want them. Tonight is special, so I'll have a new dress sent up for dinner tonight." He said as he stood, leaning over her he kissed her forehead softly before hurrying out of the room.

"Strange..." She muttered to herself as she looked around the room more. It was a large room, similar to her room back home... the home she'd never see again it seemed. The bedding was a delicate rose gold and white. The sheets that covered her were a silky texture, it felt smooth on her skin. Without hesitance she drew the blankets off of her and swung her legs over the side of the bed. White slippers with gold detail awaited her feet at the side of the bed. She slipped her feet into them and wiggled her toes, giggling a little bit at how the softness tickled her toes.

She stood, taking a better look around the room. The cushioned topped bench that sat at the foot of her bed, the large gold trimmed door that stood across from her, the fireplace that stood across from the end of her bed and stood out from the wall a bit as it was encased in stone. She opened the large wooden doors to the right of the fireplace out of curiosity, they led to a small hall that was filled with shoes of varying sizes and colors. To the right was an open entryway that led into the bathroom.

The young woman noted the large square tub in the center, the shower with clear glass against the wall on the right, the double sink had plenty of space and even had a vanity attached at the end closest to the doorway. It was very modern looking, she'd grown up in a large home with a lot more classical Victorian styles for decoration throughout the home. So far between the bedroom she's been given and the bathroom, everything seems new and much more modern.

Lunch was brought to her while she was reading a book she'd found. Brigsby came back just as the late noon sun was starting its descent. She ate, then bathed, and Brigsby helped her choose one of four dresses he brought with him. Accompanying those dresses were shoes, hair pieces, and some jewelry. Each piece was more lavish than she'd seen before. The gems, the golden circlet, all of it screamed expensive at her.

While it wasn't her first time to see such lavish things, she was only used to being given them at her birthday.

"It's not my birthday yet, Brigsby." She said to him, curiously. Wondering why these things were now laid out over the bed.

"I am well aware of that precious Nightingale, However they are gifts. Special gifts that were left to you, and you are almost at an age to wear them. So please, choose what you wish. They all belong to you either way." He said as he motioned toward the bed. She stood there in awe for a moment before looking through the dresses. They were not quite what she was used to wearing, some of them were slender, some of them were made of a thin material that she wasn't familiar with.