Myra and the Arcadian Lord

16. Warburton mansion - part 1

"You are in the Arcardian land, my lady" replied Alvin.

Myra nodded her head absently, lost in her own train of thoughts.

"Milady, a maid will come over later with a new set of clothes for you. Is there anything else you need?" asked the butler.

Myra just shook her head in a negative. Alvin, bowed his head at her before exiting the room.

Sighing, she got out of the bed and strolled to the table where her food was arranged. Myra ate quietly, she had never eaten something so tasty. It was a meal fit for a king, making her wonder, what she did to deserve this kind of a treatment.

"Is this a dream?" she asked herself, pinching her skin.

"Ouch!" Myra felt a dull pain radiating from that region of her skin on her wrists.

Just then, someone knocked the door again and she shouted "come in".

A woman, who was a human in her late twenties stepped in. She was wearing a navy blue outfit of half sleeves and skirt with a white coloured apron tied at the front, around her waist. Her brown hair was neatly combed and tied into a bun.

'Maybe she is the maid, the butler was talking about earlier', thought Myra.

She was holding a bunch a neatly folded clothing in her hands.

The maid curtsied at Myra, and smiled. "I have bought you a new pair of clothings, Milady", she said. "If you are done with your dinner, shall I prepare you a bath?"

The woman was looking at Myra expectantly and Myra just nodded at her. The maid, placed the clothes she was carrying on the bed and made her way towards the adjoining room which she assumed must be a bath chamber.

Myra was confused at everything that was going on. As far as she remembered, she was a no-one. A homeless wanderer in search of an employment, but she couldn't understand why she is being treated this way and where she was at the moment. Everything seemed so unreal.

After waiting a minute or two, Myra went in the direction the maid had gone.

It was a bathroom, beautifully designed and decorated. There was a big, built-in pool made of white marble which was filled with water and fragrance herbs.

The maid, saw Myra by the door and smiled at her politely and she returned the smile.

"What's your name?" Myra asked stepping inside.

"Rachel, my lady" said the maid.

Myra smiled, "Rachel, please call me Myra".

It was rather too awkward for Amyra as she had never been in a situation like this before. All her life, she was used to doing household works, such as cooking, cleaning or anything her relatives asked her to do and she was used to doing her things herself and this kind of circumstance was all new to her.

"Your bath is ready, Lady Myra"

Rachel, made a move to help her undress but Myra stepped back. "Thank you Rachel, I'll do the rest myself"

The maid reluctantly nodded and curtsied once again before walking out of the bathroom, leaving her alone.

Myra stared at the closed door and then sighed. 'Is this all real?'

Even though everything seemed like an illusion to her currently, a small voice inside her head told her to enjoy the pleasures while it lasted.

Slowly undressing herself she climbed into the pool. The moment her skin touched the water, she sighed with satisfaction. The warmth soothed her aching muscles and made her feel relaxed. She closed her eyes, resting her head on the rim of the tub.