Lady Druitt

Breakfast

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Waking up in the plush sheets of her bed was a sickening feeling. Her body felt tired and sore, and she couldn't stomach the sight of the man next to her. She climbed out of bed, landing with a small noise as the bed was too high for her.

She wrapped a discarded robe from the previous night around her body. She walked into the hall of her new estate. Willow was already standing outside of the door waiting for her. "To my bed chambers we go." Cora spoke, and Willow walked beside her, wrapping her arm around Cora's shoulder.

Willow opened Cora's door for her and walked in after her. She dressed Cora, and they headed to the dining room. Cora sat as Willow stood to the side of the room with other servants of the household. "Ms. Scott, why are you not in the Chamber house colors?" Aleister's main butler spoke. "She's in Shaw house colors Adam, she'll be staying in them as well until Lord Chamber says otherwise." Cora spoke up for her maid.

"Yes, my apologies, ma'am." Adam, apologies for his Impertinence. "I'm not the one you must apologize to, Adam." Cora spoke again, waiting for her food to be placed. He looked a Willow, "I apologize, Ms. Scott." Adam, apologized again to the right person this time.

A clang noise came from the other room, and everyone's head turned that way. Aleister walked in with his undone robe on. The maids look away, and the butlers did as well. Even Cora looked away. "Aleister, tie your robe." Cora's voice was almost commanding, like a mother's. "Hmm? Oh! Of course, my love, I apologize." He tied his robe after he spoke in slurry words.

He sauntered over to his seat on the other side of the table. Almost simultaneously, the cooking staff came out laying the food out. They uncovered Cora's, and her eyes widened as she smacked the food off the table in a rude manner. "M-my lady? Is the food not to your liking?" The dark-haired maid's voice was shaky.

Aleister stared at her, only making her more uneasy. Cora stood, and Willow ran to her side. "Co-, my lady, are you alright?" Willow asked, caressing Cora's shoulder as a consulting manner. "You put scallops on my plate. If you had read the notes, I had my old staff give your, you would know I'm deadly allergic!" Cora yelled at the innocent maid. Protecting her anger onto another person.

She sighed heavily, then unclasped her fists. "What is your name?" She asked the maid. "Godiva, my lady, Godiva Storm." Godiva's words were quick, almost understandable. "Godiva, I apologize. Bring me a plate of cinnamon cakes in the tea room." Those were the only words she spoke before turning and exciting the room.