Nadia looked at herself in the golden mirror. Her curly hair was like a crows nest and her clothes no more than rags. How coud she ever pass as a lady? Her grubby skin was stained with her father's blood and she was coated from head to toe in pure dirt. The room she standing in was a beautifully decorated bedroom which had olbviously once belonged to lady; the covers of the king size bed were baby pink, the carpet a stunning red and delicate featres such as bow's and flowers stood out on the ceiling.
"My Lady." Said a girls voice about the same age as Nadia. My lady? There was no way she could be speaking to Nadia, was there? Nadia spun around to see a servant girl standing in the door way, her hands holding fine clothes. "Master Hristo has told me to give this to you and to deliver a message."
"What's that?" Nadia asked bluntly and pointed towards the delicate fabrics in the womens hands. The servant looked down at her hands, shocked at the blunt tone of Nadia's voice.
"These are your clothes Lady Kasienka." The servant said looking puzzled at Nadia.
"No I'm not Lady..." Nadia said before stopping herself. She was Lady Kasienka wasn't she? Hristo must have told as few people as possible, Nadia thought. That's why the maid must have been so puzzled because Nadia did not speak in a lady-like way. Nadia straightened up her back and tried to look as elegent as possible. I am Kasienka, I am Kasienka, I am, Nadia told herself over and over. "Please place them on the bed, thank you." Nadia said pointingher hand slightly in the direction of the huge bed.
"Yes my Lady." The maid said and gently placed the robes on the middle of the bed, and smoothed out the crinkles with her palms.
"Now, what is this message you speak of?" Nadia said doing her best to speak like a respectable lady.
"Hristo told me to deliver this message," The women said before clearing her throat. "You must be ready to leave in an hour, you are expected at Bellamy Manor in England before the week is out. Remember to look like a lady." As the servant girl spoke, Nadia did not hear her sweet voice but Hristo's cruel, cutting one.
"Thank you." Nadia said, not sure whether to ask the womens name as she was not sure if that was what Lady's did.
"Would you like me to help you dress?" The women asked standing neatly in the door way. Help Nadia dress? Nadia had managed to dress herself for 17 years so why on earth would she need help now?
"Yes please." Nadia said trying to sound like a lady. The woman picked up the clothes and walked back over to Nadia, or as she and the restof the world knew her Kasienka.
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She's The Beautiful Devil
Fiksi Sejarah"Love is what binds us, fulfills us, destroys us." The year is 1493 and Nadia is on the run. Sent from her home in Bulgaria to kill a wealthy lord in England, she is running from the most dangerous man on the planet. With her family sent to deat...