Incantation

Chapter 4

1650,England

For the next few nights her sleep was dreamless, her mind a dark and hollow place. She felt as thought her mind was a theater that once preformed adored plays , But now was abandoned collecting dust as everyone slowly forgot about the beautiful performances that once graced the stage. Since the whole ordeal with Sullivan she had felt more or less the same, empty, robotic, and most of all pissed. She'd been mindlessly doing the chores with Concierge as help for the last few days, making sure to do as her parents directed, as to not hear fuss from either of them.

Today it had been nearly a month since the whole unraveling and money was tighter than ever, many days she wouldn't eat because food was not available. She had adopted the garb of the towns people with so many expensive dresses she sold most of them for a few pounds and her hats for 50 pence each. As she was on her knees scrubbing the termite infested floor her mother walked into the room , her heels clacking obnoxiously on the hollow wood. She was followed by an old couple a man that looked to be of 55 and a woman that looked to be of  mid twenties . She assumed the woman with him was his daughter,  Rozaline thought this until her mother referred to them as Mr. And Mrs. , her mother grabbed her arm rather forcefully and pulled her up from her knees. Rozaline was rather stunned by this and was confused as to what was happening. The couple stood in front of her, the woman look slightly distressed when she saw the way Rozaline's mother handled her. Yanked up from the floor she felt a strand of hair from her low ponytail fall into her face .

"This is Rozaline, I think she will be of much use to you" her mother said throwing her towards the couple

Rozaline stammered trying to regain balance. The woman came forward and placed the fallen strand behind Rozaline's ear.

"Poor darling, she looks scared to death" the woman said in a very familiar voice

Rozaline jerked back, her eyes got big. It was the voice from the dream. But some how the woman did not seem scary, nor frightening in the least. She seemed gentle and full of pity. The woman  came towards her slowly.

"It is okay child, I will not hurt you" she said in a gentle tone. Rozaline trusted this ,the woman seemed of no ill will.

"What are you doing here?" Rozaline asked

"They are here to claim you for work at their establishment, and take a disgrace like you off of my hands" her mother answered very satisfied with her decision

"Now Mr. And Mrs. Axton , I say 10 pounds is a fair trade" her mother said looking at them

The man answered "very well then" he took a velvet sack from is stained apron pocket and forked over the 10 pounds.
Her mother snatched the 10 pounds very quickly , and pushed Rozaline towards the couple. The woman told Rozaline to pack her belongings and take as long as needed.

Rozaline went to her room she packed two of her dresses she couldn't bare to part with and her night gown, as well as her hair brush. She closed her suit case snapped the clasps closed and walked Into the kitchen where the door was. Concierge was there too holding his suitcase as well. Rozaline was stunned by this but also grateful that he would be joining her. Concierge looked at her as if she shouldn't be shocked and said gently "after you miss" gesturing to the door.

" Concierge why is this happening ?"she said as they walked towards drawn wagon

" Your mother is cold, she has ice water for blood and the only thing she truly loves is money" Concierge said in a very matter of fact way