❝ far away, long ago, glowing dim as an ember ❞
Working at the palace was never dull, at least not for a young stable-hand named Faith. She had a wonderful family and friends in her horses. Nothing is ever as simple as it appears, though, and she so...
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Brenna lived in the lap of luxury. The moment that she wanted something she simply had to say the word and there it was, right at her fingertips. It was the ideal life, certainly. Or it would be, at least, had she not felt so odd in her position, almost as though she had not belonged.
The adopted daughter of a duke and duchess unable to conceive children of their own, Brenna had always felt a bit odd in her home. Did she come from riches? Potentially. She did not know, for all memories before her adoption had faded to oblivion. She had been an adolescent when she was taken in by the family, an odd age to be adopted at, though she was grateful all the same. She was treated incredibly well and she loved her family, whether or not they were related by blood.
Her room was large and purple. The walls were draped with beautiful tapestries depicting glorious battles and magnificent feasts, one picturing herself draped in her finest silks, an aloof expression on her face and a rose in her hand. In all, it was a beautiful portrait but a entirely inaccurate portrayal of her far more fun loving self. Though, she had to admit that she look spectacular in the picture.
With nothing better to do, the young woman fingered the sleeves of her gown, a brilliant piece of work with blues and purples swirling together into an indescribable fabric, and allowed her mind to wander as it often did. To wander to what if's and maybes, to a possible explanation for how she had found herself where she was and who she could have been.
She was only broken from her thoughts by a crash at the door and a startled, shaking voice apologizing for it.
"Oh gods, I'm sorry m'lady. I didn't mean to disturb you, you see, I was just going to bring you your afternoon snack but my hands were so full and I crashed into the doorway. I'll clean it right up, you will never even know I was here. I truly am sorry, m--"
He was cut off by the sound of Brenna's laughter, her eyes alight with amusement. His already flushed cheeks stained a darker red, the boy's ice-blue gaze dropping back down to the tile floor.
"No need to apologize!" Cried the daughter of the duchess, grinning through and through. "I've been so dreadfully bored all day, it's wonderful to see your face!"
Gods be damned, how his face darkened still, further amusing the woman before him. She beaconed him further into the room, though her smile dropped ever so slightly when he hesitated, standing right where he had been, the remnants of her would-have-been lunch strewn about him.
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
"I'm sorry, m'lady, but it would be entirely improper of me to come in." Brenna raised an eyebrow, an impish smile inching its way across her face.
"You were going to come in to give me my meal, were you not?" The servant's blush reached his hairline, and Brenna could not help but smile ever the wider. He was rather cute, in a bumbling sort of way, just the sort of entertainment that she had been hoping for.
