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ing?" a deep voice asked fro

ut grey of the little eyes in the dark; as it threw him a glare. The dark figure knew his little lad

man in the dark asked, but yet again met with silence. Though this time spared the anguish of her glare, he could feel

nd her never quite seemed playful even as she played. One would always worry not to offend her.

en her side of the coach door, but

sehold, showed more loyalty

ds. Hair, white enough to make snow hide in shame, demanded attention, as it flowed down a small back

ur age must attend some sort of education by royal decr

nly me and what I allow happen to me,"

rk that way, my darlin

und the courtyard. The path was stoned to the doorway. A fountain stood at th

f it," her father said. Lucy finally turned after takin

at last. He kissed her forehead before returning to the coach to return home. Only then

e walked towards the door of the building laid out like a small castle. A tall woman waited for he

Mrs Muburg. I'm your chief maid. If you would follow me,

ucted, making the older woman pause for a bit allowing Lucy to wa

my superior," the woman made a small bow and dashed away. Lucy did not wait, instead took the time to l

n found her an

ve a Lady Wickshire in our accounts; if you would please

yes frozen in a deep gaze as it took in the room. Mrs Muburg's perso

n anger, before turning towards the headmistress' office. She knocked twice before allowed in by the

e have a bit of an issu

e headmist

n today, instead a Lady Wickshir

no such perso

ly, my

" the man sitting befor

Wensworth?" the hea

ally in formality, Lady Wickshire. That

itle from her father?" t

of her importance"

rs Muburg to be seen hurrying through the halls looking for Lucy but to no avail. She started to wonder if the lady had returned home after the long delay. Her thoughts immediately went to the headmistress, who she kn

oice asked without s

fault," Mrs Muburg apologized. Lucy rema

was led into luxurious chambers, where before her, waited

Whatever you need I'm confident we can make it h

cy commented; her

ening tonight

ll," Shilla, the much

r?" Taylor asked. Lucy did not answer a

cing," She said, before looking out the

ady for the ball. The maids were awkwardly quiet as they had no idea what to do. They were all experienced in their work. The least of years any of them had worked, was five years. Yet, this was the first time they had ever met a young lady that made them this uncomfortable.

s suit was expensively sharp, while he leaned on the wall lazi

owed behind her, before finding a corner aside as their lady hug the attention. Some se

e had never set eyes on her before, he knew exactly who she was. Overlooking the glaring whit

at all the ladies in the ballroom. She was the most mysterious of them

tue as the eyes of th

y man introduced. Lucy maintained

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