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It was a morning as silent and frost bound as a winter grave. Not one single creature walked among the icy fields of the country side, neither did the birds give voice to their customary morning praise. Even the most disciplined of men still lay in their beds, hesitant to expose their toes to the bitter cold.
Ariel was not a beast of the field, neither was she a bird, or a man snuggled safely in his warm bed. She was a young woman, sitting before her open window, awake and aware. She leaned out over the courtyard below her, letting the rising sun catch her in it's soft glow. A crisp breath of air touched her fine boned cheeks causing them to blush as though she had been kissed by a lover and a confident smile rose upon her fine blood red lips.It was no exaggeration to say that she loved this time of day, when life was under winter's spell and all that she saw was her's and her's alone, even if just for a moment.
A movement from a shadowed corner of the room erased the smile from her lips. A cold habitual sneer took it's place as a cautious form came into view.
“What do you want?“ she asked in a sharp voice, startling the house servant who had just wondered into her room.
“My lady!” Exclaimed the young women “…I was just wondering where this cold draft was coming from, I had not realized you were yet awake.”
Ariel scrutinized the young servant woman, recognizing her as one of the new ones her step-father had hired. She was a petite creature, with doe like eyes and thick rose bud lips. "Just his type," she thought with disgust, scowling at her as though she were a distasteful flavor or a mangy dog.
“Whether or not I was asleep is not the question. Since when were you given permission to enter my room?”
“My dear lady, I apologize but I thought only to slip in here and close the window without disturbing your sleep…I had not meant to intrude…I…I only-.” The young woman faltered, frightened by the throwing knife Ariel had pulled from her waist pouch.
“I did not ask for you drivel. I asked you whether or not you had permission to enter my room?”
“No my lady! I’m sorry I-!” The knife left Ariel's hand and vibrated in the stone, just inches from the servant's left foot.
“Drat! I missed!” Ariel hissed, her eyes alight in amusement at the horror on her subordinate's face. “Bring that knife back to me!”
“Excuse me?!”
Ariel’s sneer deepened, “Either you bring me back my knife or get out of my room!”
“Y-Yes my Lady!” Stuttered the the terrified young woman as she turned and fled the bedroom, completely frazzled by her new mistress's violent behavior.
"You know that's not the purpose I intended for that knife when I gave it to you." Said a casual male voice.
It was Ariel's turn to be startled, the sadistic sneer on her face vanishing as she whirled around to face her window, now half filled with the head and shoulders of a roughly dressed young man...
It's a little better...maybe not as exciting, But better...right?
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