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As Melina spoke of her injury, Xanthippe felt her face draw into lines of disapproval. How was it that her lady always managed to injure herself when she was not around? She needed to have a talk with some of the other Leventi servants. This would simply not do. Were they even watching her? What were they getting paid for if they couldn’t keep the nobility from bleeding?
“You must be careful, my lady,” she lightly admonished, carefully patting the back of her hand. “Or your father will be ensuring you’re no longer able to touch those shears.”
Luckily—or perhaps unluckily—Bia had already taken care of her, and so Xan gently let Melina’s hand drop. Bia. She couldn’t stand the woman any more than her mistress could, though she imagined it was for different reasons. Always trying to be such a mother hen when she couldn’t keep a man long enough to be a mother herself. Stupid Bia. Ugly Bia.
Though she’d take Bia over this Sara. Her instant dislike of the girl was only deepening as she watched the other women interact, resentment settling deep within her stomach. Oh, she made healing balms? Oh, Melina was so impressed? Little bitch. Already trying to outdo her. She wouldn’t let this stand.
Poison her balms and sell them. Give her the credit.
Now, that’s an idea…
Surely Lord Fotios would not keep around such an ignorant girl then? Lady Melina would never suspect Xan of a thing, and she’d be rid of her little problem…
You could always just poison her too.
I could. But it is not so easy to get away with murdering a king’s sister, bastard or not.
Get creative.
Of course, she kept all these emotions from her face, a carefully bland smile pasted across her features as her icy gaze shifted back and forth between the two. Her smile grew just the slightest bit as Melina made her assertion that the two would soon be friends, and she nodded in agreement, even as bile rose in her throat. Friends? With her? Olympus would freeze over first.
“Oh, I’m quite sure we’ll be fast friends indeed, my lady,” she said aloud in a friendly enough tone, turning the smile on Sara—though the expression didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Isn’t that right, Sara? We’ll be gossiping and braiding each other’s hair by the end of the week.”
Truthfully, she’d rather rot, but it did no good to raise suspicion in her mistress’s mind. Let her think her handmaidens were thick as thieves. It’d only make it harder to believe anything was amiss whenever she ensured Sara’s dismissal.
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As Melina spoke of her injury, Xanthippe felt her face draw into lines of disapproval. How was it that her lady always managed to injure herself when she was not around? She needed to have a talk with some of the other Leventi servants. This would simply not do. Were they even watching her? What were they getting paid for if they couldn’t keep the nobility from bleeding?
“You must be careful, my lady,” she lightly admonished, carefully patting the back of her hand. “Or your father will be ensuring you’re no longer able to touch those shears.”
Luckily—or perhaps unluckily—Bia had already taken care of her, and so Xan gently let Melina’s hand drop. Bia. She couldn’t stand the woman any more than her mistress could, though she imagined it was for different reasons. Always trying to be such a mother hen when she couldn’t keep a man long enough to be a mother herself. Stupid Bia. Ugly Bia.
Though she’d take Bia over this Sara. Her instant dislike of the girl was only deepening as she watched the other women interact, resentment settling deep within her stomach. Oh, she made healing balms? Oh, Melina was so impressed? Little bitch. Already trying to outdo her. She wouldn’t let this stand.
Poison her balms and sell them. Give her the credit.
Now, that’s an idea…
Surely Lord Fotios would not keep around such an ignorant girl then? Lady Melina would never suspect Xan of a thing, and she’d be rid of her little problem…
You could always just poison her too.
I could. But it is not so easy to get away with murdering a king’s sister, bastard or not.
Get creative.
Of course, she kept all these emotions from her face, a carefully bland smile pasted across her features as her icy gaze shifted back and forth between the two. Her smile grew just the slightest bit as Melina made her assertion that the two would soon be friends, and she nodded in agreement, even as bile rose in her throat. Friends? With her? Olympus would freeze over first.
“Oh, I’m quite sure we’ll be fast friends indeed, my lady,” she said aloud in a friendly enough tone, turning the smile on Sara—though the expression didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Isn’t that right, Sara? We’ll be gossiping and braiding each other’s hair by the end of the week.”
Truthfully, she’d rather rot, but it did no good to raise suspicion in her mistress’s mind. Let her think her handmaidens were thick as thieves. It’d only make it harder to believe anything was amiss whenever she ensured Sara’s dismissal.
As Melina spoke of her injury, Xanthippe felt her face draw into lines of disapproval. How was it that her lady always managed to injure herself when she was not around? She needed to have a talk with some of the other Leventi servants. This would simply not do. Were they even watching her? What were they getting paid for if they couldn’t keep the nobility from bleeding?
“You must be careful, my lady,” she lightly admonished, carefully patting the back of her hand. “Or your father will be ensuring you’re no longer able to touch those shears.”
Luckily—or perhaps unluckily—Bia had already taken care of her, and so Xan gently let Melina’s hand drop. Bia. She couldn’t stand the woman any more than her mistress could, though she imagined it was for different reasons. Always trying to be such a mother hen when she couldn’t keep a man long enough to be a mother herself. Stupid Bia. Ugly Bia.
Though she’d take Bia over this Sara. Her instant dislike of the girl was only deepening as she watched the other women interact, resentment settling deep within her stomach. Oh, she made healing balms? Oh, Melina was so impressed? Little bitch. Already trying to outdo her. She wouldn’t let this stand.
Poison her balms and sell them. Give her the credit.
Now, that’s an idea…
Surely Lord Fotios would not keep around such an ignorant girl then? Lady Melina would never suspect Xan of a thing, and she’d be rid of her little problem…
You could always just poison her too.
I could. But it is not so easy to get away with murdering a king’s sister, bastard or not.
Get creative.
Of course, she kept all these emotions from her face, a carefully bland smile pasted across her features as her icy gaze shifted back and forth between the two. Her smile grew just the slightest bit as Melina made her assertion that the two would soon be friends, and she nodded in agreement, even as bile rose in her throat. Friends? With her? Olympus would freeze over first.
“Oh, I’m quite sure we’ll be fast friends indeed, my lady,” she said aloud in a friendly enough tone, turning the smile on Sara—though the expression didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Isn’t that right, Sara? We’ll be gossiping and braiding each other’s hair by the end of the week.”
Truthfully, she’d rather rot, but it did no good to raise suspicion in her mistress’s mind. Let her think her handmaidens were thick as thieves. It’d only make it harder to believe anything was amiss whenever she ensured Sara’s dismissal.
Sara found Melina to be chatty and excitable but it was a breath of fresh air. She was so accustomed to cold receptions and wary glances that the way Melina spoke was nice. It put some of her nerves at being in a new place to rest, finding that the lady she was going to serve seemed to be welcoming and kind. ”It’s just something I like to spend my free time on.” She said with a small smile, holding the rose she’d been given closer still. She had sort of hoped that she might find someone to truly study under, instead of merely relying on books to teach her everything. It could be a useful skill to master.
She smiled at Melina’s tale, nodding her head sympathetically where it was appropriate. She found herself glancing at Xan too, every so often, to try to gauge the other woman’s reaction. She had seemed rather...stand-offish until Melina had arrived and now she was much more forthcoming, eager even. It was strange.
When Melina declined her offer to fetch the healing balm that she had brought with her, Sara nodded in deference. ”As you wish, my lady.” She said. She twirled the rose between her fingers, feeling the thorns bite into the tender flesh of her thumb. Because she was aware of its presence, she did not cut herself on the thing -- instead it merely pushed against her skin as she twirled the rose.
”I only hope that I can be of help to Miss Xanthippe.” Sara murmured. ”I’ll do my best.” Xanthippe seemed to echo the sentiment which struck Sara as odd. Hadn’t the woman just been questioning her ability to handle this job? And now, suddenly, they were to be gossiping and braiding hair? Sara would have liked nothing more, but the quick turn in the other woman’s attitude towards her had her suspicious. Nevertheless, she pasted on the courtly smile that her mother had taught her to wear in the face of adversity.
”I would like nothing more.” She said with another nod of her head. ”Miss Xanthippe has been very kind to show me around the estate so far, but if...if you have need of her, I can return to my rooms and finish my unpacking?
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Sara found Melina to be chatty and excitable but it was a breath of fresh air. She was so accustomed to cold receptions and wary glances that the way Melina spoke was nice. It put some of her nerves at being in a new place to rest, finding that the lady she was going to serve seemed to be welcoming and kind. ”It’s just something I like to spend my free time on.” She said with a small smile, holding the rose she’d been given closer still. She had sort of hoped that she might find someone to truly study under, instead of merely relying on books to teach her everything. It could be a useful skill to master.
She smiled at Melina’s tale, nodding her head sympathetically where it was appropriate. She found herself glancing at Xan too, every so often, to try to gauge the other woman’s reaction. She had seemed rather...stand-offish until Melina had arrived and now she was much more forthcoming, eager even. It was strange.
When Melina declined her offer to fetch the healing balm that she had brought with her, Sara nodded in deference. ”As you wish, my lady.” She said. She twirled the rose between her fingers, feeling the thorns bite into the tender flesh of her thumb. Because she was aware of its presence, she did not cut herself on the thing -- instead it merely pushed against her skin as she twirled the rose.
”I only hope that I can be of help to Miss Xanthippe.” Sara murmured. ”I’ll do my best.” Xanthippe seemed to echo the sentiment which struck Sara as odd. Hadn’t the woman just been questioning her ability to handle this job? And now, suddenly, they were to be gossiping and braiding hair? Sara would have liked nothing more, but the quick turn in the other woman’s attitude towards her had her suspicious. Nevertheless, she pasted on the courtly smile that her mother had taught her to wear in the face of adversity.
”I would like nothing more.” She said with another nod of her head. ”Miss Xanthippe has been very kind to show me around the estate so far, but if...if you have need of her, I can return to my rooms and finish my unpacking?
Sara found Melina to be chatty and excitable but it was a breath of fresh air. She was so accustomed to cold receptions and wary glances that the way Melina spoke was nice. It put some of her nerves at being in a new place to rest, finding that the lady she was going to serve seemed to be welcoming and kind. ”It’s just something I like to spend my free time on.” She said with a small smile, holding the rose she’d been given closer still. She had sort of hoped that she might find someone to truly study under, instead of merely relying on books to teach her everything. It could be a useful skill to master.
She smiled at Melina’s tale, nodding her head sympathetically where it was appropriate. She found herself glancing at Xan too, every so often, to try to gauge the other woman’s reaction. She had seemed rather...stand-offish until Melina had arrived and now she was much more forthcoming, eager even. It was strange.
When Melina declined her offer to fetch the healing balm that she had brought with her, Sara nodded in deference. ”As you wish, my lady.” She said. She twirled the rose between her fingers, feeling the thorns bite into the tender flesh of her thumb. Because she was aware of its presence, she did not cut herself on the thing -- instead it merely pushed against her skin as she twirled the rose.
”I only hope that I can be of help to Miss Xanthippe.” Sara murmured. ”I’ll do my best.” Xanthippe seemed to echo the sentiment which struck Sara as odd. Hadn’t the woman just been questioning her ability to handle this job? And now, suddenly, they were to be gossiping and braiding hair? Sara would have liked nothing more, but the quick turn in the other woman’s attitude towards her had her suspicious. Nevertheless, she pasted on the courtly smile that her mother had taught her to wear in the face of adversity.
”I would like nothing more.” She said with another nod of her head. ”Miss Xanthippe has been very kind to show me around the estate so far, but if...if you have need of her, I can return to my rooms and finish my unpacking?
