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She raised her head after a few moments and realized that he had bags under his eyes.. he looked extremely tired. She had.. she sighed. Why had she gotten up in the first place? She had gotten more sleep than him in the past few days and yet she couldn't stay up for one night and give him a good night's rest. Of course he had probably freaked when she had lay down.. she would have if she was in his position. "You should have woken me up.. I would have left." she frowned and shook her head before rubbing her eyes slightly. She felt a bit tired after her leap from bed but she definitely wasn't laying back down again.

There was a knock on the door and she blinked. That guard sure was fast. Opening it, she smiled a bit when she looked at the tray of food. "Thanks." she said with a grateful look and he only said that it wasn't a problem. The door was closed again and she slowly walked over to Brandon. Various things were on the platter, fruit, pancakes, honey, milk, and bacon were a few of the examples. "I thought you wouldn't mind having breakfast in bed seeing as you can't exactly stand." she looked down at him, not sure if he could eat on his own or not. "Do you want to set this down on your lap?" she asked, she never would stop trying to get him to speak. Violetta was completely convinced he could. "At least nod for an answer." she added as she sighed once more.

She frowned once again as he stayed silent. What was she supposed to do? Shaking her head, she set the tray down on the bed next to him. "I'm going to go down and eat with my father.. I have a few things to discuss with him, so I hope you won't mind eating alone." she crossed her arms after a moment.

"I can help you sit up.." she said gesturing towards the pillows. Grabbing one, she looked down at him, her eyes meeting his own. She felt bad for leaving him up here but she did need to talk to him.. see if he approved of her idea or not. It wasn't like she was worried about dress she was going to buy.. she just wondered what Brandon would think of it if her idea did come through. Hopefully it would help him loosen up a little bit.

For the masquerade she would let him do as he pleased.. chose his own suit, mask, anything he wanted. What if he didn't want to go then? Well, then it was his decision. There was no point in forcing him to go to something where people were supposed to have fun.

Seeing him nod, she was glad that she got some kind of response out of him. Setting the pillow behind his head, she placed her hands on his sides before gently pulling him up. Of course it was all painful for him and she wished she could actually give him some pain medicine or something.. That would be another topic to bring up when she spoke to her father.

Once he was sitting, she slowly pulled away, guessing that he would be able to handle moving the tray. "I hope you enjoy your meal.. I'll be back soon enough." she told him as she reluctantly moved out of the room. Perhaps he would enjoy being alone for a while.. who knew? Biting her lip, she closed the door to her room and then headed down the stairs.

Planning out how to start the conversation was critical.. if she said something wrong everything could go down hill and then it was all over. That's the last thing she wanted to happen. After coming up with a loose way to start things up, she entered the dining area, the table was piled high with food as usual.

"Good morning." she said softly as she slowly moved towards the table and sat down to the right side of him. "Sleep well?" she asked as she unfolded the cloth napkin. Even if she wasn't hungry, she was still going to eat since she didn't want to faint again. Staying away from doctors was something she would continue to do at all costs.

When the man set down a plate in front of her, she smiled slightly. "Thank you." she said, knowing it would probably irritate her father but the man did deserve some kind of respect after all. She slowly began to fill her plate with food. "What did you decide on my idea?" she asked as she took a small drink from her crystal glass. They weren't royalty from what she knew, but they certainly lived like them.

She had decided that she would at least eat a little bit today since she had barely eaten anything in the past three months and Brandon was getting on her about that. Shaking her head slightly, she plucked a cherry from the bowl before placing it into her mouth.

He was taking his time so it meant whatever was coming wouldn't be good. Sighing, she leaned back in her chair after eating a few more cherries. There was no way that the two of them would be able to eat everything on this table even if it was throughout the whole day.

Hearing what he had to say, she kept her eyes glued to the table. Getting up once he was done, her movements were stiff as she grabbed a bowl filled with slices of ham and another one with various kinds of fruit before pulling it down on the cart that stood not too far away. After she had at least six bowls of different things on the cart, and that was the most she could fit on there, she began to moved it. She wasn't going to talk to him.. she was simply going to go down to the hall where their so called servants ate and bring the food to them.

She didn't wait for his response or anything else, she just left, rolling the cart down the hallway. She was furious with her father's words at the moment so she was getting back at him by giving the slaves normal food and she would continue to do that from now on. Going into the large long room, she saw the slaves turn their heads towards her as she stood in front of the room. "Good morning." she said as she looked at them. "I thought you all would enjoy having something else to eat for once.. it's not much.. but if you could line up and choose a piece from each bowl, I'm sure that there would be enough for everyone here." she bit her lip, not knowing how they would react to her.

She bit her lip as they all sat there.. like frozen rabbits that didn't know where to go or where to look. She swallowed. "I promise I won't hurt you.. and the food isn't poisoned." she lowered her head right before she heard the footsteps of someone. Seeing the woman, she smiled and then slowly took her plate before filling it up with the food that she had brought and then handed it back to her. "Your welcome." she said in response.

"I would appreciate that." she said in a soft voice. Looking at the other slaves, she slowly walked up to the first wooden table and slowly reached for a plate. "May I?" she asked the young girl that sat there. Perhaps if she began to fill their plates they would get up and do it themselves later on.. she was planning on doing this day after day.. for at least one meal during the twenty four hours.

It took her a while before she had finally had everyone's plates full of the food she had brought but their was on familiar face that was missing. Neil. Where in the world was he? Her eyes landed on the slave driver but she didn't say anything to him as she continued to scan the place. The bowls were almost empty by now so there was only enough for one more person. Sighing, she turned around, and guessed that he probably was sick in bed or something along those lines.

Finding the woman that had come up to her earlier, she waited until she was free. "Where is Neil?" she asked softly, thinking that she might know where the young man had gone off to. Then again, she didn't know how closely knit these people were at the moment so perhaps no one knew where he was. She also needed to talk to him about what had happened with Brandon.. why they had gotten into a fight.