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Violetta blinked when she realized what she had done but she didn't say a word about it as she sighed. As quick she was to come to anger, she was to let go of it. Biting her lower lip, she watched as the maid hurried off. "Here. I'll show you to your room." she said as she let him walk out before closing the door. Walking down the stairs, she went through the dinning area and then down a hallway. It was the servants' quarters and most of them had a roommate. Going to the first room that wasn't occupied, she gave him a small key that was to open the room and keep other servants out.

There would be a bed inside with sheets, a pillow and a blanket. A small dresser as well as a chair, that was it. The window in his room faced the garden, though it was small. She walked past him after that, letting him make himself at home as she went in search of her father.

She knew where to find him.. he was always working or at least trying to. With a small knock as a warning, she opened the door and walked in, taking the seat across from him. "What am I supposed to do with him?" she asked, obviously talking about the slave. "He doesn't talk, so he won't be a companion. He most likely doesn't sew or make dresses since as you've said before, that is a woman's job." she said, though there was a hint of sarcasm to her voice. "And in no way am I going to use him as love slave." she said sharply. "Also, I want Mariam fired." Violetta looked over at her father now. "I will not under any circumstances let any maid eavesdrop on me." she told him.

Violetta rarely trusted anyone these days.. her heart, if she had one was made of stone and she wasn't going to do anything to save it. Let it be that way, at least no one would be able to put her through the pain she had gone through again. It would lead to a very lonely death but she had come to term with that already. No one.. would be able to make her heart beat again, not a single person.

She nodded her head before running her fingers through her bangs, her green eye becoming visible for just a second. "Thank you." she said in a low voice before she got up abruptly as if she hadn't even said anything. Walking through the study, she walked out then, deciding to take the slave on a small tour of her many secret passage ways and hideouts for her animals.

Walking up to Brandon's door, she knocked on it and waited for him to answer. She knew that she didn't like her privacy to be disturbed so she wasn't just going to barge in like she owned the place, though she was the heir. Leaning against the opposite wall, she wondered how he had gotten into this mess in the first place. After all, what person wanted to be a slave. Violetta could one think of one reason and that was to pay of the debts he owned to someone.. but then how had he ended up here? Did the person sell him for money? The world was a cruel place indeed...

Violetta waited with patience as her eyes slowly closed. She guessed he had made things to his liking, thought there wasn't a whole lot of space or things in the room to begin with. The maids and butlers saved up their money to buy new things, but they only provided them with the basics. Her eyes flickered open as she heard the door open and straightened her shoulders. She noticed his eyes.. there was something different about them. Tilting her head to the side, she didn't question him about it though, since he wouldn't answer her anyway.

"I have a few things to discuss with you.. or rather tell you." she corrected herself since he wasn't going to put his opinion out there. "Come." she said as she headed down the hall, planning to go outside where they could be along and make sure no extra pair of ears could listen to them. Violetta had decided to give him a little bit of money every week for helping her with her animals, since he wasn't going to object anyway. It would have to be kept secret though.. He could get what he wanted with it and she could take him to the market place on Sundays when her father was too busy thinking about other things.

Violetta walked between rows of red roses before stopping underneath a blooming tree. Turning to face him, she tilted her head slightly. "Well, considering the fact that you are good with animals.. I'm sure you wouldn't mind working with them. I have several horses, stray dogs, cats, birds, fish, and pretty much anything that you can think of. Most them live outside or in rooms that have been kept empty for several years with ways to get outside without my help." she paused, letting him take in the information before speaking again. "Every week, if you do well, I will be giving you money. Not very much but enough to buy a few things of your own that you can use. I can take you to the market place whenever my father is to busy to notice my absence." she looked away from him then and out to the garden that was filled with all kinds of flowers. "I also want this to be kept between the two of us." she told him.

"My father will most likely not be happy to hear about my plans." she said softly before her cold gaze returned and her face became expressionless.

Seeing the look on his face, she crossed her arms. "Because I don't know what to do with you." she answered. "If you don't like the idea, fine, I won't do it and you can just work for free like all the other slaves do." her voice was cold once again as she let her arms fall to her sides, waiting for his reaction. Her cold gaze looking into his eyes. To be honest, she had even thought about setting him free but that would have caused more trouble than she wanted to deal with at the moment. "Do you really want me to use you like that? I would have thought you would have been a bit happy." her voice was still low due to the fact that she didn't want anyone to hear her except Brandon.

She sighed, well it seemed like she wouldn't be able to get anything out of him. Leaning against the tree, she wished she could at least some kind of reaction out of him but considering the fact that he most likely hated everyone around him, she didn't know what to do. Violetta simply didn't trust anyone. Shaking her head, she then pushed herself away from the tree before walking away, leaving him there since he didn't seem to care about anything that she had said. Going back into her home, she went up the stairs and back into her room, her sanctuary. Closing the door behind her, she lay down on her bed, her face buried in the sheets. She couldn't go back to the life that she had before.. she had been happy then, full of life and kind, perhaps the kindest person in this large mansion.