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Her eyes focused on the blades of grass, she didn't want to look at him. What had she been expecting? Her decisions were swinging all over the place. This morning she had sworn that she wouldn't tell him anything and here she had practically spilled her heart out to him. The reason she had though.. was because she felt like she had needed to tell him. After all she knew it wouldn't be long before she did tell him and well the masquerade coming up she doubted that they would ever be alone.. so it was more dangerous.

Barely hearing his footsteps, she sighed softly and closed her eyes right before she felt his hand against her arm and her eyes snapped open. It a matter of a few short moments she was as close as she had ever been to him (not counting the time he had brought her back home), her heart pounding in her chest as she looked up at him with wide eyes. She didn't move to push him away, she simply waited.. but for what she didn't know. It seemed like an eternity before he actually moved. Her eyes were looking past him as he leaned down before they focused on the bright blue sky. What happened next was something that shocked her.

His voice was like velvet.. soft.. and beautiful or rather handsome if a voice could be described that way. He could have definitely been a singer.. and she was sure girls would have dropped to his feet at the sound of it, after all, she felt a small chill run down her skin though it wasn't a bad one. She almost missed the words that he was saying since she was focused on the actual sound. That last word though made her tear filled eyes close as she let out a small breath of air that she had been holding in ever since he had touched her but she hadn't realized it.

Violetta couldn't say anything back to him.. not yet. She wished he would speak to her again but instead he stayed silent. She would just have to respect that. Her eyes and expression looked slightly dazed when he pulled away. How could she listen to him? How could she not love him? Lowering her head, she didn't say anything.. not a word. It seemed like they had traded places for the moment. She didn't move a muscle.. she simply stood there. What was she supposed to do after words like his own?

When he touched her again, she slowly raised her head to look at him as he turned her around. She wasn't exactly moving on her own anymore.. she couldn't.. at least not yet. In the distance the house was standing there.. that dreadful house. She had good memories but now there were only a few that had happened since a few months ago and they all had been with Brandon. Violetta slowly stepped forward when he pressed his hand against her back. She didn't want to go.. but she did anyway. It took her a while but soon enough she was walking at a normal pace though it was slightly slow. She continued on in silence.. not knowing what to tell him.

As they walked, he eventually let his hand fall back down though she had felt his hand brush against her own. She blinked slowly but didn't say anything. She knew he cared in one way or another, he had found her after all even though she had left to find him. Raising her chin slightly, she looked up at the bright sky. It wouldn't be too long until they reached the house.

For a moment she couldn't help but think for a moment that she just had a cursed heart but that would be nonsense in the end.. she just got hurt more than she would have liked, life was like that though. Violetta barely realized that they were alone in the field. Her different colored eyes glanced over at him for a moment before she gave him a sad smile, even though she had meant it to be a happy one.

Reaching the door that lead to the parlor, she placed her hand on the doorknob. "The tailor is probably already here." she said softly, her eyes focused on the paint that was on the door, she didn't know what else to say. Opening it, she walked in and left it open for him. Violetta looked around the room briefly just as a knock echoed throughout the house. She could easily guess who that was and she hoped she was right. "I can leave you alone for the time being if you want." her voice was still quiet.

Standing in the middle of the room, she looked over at him so that she could see him nod or shake his head since that was how he usually responded. Her eyes weren't filled with tears anymore.. but they were duller, she was hiding her emotions. After all saying anything out of place in this house could put him in jeopardy and she didn't want that to happen. If he got killed because of her, she would never be able to forgive herself.

Wrapping her arms around her waist, she couldn't help but wonder how he was going to act towards her after her confession. He had already spoken.. she hadn't been able to get him to speak the whole entire him he had been here before and she doubted she would be able to afterward with a simple question. One thing that she did want for him, was happiness. In the end she didn't really know why her father had brought him to this home since she had never really approved of having ownership of other people.. but that was besides the point for now.

A maid came up to them, announcing that the tailor had come and he was standing in the great hall. She guessed that the two could just go to the den where there would be plenty of space to move around and at the same time it had a place to sit and so on.

She saw his smile as well. It wasn't exactly a happy one. Lowering her head, she waited for his response and it soon came. He had shaken his head though it seemed like he had thought about his response for a while before actually giving it to her. Biting her lip, she told the maid to take the tailor to the den. "We'll be there shortly." she added before the maid left. Looking over at Brandon for a moment, she noticed that it seemed like he really wanted her to stay with him. She would, if that's what he wanted.

"Come on." she said gently before leading him into the room. The tailor was standing near a small table with a tape measure and samples of different materials with him. She decided to sit in an arm chair that was near the back to give them some space. If they measured men the same way they measured woman, he would have to strip down to get accurate measurements, though some of his cloths could stay on. She had to keep her corset on after all. Those things were a pain to be honest.

Lowering her head, she listened to the tailor as he told Brandon to take off his shirt and so on. Violetta simply stared at the book shelf that was next to her, not wanting to invade his privacy.. and besides, she had never really had an intimate relationship that had gotten as far as taking off ones clothing. Her cheeks flushed slightly and she bit her lip, deciding to grab a book and bring it up to her face.

If anything she knew that Brandon was actually very observant. He may not say anything about things but she had learned to read his expressions over time so she hoped he wasn't looking at her at the moment, not that her face could be seen anyway because of the book. Crossing her legs just so that she would be more comfortable, she focused on the words that were written on the pages. She hadn't even read the title of the book when she had picked it up but it did have beautiful borders.

Swallowing, she chewed on her lower lip, she was still surprised that she rarely ever made it bleed. There was a reason she hadn't wanted to be here. It made her uncomfortable... even though Brandon was a good twenty feet away and it was all just for measurements. The only reason she was here was for him. Hearing the man speak after a few more moments, she pulled her knees up to her chest and turned the page of the book.

Violetta was actually shy when it came to these types of things but with everything else she had her cold attitude.. she just couldn't hold it at certain times. Setting the book down for a moment to pull her hair back so it wouldn't continue to fall back in her face, she raised her eyes to find that they still weren't done. She barely noticed the brand on his thigh as she lifted the book back up and focused on the words.

She didn't know what it meant due to the fact that her father didn't exactly talk about such things. It took her a moment to even register that he even had a brand on his thigh since she had picked up the book so quickly. Frowning, she didn't understand why he would have a brand there of all places.. there was no doubt that it had been painful. A chill ran down her spine before she looked at the bookshelf once more.. wondering if her father had some kind of book about it.. She couldn't ask Brandon even if he would talk to her.

Asking one of the other slaves would bring up suspicions and she didn't want that either. Did all of the slaves have one? There was a small little book at the very end. Grabbing it after she had put the first one back, she ran her fingers over the spine and blew the dust off of it as she opened it. As far as she could tell her father hadn't opened this book for the longest time.

Realizing what the book was after a moment, she bit her lip. Should she really find out what the symbol meant? Her fingers slowly turned the pages, scanning them for what she was looking for. There were several different kinds of tattoos. The picture had small pictures and an explanation beside each one. Shaking her head, she didn't think any of it was right but it explained some of the things she had seen on slaves when she was little.

Finding the picture that she had seen on Brandon, her fingers were covering the explanation for a moment and she hesitantly moved them aside. Breathing in, she slowly read it. Pleasure slave? Her eyes widened in shock. Hearing the tailor, she got to her feet and the book fell to the ground, she had been startled by him. "What?" it took her a few seconds to realize what he had said and she ran her fingers through her hair. "Oh.. on what?" she asked as she picked up the book and placed it back on the book self where she had found it in the first place.

How could Brandon be a pleasure slave? His voice.. that she could understand but he didn't like being around anyone.. he wasn't social. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion and frustration. Had he been forced into it? She didn't know but the simple thought made her shiver. Wrapping her arms around her waist, she walked over to the two, keeping her eyes on the tailor for the moment.

She still couldn't believe what she had read... which made her wonder if her father even knew since he was the one that had bought him. What the book said about them only being good at one thing, she didn't believe. Brandon was kind with the many pets that she had. Animals loved him and it seemed like he had a soft spot for them as well. Swallowing, she rubbed her arm. He could even be good at singing if he actually spoke more often. The more she thought about it.. the more it made sense that he was so quiet.

Why had they done that to him though? Did he actually try something? She didn't know and she knew she should get her mind off it. Violetta was trying to focus on what the tailor was telling her but she could barely hear a word. Dark blue and dark red? Looking over at Brandon for a few moments, she wasn't quite sure what to go with either. "Dark blue.." she said after that. Red meant passion.. love.. war.. Brandon was none of those things, at least he had never showed that side of himself if he was those. Blue was more cold and mysterious.. as well as a few other things.

She felt like he was watching her and he probably was. After the tailor had left, and after she had thanked him, she lowered her head and ran her fingers through her hair. She didn't know what to say to him anymore. What else was there to say anyway? Crossing her arms, she closed her eyes for a few moments before raising her head. "You have a beautiful voice." she whispered, it was still fresh in her mind. Such a beautiful voice yet the words had not been soothing.. they had been the mere truth. Nothing more, nothing less.

Her eyes closed once more before she turned towards the door. There was nothing else to do in the den unless he wanted to read. She had figured out that he could since he wouldn't have known that she had taken off for good that one time. He had brought her back. Biting her lip, today hadn't been the best day over all but in a way it had some memories that she would most likely cherish forever.

"I can make your mask." she told him, she was making her own.. she used to make them all the time when she was younger and now it was one of her talents. "Just choose the colors that you would like once we get there.." she didn't know if he would feel comfortable in her room after what she had said but hopefully he would at least do something to let her know. Of course after finding out that he was marked as a pleasure slave, she wasn't exactly sure what to think of him.

Shaking her head, she dismissed the thought. Now wasn't the time to think about such things. Going up the stairs slowly after she had left the room, she kept her eyes on the stairs, spacing out for most of the time. Her eyes closed several times and she wasn't exactly feeling well. The day so far had taken a lot out of her but she wasn't about to collapse any time soon. That would bring unwanted attention and her father would most likely be worried.

Opening the door to her room, she glanced over at him before walking through and going to her dresser as the kittens ran up to Brandon, following him around the room. They were sweet little things and if she could, she would find a good home for each of them but ever since she had stopped talking for a while, her friends had disappeared.. not that she had very many to begin with.

((Sorry it's taking me so long to post. I've been busy and now I don't know what to write >.< )).

Violetta smiled slightly as the kittens followed him around. One of them mewing and another trying to play with his feet as if they were toys. Ebony was laying on the bed, purring happily as the tip of her tail slowly tapped the sheets. They all liked him, after all he hadn't done a single thing to harm them. Perhaps Brandon would want one to take care of. The rest would probably just roam the palace grounds and find different places to sleep. Ebony always came back though.

Lowering her head, she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes for a moment, the image of the brand in the book came back to her without her meaning to remember it. A small chill ran down her spine. She just didn't see how it could possibly work and why it had been given to him of all the other slaves that were out there. Then again, probably more than one had it. Rubbing her neck, she opened her eyes and looked over at Brandon.

Tilting her head to the side slightly, she returned her attention to the kittens. How was she even supposed to ask him about it? It wasn't like he had told her, she had just happened to catch a small glimpse of it on accident. Shaking her head, she watched over to her chair. Sitting down, she pulled her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. "Do your wounds still hurt?" she asked him, looking at the ground for the moment as Ebony jumped onto the back of the chair and walked around in a circle before going down on the armrest.

Violetta wanted to ask him but at the same time it would be invading his privacy.. perhaps bringing up memories that he didn't want to be reminded of. Taking Ebony into her arms, she let her feet go back against the floor as she gently ran her fingers through the feline's black fur. No... she couldn't ask him quite yet. Maybe later. Or maybe even never.

Who knew.. maybe he would bring it up someday on his own but she doubted that. He probably wasn't even that comfortable with having her around after what she had told him in the field. Her fingers tightened without her realizing it. Ebony wasn't exactly a patient cat so the next moment her claws ran against Violetta's cheek before she took off. Breathing in sharply from the pain, she brought her hand up to her cheek as blood began to appear, bringing her out of her trance as well.

Ebony was standing on the bed, glaring at Violetta but her fur wasn't bristling. Sighing, she opened the door to the bathroom and poured some of the water from the pitcher into the basin. Removing her fingers from the cut, she ran them through the water. and it became a light pink before she brought her fingers back up to her face to wipe the blood away. She couldn't let her father see the cut.. he would question her where it had come from and she wasn't quite sure how he would react if she told him about Ebony.