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Violetta was currently laying down in her rather dark room since she always kept the curtains drawn and staring at the ceiling. She wasn't motivated to do anything these days. Hearing the knocking, her lips formed a tight line as she sat up, her eyes glaring at the door. Wonderful, she thought. If it was another arranged marriage suggestion she was going to chop someone's head off. She was disgusted by the mere thought of it as well. Her feet were silent against the wooden floor before she abruptly pulled the door open. "What?" she asked, one hand on the door and the other on the wall so that he wouldn't be able to enter her domain. "What is it?" she added, her voice not exactly the happiest one.

Instead of waiting for answer to come from him, she closed the door behind her and went straight to the flight of stairs. She might as well see for herself since her father would probably blow whatever it was out of proportion. She blinked when she reached the bottom of the stairs to face a man a bit taller than her. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she tilted her head. He didn't have any gifts with him or a smile so he obviously wasn't here to marry her. Violetta's eyes froze when they reached his neck. A collar? That's when it all became clear to her.

It was a slave. Her eyes almost burned with rage towards her father as she closed them. No, she wouldn't yell, she would speak to him when he finally reached the bottom of the staircase. Without a second thought she walked past the man and then turned to face the flight of stairs, her red dress flaring out at her feet.

"What are you trying to do?" she asked him, her voice low. She refused to yell in the presence of a stranger, even if it was a slave. "You think a slave will solve everything?" she took a few more steps towards her father, her posture perfect as it always had been. "Well it won't. It won't cover up what he did." she still couldn't believe her father had chosen such a suitor. It was in the past but her wounds still felt fresh and an empty hole was were her heart had been. She had fallen for the man that had betrayed her, even if she had been cold to him at first.

Turning towards the slave, she faced him, her eyes meeting his directly. "What is your name?" she asked, her voice soft but it was covered in ice just like it was for everyone else in this world. Her eyes weren't burning like they had before, they were just cold, indifferent. She would keep him.. but not for the reasons her father had bought him. Violetta wasn't the tallest of girls and she needed help reaching things at times.. even if she was stubborn. She also needed someone to help her with all her animals, someone that would keep his mouth shut and not say a word to her father.

She lowered her head for a second as her father answered the question that was directed towards the slave. Her then looked up at Brandon with a curious gaze, she noticed his lip twitch before she turned towards her father. "I'll be taking him to my room then." Looking over her shoulder towards the strange man, she then spoke again. "Come on." she told him before going up the stairs. The slave obviously had something against the slave owner and she didn't particularly blame him, after all she would most likely hate the man that sold her body to others.

After that she didn't say a word to her father, not even a thank you since she was still holding him somewhat accountable for what had happened. Opening the door to her room, she let the slave walk in after her before she sat down in a red velvet arm chair. "Close the door behind you." he would be the first person in months to be in her room. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness before she smiled as another pair of eyes could be seen on her bed. "Here Ebony." she said in a soft voice as a black cat with yellow eyes got up and quickly ran over, jumping onto her lap. "Are you good with animals?" she asked as she looked over at Brandon, he was capable of nodding, that much she was sure of. Her fingers gently stroked the cat as her eyes softened looking down at it, she could hear Ebony purring.

Her eyes watched him closely as he looked around, as if he was completely unaware of the question she had put in front of him. It didn't seem like he listened very well either, well she would just have to fix that. Getting up, the cat jumped down, twirling around her feet as she walked over to him. She stopped a few feet away from him. "You seem quite at home here." she said, her soft tone that she had used with the cat completely gone now. Crossing her arms, she tilted her head back slightly. "I thought you might be of some use to me.. but I guess not." she looked him over once more just to annoy him before she turned around. "You'll just have to work for my father instead then." she knew that if her father found that the slave was of no use to her, then Brandon would most likely go work in the fields or some other kind of heavy work.

Violetta was waiting for some kind of reaction from him, after all what slave wanted to work in mud and rain instead of staying in the house helping with just a few minor things? Ebony walked up to Brandon before walking around his legs, her tail standing straight up as she purred, trying to get some attention from him.

He didn't say anything. She was about to go through with her threat but then she heard the rustle of clothing, he had moved. She looked over her shoulder to find Ebony in his arms, the cat meowing happily before purring. She pursed her lips before turning to face him completely. If her own cat liked him he couldn't be that bad. She lowered her eyes for a moment, he could help her, besides he seemed to like Ebony so she was sure he would be just fine with other animals. Then came the mewing of kittens. Ebony froze before turning her head in the direction of the noise. After a second, she jumped out and went behind Violetta's bed, near the dark red curtain of her window. There was a basket there filled with five kittens that were barely a few weeks old.

"You could have simply answered me.." she said as she watched Ebony from her chair, crossing her legs. Violetta suddenly became quiet as the sound of footsteps could be heard in the hallway, her eyes narrowed as she waited for them to become distant before she relaxed slightly.

She didn't speak for a moment and it was completely silent except for the felines. "I know you're not going to speak to me, after all, I'm no one but a rich girl to you but a nod or a shake would have pretty much summed it up." she couldn't get over the fact that she was speaking so much around him.. perhaps it was because he was so quiet. Shaking her head she got up. "I suppose they've gotten a room ready for you already." she told him before opening the door to come face to face with a maid that had been eavesdropping.

Violetta narrowed her eyes, obviously angry. The maid turned red from head to toe from embarrassment as Violetta waited for an explanation.
"Miss.. your father, well he wanted to know.. how things were moving along."
Her glare didn't not ease one bit as she raised her hand and slapped the woman. "Don't you ever dare do that again." she hissed as the woman began to apologize. Most of the maids stayed out of her way.. but there were a few that hated her for no reason even before the incident with her fiance, this one happened to be one of those maids. She would speak to her father about the incident later.