Kapitel 26: Her
Freya
Waking up in the morning like if I was waking for my death sentence as I slid my legs over the side of the bed. Today was the party and I really couldn't find anything exciting about it, besides that I wanted to share some happiness about my book, but my I think boyfriend, though he says fiance, took all the attention by making it his and my fake engagement party. Sitting on the side of my bed I leaned forward all my curly hair falling in front of my face as I hear a stiff knock on the door.
"Yes?" I spoke up loud enough for anyone on the other side to hear me clearly.
"Madam, the Master would like me to come in and dress you." I could hear a very small voice on the other side of the door before I stood up and opened it slightly, seeing a girl around 5'5 in a modest maid's outfit which covered most of her skin even wearing black tights with it. She had a tight bun of strawberry blonde hair and in her hands was my gown and accessories for the party.
"The Master?" I whispered almost gagging at her referring to Mikeal that way, what did he do to deserve that title, this poor girl must really need the money to call someone as annoying as him Master. "But the party isn't for hours still? Can we do this later? I just woke up." I tried to speak as kindly as I could to her. Her face became stone as I could sense she was annoyed with me, why did all these people get annoyed so fast? It seems as soon as I met Mikeal I am doomed to forever be every woman's enemy.
"No Madam, Master said that you need to start getting dressed now and that food would be brought to you for lunch. It's already 12:15 pm." My eyes got large as she told me the time and I couldn't believe I had slept that long as I bit my lip and pulled my hair back out of my face then looked down a bit. "And I'm not sure you truly know Madam how long it will take to actually get you ready and presentable." Ah, there it is. She glared at me as she walked past me into my room and I raised my brows at her mouthing the word 'okay'. She placed the gown down and went to a desk that was in my very large closet, though I couldn't fill even half of it, when she returned she came out with a brush and some spray. Placing them down at my vanity she then left for a minute, not much longer than that and returned with a bag full of hair supplies and another of makeup.
"The hair dresser and the makeup artist will be here soon, I will brush out your hair though before they arrive. Then I will return after to get your dress and corset on." She spoke so quickly and pointed to the chair in front of my vanity. I didn't know what to think at her actions or how she was speaking but I figured I should just go along with it because she actually was right, I had no idea how long this was going to take but I did know how long it takes me to comb my crazy curly almost thigh length brown hair. Sitting down in front of her she got to work spraying my hair with what I assume is a detangler and then proceeded to wrench the brush through my hair getting caught on every single curl, she obviously did not actually know you shouldn't brush my hair like that or at best it shouldn't be brushed at all out side of the shower. I winced at every stroke she took with the brush and she kept huffing as if it was my fault the brush kept getting stuck, tears were starting to well up in my eyes from the constant pulling on my hair and right when I was ready to stop her from the savage assault on my head the brush broke in two pieces leaving the head part in my hair.
"How dare you! You broke the brush with your wildly unkempt hair! Why Master would ever want a woman who can't even manage to stop her hair from getting so knotty and gross like some sort of homeless by choice vagrant." The woman almost screamed at me as I looked at her, my hair had become frizzy from the violent brushing and I'm sure I almost looked like a lion as I started to stand up and glared at her.
"Listen, whoever you are, it is NOT my fault that you are incompetent in brushing curly hair! I would have rather just done this myself!" I yelled back at her not backing down as she raised her hand to slap me. Preparing for it I closed my eyes tightly but didn't back off. After a few seconds of no connection I wondered if I had been saved again so I opened my eyes, and in front of me stood the woman and she had lowered her hand but was still fuming.
"If I hit you now, you will swell and Master will be very upset that you're marked for the engagement party. But you will get yours after, you are so disrespectful and broke the brush and wont even apologize." The woman whom I just realized had an old Scottish like accent, was grinding her teeth together as she grabbed my shoulders roughly and in reaction I pushed her backwards, she screamed out as she land on her butt.
"Here I thought you two would get along." Mikeal's smooth voice ran over both of us and I could see exactly what it did to this woman in front of me. She quickly got to her feet fixing her dress before she bowed down her face almost touching her knees in standing position.
"Sorry if our voices disturbed your work Master." The woman spoke quickly and very obediently as Mikeal entered my room while shaking his head at her, his hand running through his shaggy hair. He was wearing just a white v-neck t-shirt with grey washed out sweatpants which were tight at the ankles where his feet were hidden by old looking slippers, by far the most casual I'd ever seen him. This look is doing it for me, and I was trying very hard not to reach my sketchbook again around him. He looked at her in her bowing position and smirked before he looked at me, I was turning a bit to look for my book trying to find it before I heard the bag with all the hair stuff in it fall to the floor making me jump slightly.
Mikeal
As I walked into the room I saw my long time servant Sabina bowing down, and it made me smirk, she had come to me many years ago as a lesser demon, one that couldn't actually survive in the human world alone, she wanted me much like other women around me. Henry took her in first then after he was done with his games she came to me a woman by choice and begged me to do things to her after Henry had divulged my secrets. Of course I obliged her one time, and now she won't stop waiting for more, she was truly unable to understand that when I told her it would only be one time, that I truly meant only one time. Looking to my little lamb, whose hair looked like a crazy bush of some sort all frayed and floating high, I knew she was looking for her sketch book, which I hoped she didn't find, she would have graphite smudged fingers for the party and that didn't sit well with me. When she turned her head fully I could see the head of the brush and that's when I understood the words that were being said to each other clearly. Anger rose in me as I threw the hair bag down the floor making both the women jump and their eyes land on me, I walked to Freya as she flinched away from me causing me to breathe in deeply for it made me even angrier that she would do that action towards me. Taking my long fingers I weaved them into her hair around the brush head and began to carefully take it out, trying not to harm her, as I could see her scalp was already very red and irritated. Turning to Sabina after I got the brush head out of my lamb's hair I growled a little trying to contain my demon before I squatted down and whispered in her ear.
"Leave, you are not welcome here if you think your place is higher than my wife's." My voice was eerily calm and Sabina understood the danger in the situation choosing to wisely nod to me and quickly remove herself from the room. My chubby little lamb stood there with her hands clasped together in her baggy moon and star covered pajamas with crazy hair and a face of embarrassment. Trying to control myself I let out a breath and motioned with my hand to have her sit back down, which she did lowering her head a bit so I couldn't see her face as she sat. Picking up the hair bag I grabbed a wide toothed comb and sprayed her hair so it was wet but not drenched, from there I slowly began to comb her hair out very carefully, I could see my little lamb's surprise in the mirror's reflection, on me being able to take care of her hair. This made me happy, this made me feel something again as memories of my past came flooding back. Soon I found myself lost in the gentle care taking of my little lamb's amazing hair and before I realized it I heard a man clearing his throat at Freya's room door. We both turned to see who it was, as the makeup artist and hairstylist were standing there behind my butler, I let go of her hair and nodded to them while I quietly walked out of the room placing my hands in my pockets.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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