Foolish Pleasures [Lyaera/Magisters]

[Nol]

Nol stirred from his slumber, a look of distaste plastering the boy's face. Not even in his dreams could he sleep peacefully and reality was no better. Throwing his meager excuse for a blanket off him, his eyes wandered around the confinements of the room in which he shared with his sister, the room was small and often smelt damp along with the bedsheets occasionally feeling itchy. He loathed his life as a slave to the very core of its existence, The frustration of this got to Nol as he released a cry of irritation but longing like a lone wolf howling for his moon, only loud enough for his ears to hear.

Peering at the bed beside him he saw his sister sleeping, wondering if she ever had any decent dreams, then again no, he heard her cries and sniffles as she slept. She would put on an act that she was fine, but Nol could see through this facade, he knew his sister was hurting far more worst than he. It was then, suddenly, he heard approaching footsteps from the other side of the door to their bed. Nol quickly panicked as he rushed to his sister's side and shook her awake, knowing what might have happened if she did not.

"Lyaera! Awake! Madrona!" he whispered worriedly, noticing her stir a little, he immediately threw her clothes at her while getting dressed himself.

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[Lyaera Amavaintria]

Lyaera was glad to have been awoken from in her terrible nightmare, there was no peace, only more bloodshed when she dreamed. As her brother's words reached her pointed ears, it was as if someone had thrown cold water over her as she immediately opened her eyes and sprung from her mattress, almost buckling. "M-Madrona?" she repeated, her words held only slight fear but more so surprise as her mind had not yet registered what today was.

Without a moment's hesitation, she ran to her trunk and pulled out her usual serving girl's dress and slipped it on, though her hair still remained a mess but before she could do anything about it, the door to their room opened, revealing an extraordinarily beautiful woman with long dirty blonde hair and eyes of venom clothed in a fine purple gown with lipstick to match, her lips curved into a smirk. "My, what a state the two of you look," she sneered, her eyes dramatically looking away as if too disgusted to look which only caused Lyaera's eye to twitch in annoyance though she knew there was nothing she could do about it.

Casting her gaze upon the young elf, she spat. "Aren't you suppose to be working in the kitchens, rat?" her words were like poison as she shooed him out of the room with a sharp kick before then turning her attention to Lyaera, which only made the female elf shudder "ugh, you look hideous." The ginger elf made sure to keep her head low without making eye contact, knowing this bitch took it as a challenge which only caused Madrona's smirk to grow wider as she called for her servants, well... slaves, that is.

"Clio, Flora, deal with her, Magister Krios would like his little favourite pet all prettied up for tonight," her smile was sickly and sweet, like medicine that was hard to swallow as the apprentice started at her with those alluring eyes thought to be the eyes of a Desire Demon, her gaze then glared at the two Elven woman "and do not fail me!"

The two pretty Elven quivered slightly where they stood before shakily nodding their heads in acknowledgement of their Mistresses' words before then turning to Lyaera as dragged a heavy trunk containing outfits, accessories and make-up kits. It was then Madrona left the room and thus all three women sighed. "It is good to see you both again," Lyaera said in a kind yet hushed tone before smiling at the twins and was then sat down at the dressing table where a mirror was placed in front of her along with various types of make-up which only caused a distasteful frown to form on her nude lips.

"A-And you, m-miss Lyaer-ra," said the rather shy twin as she began to brush through Lyaera's messy hair while her sister dealt with make-up. And so another day began, another... empty day.

[Nol]

The young man was shoved out of his room like wheat in a field, he quite literally had no idea what just happened at one point he was attempting to wake his sister and the next thing he felt was a sharp kick up his behind, something unpleasant to be sure, like the time another “indentured servant” tried to have a grasp of him whilst he had a moment to himself, invasion of privacy and assault of the lowest kind, however a sharp tongue surely pushed that man away for a while.

The day would however begin and much to his dismay he would have to prepare the supplements to the highest degree, imagine, a young boy being a slave to the dregs of a dying empire. His hair was in a slump, unkempt that day whilst his grassy green eyes examined the dirtied walls that quite literally made him sick to his stomach, as if the muck was alive and attempting to grab what innocents remained whilst he resided in his “Master's” estate. It always took a while for him to attend the kitchen, by purpose as he did so enjoy annoying the watch of the human that looked after the food and made sure it wasn’t poisoned by any means, amusing, like he would be so obvious.

Thoughts of schemes ran through his mind, how he could just take a knife from the kitchen, dash past the unsuspecting guards and have his metal clever vengeance on his masters throat, the guards were lazy during the day, nothing happened for them and as such they took their boredom out on the slaves. He arrived at the kitchens only to be greeted with a pan to the face, a hammering clammer struck him so hard that he was forced to one knee holding a bloody nose, the “chief” wasn’t in the mood for faults today and the aggravation could be seen in that swine, he was a fat plump man, something you could cook and make a full ranged breakfast out of him, gruff on the outside with rough hands and a sweaty demeanour, if it rained whilst it was sunny you could bet it was the chief squeezing the liquid that was writhing around in his body fat, disgusting.

“Get to work dog! The Master’s ‘ungry and won’t be kept from his meals by you!” Ruby liquid dripped from his nose and the fires of a rage demon gripped not only his gaze but his blood, it pulsed, of course he had enough of this wretched place, he wasn’t weak, he wasn’t going to roll over and die. But then his sister came into the picture, sweet, strong but innocent like a wild rose trying to brush off winter’s cold chill, innocent, that was the only word that could go through his mind the only word that calmed him down, the only word that stopped him from frying the fat man in front of him. “Of course sir!” He stood with a smile and a hand behind his head rubbing it lightly “I’ll make it extra special with my love for his generosity to allow me to stay in his adorable home!” Enthusiasm was met with a twitch of annoyance and a guided point to his place.

His utensils awaited him like every morning, before leaving his work place he would wash up, dry and then leave his tools out for the next morning instead of wasting time taking them out of the hundreds of cupboards that infested the kitchen, of course it was spacious and had everything a cook could need, but unnecessary, one man did not need such staff, only one with greed.