Who am I?
Until a few months ago, I thought I knew. But now I’m not so sure.
Oh, of course, I know the basics. My name is Marian. I’m Eyrien. I wear the Purple Dusk. I’m a hearth witch. But now the list has grown… where shall I start?
I recently arrived in Kaeleer, after some… trouble. Lady Angelline helped me, and even signed a contract for me to serve in her Eighth Circle so that I could stay in Kaeleer. She said I would only have to cook a meal or two for her every now and then, but after learning she couldn’t cook at all, I thought it would be a wonderful idea to give her lessons.
After one lesson, I revised my opinion. Lady Angelline is a wonderful person, and a wonderful Queen, but she will never be allowed to cook anywhere near my kitchen ever again. I still can’t quite bring myself to cook eggs after that… experience.
I currently work for Prince Lucivar Yaslana. I am his housekeeper, and if I’m not mistaken, I am also the gatekeeper. At least, it certainly seemed that way the last time I had to refuse Lady Roxie entrance to his eyrie. After one meeting with her, having Ebon-gray locks on his doors makes so much more sense.
My relationship with Lucivar is… complicated. He is technically my employer, after all. But lately my feelings for him have been less business and more… personal. The way he treats me… it’s almost as if he wants more. But does he? I don’t know! I can’t tell! He can be so harsh, but behind the harshness… there’s something there, something more. When he first told me he was going to teach me how to defend myself, I was so frustrated! Mother Night, why was it necessary for me to learn how to use Eyrien sticks? I first thought it was boredom, but I came to find out… he cared about my safety. He wanted to know that if he wasn’t there, I would be able to take care of myself. And when he promised to teach me how to fly again… my heart nearly burst. Here was someone who understood just what my wings meant to me, who wouldn’t let me give up. Finally someone believed I was more than just a hearth witch, someone who does nothing important. For the first time, someone wanted me to win. And I knew then he would do everything in his power to help me.
So… who am I? I’m not entirely sure anymore.
But I can’t wait to find out!
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