Post by Lady Desari on Feb 12, 2009 13:05:25 GMT -5
She sat in the solar for about an hour after her sister left. She took a long look around and sighed. Heaving her self out of the chair, she was sure the stitching from the leather was imprinted on her arse, she went into the hall and cursed her self. God she had let everything basically go to hell in the last year and it ended today.
She rounded up the staff, she was surprised they had all stayed. For the next four hours, the castle was cleaned from top to bottom. All the linen was washed and hung to dry in the sun. All the floors were swept and fresh, dried herbs now hung in all the rooms. The kitchen was cleaned out and fresh bread was now baking in the oven. She had taken inventory of everything they would need to do within the next week and planned a trip to the farming village. The hall was now sparkling clean, the bar stocked and a fire now burned in the hearth. Her solar would wait til tomorrow. Making her way back up the stairs, she stopped at the door that would lead into her rooms. She was reclaiming her space. Shoving the door open, her and Sara tackled the room. The bed was made with fresh sheets, dried lavender hung in the wardrobe, Vincent's things were packed up and moved into the wine cellar. She wasn't ready to part with them just yet. When all was said and done dusk was approaching and she was tired. She told Sara to have a plate of cheese, fruit and fresh bread, along with a bottle of wine sent to her room.
Stripping off her clothes, she took a bath and scrubbed every inch of her body. She remembered what her sister said and took care of her breath. Walking into the room, she sat at the vanity and brushed out her hair. Donning a clean night gown, she sat before the fire and ate. It was the first time she had noticed that she was starving. It was going to take her a while to regain her weight and strength. Tomorrow after dealing with the solar, she would work out with her sword. If the enemy came knocking tomorrow she would be in deep shit. Standing, she took the tray and placed on the table next to her door. She would take care of it in the morning. She crawled in bed. Staring up at the canopy, she thought to her self. Well, if his ghost did show up, he would see that she was taking her life back. Maybe just maybe she would get through this. And with that last thought, she drifted to sleep.
She rounded up the staff, she was surprised they had all stayed. For the next four hours, the castle was cleaned from top to bottom. All the linen was washed and hung to dry in the sun. All the floors were swept and fresh, dried herbs now hung in all the rooms. The kitchen was cleaned out and fresh bread was now baking in the oven. She had taken inventory of everything they would need to do within the next week and planned a trip to the farming village. The hall was now sparkling clean, the bar stocked and a fire now burned in the hearth. Her solar would wait til tomorrow. Making her way back up the stairs, she stopped at the door that would lead into her rooms. She was reclaiming her space. Shoving the door open, her and Sara tackled the room. The bed was made with fresh sheets, dried lavender hung in the wardrobe, Vincent's things were packed up and moved into the wine cellar. She wasn't ready to part with them just yet. When all was said and done dusk was approaching and she was tired. She told Sara to have a plate of cheese, fruit and fresh bread, along with a bottle of wine sent to her room.
Stripping off her clothes, she took a bath and scrubbed every inch of her body. She remembered what her sister said and took care of her breath. Walking into the room, she sat at the vanity and brushed out her hair. Donning a clean night gown, she sat before the fire and ate. It was the first time she had noticed that she was starving. It was going to take her a while to regain her weight and strength. Tomorrow after dealing with the solar, she would work out with her sword. If the enemy came knocking tomorrow she would be in deep shit. Standing, she took the tray and placed on the table next to her door. She would take care of it in the morning. She crawled in bed. Staring up at the canopy, she thought to her self. Well, if his ghost did show up, he would see that she was taking her life back. Maybe just maybe she would get through this. And with that last thought, she drifted to sleep.
