Primrose's Chambers

Prim her mouth would drop open when they entered the bedroom. She was not entirely sure what they were there for but it was absolutely beautiful. She quickly set the plate down on one of the simple dressers, as she felt like she might drop it right then and there.

The room was a decent size, but nobody would have called it big. It was simply decorated with beautiful and luxurious furniture. The bed looked soft and comfortable and there was a small stand with a mirror where one normally would put on their make-up. Other then that there was a small bookshelve with a handful of books and a closet where clothes could be put. The floor was of a polished marble and looked like it was never before stained and seemed easy to clean. Somehow the thought of blood drops being easy to get off the tile if it would ever spil, crossed her mind.

She would turn towards Lucile, wondering what exactly they were doing here.

This was all for her? Her mouth dropped even further. Even just spending her nights here would be like a dream came true. It was definelty something that was lifting her spirits. More than anything she wanted to jump on the bed and feel just how comfortable it would be, but she had already made to many mistakes today. She would not allow her anymore, especially since Lucile had been so patient with her. "Thank you, my Lady," she said with a genuine smile on her face.

"Could I have some painting supplies? If that would be alright with you, of course, my Lady." she dared to ask while keeping her eyes down to the floor. She had always liked to paint, though she had not been able to get a load of practice in, supplies always ran dry. She had found herself used mashed berries and plants for her dyes, but even those became too valuable to use in such ways.

To the question if she would remain in her room, she only nodded. She was sure she could manage at least that.

When the doors would close behind Lucile, Prim finally found herself able to relax. She quickly put a few pieces of a fruit and dipped them in the chocolate for her to eat and that helped her to calm down even more. She felt her muscles relax and her heart beat finally turned into a relaxing mode, as it had been rising the whole day. She was very tired because of it.

She would then sit down the chair that was put in front of the little make-up dresser and look at herself in it. She barely recognized the girl before her. Her hair was shiny and clear and so was her skin. The dress looked beautiful on her, but somehow it made her feel like it wasn't her wearing it when she saw it in the mirror. The collar just made it even less like her own image that she saw in the mirror. She would run her fingers over the gold metal and the glass and jewels that were in it. It was heavy, very heavy. She had been feeling the weight on her neck ever since she had gotten it, but she told herself she would get used to it. Other than the weight it was not uncomfortable after all.

She would leave the mirror soon after and start to pluck at the strings that were tying her corset together. She soon felt relieve as it stopped hugging her waist and she could breathe in and out fully again. She would make it drop to the floor and soon took off the dress as well, being careful not to tear it. She would put it all folded in the chair and walked to the dresser to find something more comfortable to wear. In the end, she found a long nightdress made a black silk and put in on herself. Already she felt a bit better.

She would take the tray with the fruit and chocolate and move it to one of the stands next to the bed and lay down on top of the covers. Her eyes instantly started to way heavy and she only then realized just how tired she was. She turned up with her head in the pillows and would soon find herself falling asleep, still on top of the covers.

Prim wouldn't rouse, the day had left her too tired. She was in a deep and dreamless sleep, her body lying as still as it could. Only her breathing would move her chest up and down slightly. Her knees were slightly curled towards her chest while she was laying on her side. Her hands tugged under the pillow as it was held to her head and neck. Only the long black nightgown covering her body.

For a short while, Prim wouldn't wake. It was only till her night gown was being moved up her leg that her eyed would open. She would suddenly sit up and look right at Bruno, fear immediatly appearing in her eyes. She would lounge herself to the other end of the bed, away from him.

"Y-you arn't supposed to be here!" Was all she could manage to say.

She would struggle against him but his grip was too strong. One hand would try to take the hand away that was clasped over her mouth as the other tried to prevent him from getting on top of her. Both thise attempts failed as her body was simply to weak compared to his.

She would not relax and her breathing would be pretty rapid and her eyes big as she looked at him. She tried to nod, hoping he would release the grip from her mouth.

She would well feel it. And it would only confirm her suspicion of why he was there. She would find herself looking around her trying to find a way out. From where she lay she could reach the pot with plate that the chocolate had been set on, but she didn't knew if she would be strong enough to lift it. She felt trapped.

Tears would fill her eyes. She should have had the door locked! She wanted to scream for help but somehow it got stuck in her throat. "Please.. don't." Was all she could get out.

Jusr as she thought she might have finally found her voice, the door next to them opened. Just like Bruno her head would swing towards it to see who it was and she was quite surprised to find Reckov there.

The next part seemes to happen in a blur to her. She would be freed from Bruno's grasp and sat upright against the back of the bed, pulling the blanket as far up to her chin as she could. The tears far free amongst her cheeks though she felt to scared to sob. All she could do was watch the fight happen and eventually see how Bruno ran out the door.

This did not make her feel any better though. The fight remindes her of two.male cats fighting over who could mate with the female. Even though Reckov had given her no reason to feel afraid towards him, her mind was sure he only saved her so he could take her for himself.

Something about him seemed to calm her down and the fact he stayed at the end of the room also made her feel more comfortable. Thought the grab on the blanket never failed her, her knuckles white with tension.

"I-i think I am alright.. thank you." She said looking at him.

He sure as different then Bruno. Where Bruno reminded her of a wild beast, Reckov seemed to submit an aura of calmness. Even if she hadn't felt it during the fight, it now seemed obvious to her. "Will he come back for me...?" She asked, turning her gaze towards the door that was still opened slightly.