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Wild

It was early in the morning. The sun rose above the horizon and colored the sky in a golden light. On the green fields outside the noble Syron Manor, a 17 year old girl was moving towards the kitchen entrance, carrying two buckets of water.

She was young and slender built, with bright blond curls under the white cap, her cheeks rosy from the cool breeze outdoors. Her hips swayed slowly from side to side as she carried the buckets of water, and there was a soft rustle from her blue skirts when she walked.

The young girl was named Martha, and she had recently arrived to the Syron Household as one of the youngest helpers in the kitchen. Her task was to carry water to the kitchen and help serving the meal to the members of the Syron family.

Finally she reached the kitchen, and she moved quickly to the barrel which was supposed to contain the water the servants needed for their cooking. She poured the water from both buckets, making sure the barrel was full before she placed the lid back on.

"Good girl," her mother said as she stood by the oven and prepared breakfast for the Syrons. "The breakfast is ready. Take this tray and bring it to young Master Rasul, will you? I will fill the plates for Lord and Lady Syron in the meanwhile..."

Martha nodded and took the tray, carrying it upstairs to the room where young Lord Rasul resided. Balancing the tray on one hand, she used the vacant hand to knock on the door, before opening it to serve the breakfast as she was instructed.

Coma

**If anything could be said of him, it was that Rasul Syron was not a morning person.  When he woke, it was well after all the servants had begun their days – they had been told to move quietly around their chores to avoid waking the family they served... but some things couldn't be helped.  Even though the house was a fair way from the little farm that supplied the Syrons and their servants with dairy and eggs, the sounds of the animals being fed and watered could still travel quite far and often spelled the end of his slumber.**

**He pulled his lithe, athletic 25-year-old form from the bed; still half-asleep despite himself and began the usual tiresome routine of washing and dressing, eventually slumping himself at his oaken desk in front of the window in order to try and force his body into waking up a little more.  He stretched in his chair, his naturally muscular arms pulling backwards and his handsome head turning slightly to watch as the servants bustled this way and that in the grounds beneath his second-floor window.**

**He was aware that his parents had only this week agreed to provide work to a poor peasant family, down on their luck.  It was typical of their kindness – they already had enough servants to do the work around here... but his mother hated the thought of turning a needy family away and would have talked his father around to the idea of employing them and giving them a room in the servants' cottage nearby to call their own.  Chances were that ordinarily they would be expected to work in exchange for this room and food... but his parents likely had agreed to pay them as well...**

**If this were the case, the family were lucky.  Many in their situation would have needed to sell their children into slavery in order to make ends meet... Lord and Lady Syron were rather different in this day and age.  Whether that was a good or bad thing for them remained to be seen... they were undoubtedly those who would one day take advantage of their kindness...**

**There was a faint knock at the door, enough to pull him from his thoughts.  He allowed his 6ft tall form to settle more properly in his chair, his dark eyes moving from the window to the doorway instead.  His hair was still a little disheveled from sleep – he would normally have preferred to comb it or slick it back with water before being seen... but what did it matter?**

"Come."

**His voice held a note of authority to it, even though his throat still felt dry from sleep.  As the door opened and a young girl entered, he allowed his head to incline to the side.  He knew the servants well enough – and did not recognise her... unusually, for him, he found himself curious and his voice reached out to question her; the sharp intellect in his words quite apparent...**

"You're of the new family... how many of you are there?"

Wild

The servants had been up and working since early this morning. They started their own days with breakfast, then the men went to work in the fields and with the work men traditionally did on the Manor. The women started doing their chores taking care of the household and the animals and other traditional feminine work tasks. They worked as quietly as they could to not disturb the Master and his family, but they could not help it if any of the animals made sounds when they were fed and cared for.

Martha worked indoors, helping her mother to prepare the meal for Lord and Lady Syron, and for the ones of their children that were home from school or work. Having done this type of work before, she worked fast and accurate with the meals. Even if she was only 17 tears of age she was already an inspired cook. After all, her mother was a great cook and had brought her daughter with her to work from she was old enough to walk.

Young Martha entered the room when she was invited to come inside. Her bright blue eyes looked shyly towards the lithe, athletic 25-year old young Lord who stretched in the chair when she entered. He had naturally muscular arms, and even if he sat more properly in his chair when she came inside, she couldn't help but noticing how strong he was.

Looking at his face she noticed his hair was dark and a little disheveled from sleep and that his eyes were also dark, in a color very different from the colors of the men in her own family. In other words, her new Master was a very attractive man. She realized she was staring, and lowered her bright blue eyes shyly, offering a deep curtsy after entering the room, just like her parents had taught her.

"Your breakfast is served, Mylord," she said quietly, moving towards the table to place the tray with his breakfast there.

After serving the breakfast, she was prepared to retreat and leave him some privacy to eat, but the young Lord did not dismiss her just yet. Being the loyal and obedient maidservant she was, she remained where she was, waiting for his words of dismissal.

But the words of dismissal did not come. Instead he noticed she was of the new family, and she looked shyly up at him again, her bright blue eyes framed by long, dark eyelashes in a pale and heartshaped face surrounded by light blond curls under the white cap worn by maidservants.

"We are three, Mylord," she replied softly. "My father John, my mother Mary and me, Martha. We would have been four if my little sister Emma had not died from starvation on our journey here. We are very grateful to be allowed to work for your family, Mylord... Thank you so much for your kindness..."


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