The woman was tall and beautiful, all long legs large breasts and tiny waist. Her green eyes were intellegent. Her full lips a perfect cupids bow, but the lower one was split and bleeding, and her high cheek boned face was coverd with filth, her long glossy black hiar was a matted tangle and she had a black eye, her entire pale body was coverd with bruises, and it hurt to walk. She limped badly where she hadn't before and her right wrist couldn't bend, she had once been regal, she had once been proud, but now she had no use for pride. All she wanted was quick painless death or survival. She huddled in a courner waiting or the men to come again. Sometimes it would be her they would take to be cleand and made preasentable, sometimes it was another, always by the end she wished she was back in her dank cell

ooc: I'd like to join this one..If you'll have me of course. Otherwise just disregard my post..

Ic: William pushed the door open and scanned the cell for the woman. Its was so dark down here..really not a place for a man like him. He sniffed disdaintly and gingerly stepped through the cell towards the huddled woman.
He cleared his throat and haunched beside her, "My lady. You are needed most urgently.". He reached out a long fingered hand, and gently tipped her face towards his.
While he quickly examined her state, he own face remained perfectly neutral. The long blond hair bound in a ponytail and the thin aristocratic face locked in a light arrogance. He was dressed in the white loose garbs of the head-servants. For that was indeed what he was.
"Oh my. This will not do at all my lady. Why he insist to keep you here I will never know.".
He rose to his feet and held out one of those long hands to her, bidding her to rise. "Please come with me lady, I shall assist when need." he said softly, his voice the pleasent hum of a master-butler.

The woman lifted her head, and docilly got up, her posture was good her walk elegant like that of a cat or a horse.
"I wouldn't know sir." She said bitterly, as she licked blood from her lower lip"I know the routine"

William smiled stiffly and bowed slightly, taking her gently by the arm and leading her out of the cramped cell.
In the begining he had been escorted by two guards, however it had been deemed not nessesary anymore, as the spirit and will in her was supposedly "defeated".
William had merely nodded without comment as expected of him, though in thruth he believed nothing of the sort.
He lead her out of the dungeon, past a sleeping guard, and up a narrow staircase towards the more...grand part of the palace.
They passed through halls and passageways, both knowing the route, by heart and arrived at a glorious washroom. Ivory tiles moist from the heated water, in the large center pool.
William took a look at the woman and breathed a soundless sigh as he turned his back. "Whenever you are ready my Lady..if you would be so kind.". Sometimes fate was somewhat cruel he thought and wondered if the punishment of beheading was worth a peek..

She nodded in submision, as a female bah attendant appeard, and closed heavy velvet curtains. The woman sat and allowed to the attendant to remove her filthy garments so inadiquite for her cold cell. The attendant handed her a robe and started to untangle her hair. Lollita allowed the attendant to run a brush through her hair. The attendant shook her head at the state ofLolita and poked her head out of the curtains
"What have you allowed to happen to this one? The kind will be displeased if you have been allowing oherrs to handel his goods, did you see the bruises, and one of us will surely be blaimd." She said Lollita had taken up the brush and began to brush out her hair. She soon finished and slipped into the bah water to soothe her pain

a young woman walked about the upstairs corridors of the large manor. she was bored and angry. she hated to be ignored as she was for the past few weeks. she hated being cooped up in the upper corridors. sitting at her window she sighed and arranged her skirts.

((im just dropping in, if no others jion the rp, then i'll not post again))

Williams eyes flared and his upper lip curled in a haughty snarl. "Just do your job girl and be done with it! If the lord wished his "prise" to be less damaged, he should hire eunuchs as dungeon guards!".
William had though about the same thing however, and reminded himself to have a talk with some people. He felt a pang of guilt at his role in all of this, but pushed it aside. He sat down in a chair and waited for Lollita to finish, trying not to imagine what was behind that curtain...futile of course, but worth an effort...

Lollita waited patiently for the attendant who after saying somethng under her breath came back and started to sprinkle herbs into the bath water, after which she poured in lavender oil. She handed Lollita a loofah and said "Scrub, you need to be clean." Lollita was greatful of the chance to get clean and washed her hair and body vigorusly. Whn she had finished The attendant handed her a towel and helped her get dry.
"I'll be back in a moment." Said the attendant allowing Lollita to don a robe and wrap her hair "Wait out side." Said the attendant and Lollita peeped out the curtain at the butler. She sat down in a gilded brocade chair, louis the 14th if she was correct, garish, but comfortable. She sat tall with shoulders back

William drummed his fingers impatiently on the armrest and was happy too see the woman step out from her needed bath..even though she was already robed. He let his blue eyes wander for a second over her and then regained his posture. "She will only be a minute I am sure. My Lady looks reborn if I may be so bold. Your lord will no doubt be..um..pleased and...um..yes..". he trailed off and looked away. Silence would be better...silence and averting eyes indeed.

"Thank you." She said in a voice rusted with disuse "i am afraid I cannot preasnt our mutual lord with as fine an apperence as I once maintaind, these bruises are hidious and make me hidious." She said gently prodding the one around her eye "They are painful."

He winched slightly at her voice and glanced at her, quickly balancing risk with humanity. He rose and walked quickly withdrawing a small jar from the folds of his clothing. He knelt smoothly at the side of her chair, dipping two fingers in the white salve, that filled the jar and tilting her head back gently. "Close your eyes for a moment my Lady.." he said softly and aplied a thin layer around her eye. "It will work quickly, realiving the pain somewhat. It will feel quite cold for a short while, do not be alarmed. You may open your eyes slowly now if you wish it.".
He gave her the jar and nodded politely as he started to rise. "It would be best if my Lady..ah..salved the rest of her bruised herself perhaps." He gave her a ghost of a smile, allowing a drop of warmth to slip through.
"I shall turn away of course..".

"Thank you." She said seeing the bruise began to fade in the mirrior, already her voice was getting clearer, as if wind through the dusty tunelles of her throught had swept out all the dust and cob webs, it was a husky, smokey voice and pleasnt to hear. She took the jar and turnd her back to him as she dipped a finger into the salve and rubbed it on five small bruiseson the collar bone, she had been grabbed there
the salve was cold but soothing
"I am afriad i do not know your name." She said biting her lowe lip

He turned his head slightly, catching her form out of the very corner of his eye. When she spoke he quickly turned back to watching the door of the room. "I apologize my Lady, I suposse there have been little time for introductions. I am William Durand, head servant and master of the household here, after my father before me.". He stopped himself before ranting on about himself. She had enough on her mind no doubt, and it was not his place to talk with nobility...even when they were held captive.
He allowed himself a quick glance. Just to check if she was robed again of course...

She turnd her head "What?" She asked tempted to open her robe and get the trobbing bruise on her abs, but she waied not wanting for another man to see things only she should know of. Her dark green eyes glanced nervously around the room, she began to get a bruise on her ankle and then one on her calf "Please turn back around I shall have to disrobe." she said matter of factly

He rolled his eyes at himself and forced himself to fix his gaze on a specific tile on the wall in front of him. "Of course. Pay me no mind." he said resting his hands behind his back and trying to imagine himself somewhere else.
A strand of his hair had rebeled against him and fell into his eye. He blew it away irritably.

*The Demon Peered out from her prision into the upper corridors. There was a woman pacing without aim up and down them, After centurys trapped within her prision she had had ample time to practice telepathy, nothing strong of course the spell of course stopped all major skills. Even when she tried her hardest she could only project a mere wisper into the minds of those that came close to her prision. Her prison of course was a great mirror within the masters grand chamber. It remained above his bed and it pleased him that I should dwell there for all eternity, only to obey him in hopes of being freed one day. After much practice however she had learnt how to travel in between all of the mirrors with in quite a large radius, She often enjoyed appearing in the mirrors of the villigers only to scare them into breaking thier own mirror. The girl seemed troubled by something I of course didnt know. I preceded to wait and watch for a possible oportunity*

"Thank you." She said, gazing down and opening the robe to rub cream into her left breast "Thank you again." She put cream on her abdomen and on her left thigh she closed the robe and tapped him on the shoulder
"Youcan turn around if you wish." She said sitting gracefully down as she felt her bruises heal

celtus, walked a bit more and finaly layed down on the bed looking briefly at the large profile mirror near the balcony. she sighed and closed her eyes, she hated being trapped in this room wating for him to come.

*Kurai Tried as hard as she could to project her words to the girl lying on the bed*

Hey you wake up, no your not crazy this is someone else talking. Hello!, Can you here me I need your help.? Ummm helloo, please tell me you can hear me.

*She slumped down pressed her face against the glass and mumbled to herself.*

celtus sat up and frowned, she looked around and saw no one. thinking clearly she thought of the few itmes she had practiced her telepath abilities. she adressed the vioce.."hello? where are you?"

William almost jumped at her tap, not having heard her drawing near. "I..hope that relieves some of the..discomfort." he said stuttering slightly. Like being a boy again...get yourself together!
He turned around and watch the woman move easier...he wonder if it would in fact do her any good in the long run.
"My Lady..I hope you do not mind me asking, but I know little of your history. How did you come to this place in these dark times?". He was speaking to frankly, and knew it, but curiosity took the better of him..

"Trechery and idiots brought me here, I was a queen with a crown atop my head, and I had become queen a 17 years of age, when my esteemd mother died, and my advisors, some stupid, some schemeing sent me here on a mission of diplomacy, needless to stay I was kept against my will, the king calls me his war prize, but I was won in no honorable battle, not that that would help me, but it would serve to stop his vainity a bit."

William watched her face shift as she remembered the past. He felt guilty for ripping up her memories of an easier time, but was strangly pleased that not every shard of defiance had left her. Yet.
He glanced to the door, wondering how long the other servant would be gathering the clothing his master had requested.
"It is a sad fate that has brought you herer my Lady, I would wish it had not befallen you. My master was not always the creature you know. Something seems to have changed, though I know not what.".
He paused and didn't know what to tell her. She had lived through more ordeals that he could dream and anything he could offer would be patronizing.
"I cannot do much without my master taking notice, but I shall...see which of my Lady's ailments I can ease".
He bowed a curt little bow and then sat down too wait for the clothing to arrive..

*Kurai was extatic that she got the womans attention, she continued to strain herself into being heard.*

"The Mirror, come over to the mirror."

*Kurai grinned wildly at her succes, no one had ever given her any attention before this. She stood and waited for the woman to approach*

She nodded and wonderd absently when her clothing was goingg to arrive, the robe was not of sturdy material, a light satin, that allowed her to shiver. Just as she was getting really uncomfortable the maid arrived bearing a gown a pair of slippers and a large number of complex under garments
"Here we are now, sir if you wouldn't mind holding these for a second." Said the maid handing the entire pile over to the butler

"My pleasure to be sure", he remarked dryly and shifted the balance of the omniously leaning pile to avoid dropping it all.
On top of the pile was a piece of cloth with so many holes and decorations, he couldn't seem to even place which part of the body it was to cover. Or perhaps more along the line of amplification.
He arched an eyebrow slightly, but kept quiet. It was no use anyway really....women...

The maid thanked him perfunctorilly and turnd to Lolita "Now let me see." The amid bit her lower lip in a contemplitive fashion, clearly whattever she was thinking about was of at least moderate importance "Sir Durand, when did his lordship want her?" Said the maid as she scooted Lolita over to another chair this one infront of a mirrior. The maid took up a stick of fine Nubian kohl and steadied Lolitas face with her fee hand as she started to carefully line her eyes

"There is no great rush. She is too "atend" a social gathering of rich nobelmen and act as his..ah..companion." he finished crisply.
He watched the maid work expertly and thought about what his master would classify as a "social gathering". He gave an unnoticeble shudder at that particular though..

she walked cuatoutsly to the mirror and looked in. she sighed and her eyes widened realizing there was someone within.

"are you alright?!"

*She jumped up and bounced around gleefully.*

"Yeah ^^ you can hear me you can here me!"

*She pressed her face to the mirrior.*

"Ok heres the deal luv, The guy who owns this castle im sure you know him right. he's no fun at all. About 600 years ago he sealed me in these mirrors and I need you to help me get out. Ill do what ever you ask of me if you let me out but i really really really need to get out of here, as im sure you can tell Im loosing my mind already. Years of solituded and entrapment would do that to you, you know."

*She smiled through the mirror at her new best friend.*

"You'll Help me right?... It could be rather dangerous like if he finds you doing this he may kill you, really slowly too, im kindof his favorite toy so the faster we do this the better."

Lolita turnd around, she bit her lower lip "Again, why me, isn't there that other woman?" She asked in a slightly whiney tone, sometimes she got what she wanted, sometimes she didn't, not that it really matterd there would always be a next time

William frowned and shook his head apologetic. "I am afraid my Lord was quite specific in requesting your company my Lady". He stepped closer and glanced to the maid. "Besides some of my Lord's other..women..is somewhat different than yourself". He thought of the great hall of mirrors, where that disturbing creature was trapped. There were other women locked away in various prisons as well. Some were more strange than others. He recalled walking past a heavy metal door once and hearing something huge slither around just beyond it, and a slightly lisping voice calling his name.
He wen't through many things to avoid that part af the palace.
He drew his breath sharply and looked to the maid, "Is she ready?".

jade looked at her. she knew the master, she also wondered what she had done to deserve being trapped for so long in his mirror. she looked at her for a moment. if he wanted her locked in here, she wouldnt be alone.

"how can i get you out?"

The maid gave William an evil look and said "Men" As she began to grind carmine for Lolita's lips, of course the response made very little sense, because if men didn't care how a woman looked his lordship wouldn't notice. Lolita sighed and handed the maid a vial of oil to add to the carmine. The maid liked to do any job she was given thouroughly

"You will help ^^, Great, hmm ok heres what you need to do. You need to get into the masters chambers for starters, I know its hard and very risky but theres no other way than getting in there. Dont worry about being caught I can see the whole palace through the mirrors. I'll just let you know when to hide, there should be a hand mirror in the drawer of that buero over there, keep it with you."

"Once your in I'll contact you again, mean while I'll be making sure the coast is clear."

The young headservant rolled his eyes and returned to his chair, watching them work at refining the womans raw beauty.
His father had died only a short 5 years back, leaving William as his more or less willing succesor. He still lacked the patience and quiet dignity that would only come with age. Many of the maids and servants had known him since he was just a boy, and it still seemed strange to give them orders..
He closed his eyes and allowed himself to lean back, letting the rigid mask drop and remembering times gone past..

Lolita wanted to squirm to prolong the prosess, but then his lorship, she spat at the title, might be angry, such a threat. She thought bitterly. as the maid started to fix her hair. Arrenging the dark waves into a chignon at the base of her neck.
Lolita said something to the maid like "But, of course you'd be jobless without them."
"I'd get by, the world would at least make some sense."

"I douby even without men the world would make sense." Said Lolita bitterly as the maid finished and she started tto get dressed behind a screen the maid unfolded for her

ooc: If this is a closed rp, please disregard this post, and tell me, I'll delete it.

IC:


Lord Derevan was barely into his 20th year when his father passed on, and left his beatiful country in his son's novice hands. A mere six months later, and Derevan was already on his way to attend his first political banquet. To say he was nervous would have been an understatement. Fortunately he had been well schooled in the art of negotiation, and other lords would be attending. He hoped that his small country would not be focused on much. He had been stting in this damned carriage for over a day and a half to reach the hosting Lords capitol. It was comfortable, and much smoother than the average carriage, but sitting still was not one of his favorite activities. According to the driver they were close. The gods be praised.

Finally 2 hours later, the small procession reached the manor, and Derevan stepped into the sunlight. He was a strapping 6' 1" and in his 21st year. Eldest son of the late Lord Emanuel, and bore the families trademark visage, sandy brown hair, and fair skin. He was escorted into the manor by colorfully armored guards and lower rank noblemen that would serve as advisers.

Meanwhile, a page scurried down the hall to the room where Lady Lolita was being prepared to be shown off to the guests. He poked his head into the room and bobbed his head up and down while talking, 'Ma'am?' he adressed the handmaiden who was bustling about, perfuming and makeuping Lolita, 'shall I tell the lord that Lady Lolita will be ready soon? Guests are arriving.'

The maid nodded "Yes, she's almost ready." Said the maid "I'm ***** it took so long." The maid was a good actress and as much as she disliked the gaurd she was quite good at being defferantial. If you couldn't act here you were dead almost as soon as you walked in the door

ooc: Er, what is this guys name, for future reference?

'I'm sure our Lord shall be most pleased' a strained smile crossed the boys lips and he skittered back down the hall.

Meanwhile, Derevan was shown to his room, which was soemthing of a small house in and of itself, they were told that the Lord of their realm would be introduced to them in the main hall in under an hour, so that they would have time to settle in.

Lollita finished dressing and came out from behind the screen. The gown was ornate, silver and jet black satin with a wide crinoline and a deep decollatage. Silver hung from her neck and ear lobes, jet beeds and grey pearls sparkled at her writs and at her throat she was a woman transformd. All the old haughtiness regaind for a moment and then lost as she coverd her face in her black gloved hands.
"That you."
OOC: What guy?

OOC: I think the name he is looking for is the name of the Many times mentioned and mysterious "Lord". I think we still need a player to take up his crown and scepter ;) Unless Mew is going to godmod him? Its your story after all..

William was shook awake by the young guards slamming of the door, and the transformed woman stunned him for an instant. "It is time then yes?" making a statement more than an actual question.
He rose and smoothed out his clothes. He smiled slightly to the maid. "You have possibly outdone yourself. Circumstances aside your work is exellent.".
He turned to Lolita. "My Lady..when you are ready, we should..grace the reception with your presence. I shall walk with you untill such a time where our lord deems it worthy to join the masses.".
He held out his arm and waited..

OOC: *nods emphatically* Yep, him..the..er..high lord, shall we say? You gonna take his role, mew?

IC: Derevan waited inside his lavish room as his servants, and the servants of his advisers scurried about, making the room more homely. He heard another procession or two trundle by, and assumed that some other guests were being shown in as well. Finally, a servant of the hosting Lord knocked upon his door, and beckoned he follow him to the main ahll, where the hosting Lord would introduce himself, and a small dinner would follow for the sake of making acquaintences.

Derevan stood, and he and his advisors followed the servant to the main hall.

OOC: I'm keeping the lord nameless to allow whoever wishes to take him up to allow as much freedom with the charecter as possible
IC: Lollita smiled softly "I suppose I'm ready now. If I may ask, what event is this? Corronation or some such bosh i expect, there's always a power behind the throne, a puppetmaster." She said the soft smile to a wry bitter one. She moved, the dress made a charecteristic swishing noise "I'm ouit of practise with hese damn things." She took another step this one was silent. better she thought

Lord Derevan and other lords of neighboring country-states were seated at a long table in a magnificant hall. Lord (blank) stood at the head of the table, and some high official of his court sat the foot of the table. Lord (blank) addressed the crowd of rulers and/or parties thereof. He conducted a long, colorful speech about hospitality and the lack of need of the chaos brough by war. This and that about political ties, and the recurring word 'peace'. Lord derevan listened patiently, working the words over in his mind so as not to fall into a trance. Finally, Lord (Blank) sat, and a guard walked to his side and whispered in his ear. Lord (blank) nodded, and then the hall was filled with the lords and ladies of the hosting court. They had not been allowed to be seated until after the guests, as was courtesy. In any case, the guard walked to an ajoining door and called, 'Lady Lolita, Lord (Blank) wishes for your presence.'

As this happened, the guests and such were presented with fine meats and foods, delicious wines, and fresh greens. Lord Derevan picked at his food, not very hungry.

Lollita walked in sitently, her posture was perfect her height apparent she waited for William "Thank you." She mouthd as she glanced around the table wondering where his lordship was. She pursed her lips she couldn't see him, they're ere probably place cards, but she couldn't very well walk around the table hunting for her place

Lord (Blank) stood and walked over to Lady Lollita, and walked her around to a seat next to his, parading her around like a showhorse. He then seated her next to a few other of his prized ladies. Before her was a plate was a bit of salad. It seemed she and a couple of the other women sitting near Lord (blank) had captured some of the younger lords/noblemen attention. Despite the fine clothing, the young women did not contrast well with the older, graying Lord (Blank).

OOC: If you want a name for lord shosis, I'll make one up for you
IC: Lolita sat down and waited for his lordship o take a bite of food first, after he did she lefted her salad fork gracefully and chewd happilly on some of the greens, the dressing was tart and deliscious over tamatoe and lettuce, with some young tender basil

One of the other women beside her she may recognize. A captive like her, and obviously the keeper of a broken spirit. Her face was a plastic smile, but her eyes were hollow, almost unseeing, like some of the other women surrounding her and her lord.

Derevan continued to nibble some, staring openly at Lollita. A fellow lord seemed to be captivated by another near her. As the dinner drug on, smalltalk began to ensue, Lords greeting each other and exchanging names and such.