Introductions

It seemed that the women were flooded with stories, most in which Cordelia had been present for. Cordelia refused to speak up about her difficulties, seeing as how it would not change anything. It would not take away her sleepless nights, and it would not take away her curiosity onto how Alyona escaped, and if she survived. Pushing herself off the door frame, she paced across the room towards the dining table. No one stopped what they were doing to move out of her way, they all stayed focused on Tyreth and his delighted task.

Grasping at a golden apple, one of the last from this past season, she sunk her white incisors into the skin. Natural sugar dripped onto her full lips, causing her to groan in pleasure at the taste. Pulling the apple away from her mouth, a chunk was now missing from the apple. Chewing with delight, she turned the apple over in her right hand, eyeing the one bruise towards the bottom. It should not have surprised her, that even the food would be of lower quality if it were to be served to slaves.

Tossing the apple up in the air and catching it, she halted her motion and her eyes darted towards the door. A loud knock echoed through the house, causing momentary silence amongst women. Seeing Maxine’s eyes dart towards Cordelia, as if to give her a demand, Cordelia cleaned her teeth with her tongue and placed the apple on the table. The doorway was being over occupied by Maxine and Lily, but Maxine was the only one who demanded that Cordelia make an effort to avoid nudging her. Cordelia did no such thing. Pushing past Maxine, she smirked to herself as she could heard Maxine’s scoff. Making her way to the foyer, her hips swaying with every stride, she pulled open the door and folded her hands at her navel.

Cordelia bowed her head in acknowledgement of Randel Cartwright’s ranking. A genuine smile pulled at the corner of her lips as she pushed door open further, taking the chance to eye the men around him. “Randal Cartwright! What a pleasure it is to see you again,” she opened her posture towards the inside of the house, gesturing entrance with her right hand. “Please, do come in. I am sure you will find yourself pleased with the new Master, and I am sure he would love to meet you,” she said.

Cordelia stood straight, proud of the skin she was in. The half that delighted in the males gaze became prominent in thought, and she smirked at how she could say no to them now.