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It was a warm summer day and you were tending to the courtyard. You were absolutely drenched in sweat and your breathing was more labored than usual. You didn’t know how bad it was until you collapsed to the ground of the ladder you were on to clean an archway. You felt your body hit the floor, but did not hear the crash. Everything was fuzzy and the edges around your vision were dark. You didn’t hear someone running. You didn’t hear them call out your name. You felt yourself being lifted, but the feeling was dulled. And at that point you let the darkness claim you.
When your consciousness slipped into awareness it took you a while to remember that you had passed out. Where you were didn’t feel like the hot summer afternoon you were in. In fact the ground you thought you were on was incredibly soft and cold. You shifted your position and realized you were being held, but by who?
“Easy, pet. I’ve got you,” came the sultry tones of your mistress, “You hit your head and just stopped bleeding. We don’t want to open it back up, now do we?”
You freeze and flash open your eyes, “M-my lady?” You were in a dark room that was obviously decorated to the nines in gold and ruby red. Yep, you were in your mistress’s bedroom alright.
“Hm?” she hummed.
“How did I get here, if I may ask?” you asked quietly, speaking hurt your brain so you didn’t want to use your full voice.
“I found you in the courtyard after I heard the crash,” Alcina cooed as she stroked your cheek, “I picked you up and called for a maid to bring medical supplies to us.”
“O-oh…,” you stammer. She actually tended to you. Your employer, who was known as cruel and vicious, had treated your wound. “Thank you,” you squeaked, “and why are you holding me?”
She chuckles darkly, “Why would I not help my favorite fiinţă dragă. I am cold blooded so I will cool you.”
“Favorite?!” you reply louder than you wanted.
“Shhhh, pet. Rest,” your Lady hummed as she grazed her thump across your bottom lip, “There will be plenty to discuss later.”