(Requiem) Thank heavens for little girls.
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writing_shadowsCharlotte was going to be a governess.
It left prickles on her skin when she thought about working with the child, a discomfiting dissonance between the aspects she was keenly aware still made up who she was.
Irene discovered a hidden sorrowful feeling of loss for her own child, taken away to be another Conditioned Servitor so many years ago.
Agnes looked forward to the challenge that sole control of the transformation of an ill-educated young person to an intelligent and mannered servant (and perhaps someday childe of her employer) would bring.
Marie was keenly aware how close Stefan was to her, how flirtatious.
The rest, for now, were quiet.
Beyond all that, the pay was fair, and it meant she had further protection if it was needed. She would have agreed to just the protection, if she was honest, but the money would help too.
She still stung from having been dropped so wholly by her family. Nearly a hundred years' work ruined by someone else's stupid, foolhardy mistake. Everything she knew gone in the stopping of a heartbeat, all comfort and security vanished and replaced by the Beast and an ability to sleep in dirt.
She would build herself up once more. If she had to serve occasionally, she would; she was not so fiercely opposed now as she had been in her first month or two.
The important thing was that overall she was free and independent now. Nobody else could betray her. She wouldn't let them.
What she would do was pass her lessons on.
It left prickles on her skin when she thought about working with the child, a discomfiting dissonance between the aspects she was keenly aware still made up who she was.
Irene discovered a hidden sorrowful feeling of loss for her own child, taken away to be another Conditioned Servitor so many years ago.
Agnes looked forward to the challenge that sole control of the transformation of an ill-educated young person to an intelligent and mannered servant (and perhaps someday childe of her employer) would bring.
Marie was keenly aware how close Stefan was to her, how flirtatious.
The rest, for now, were quiet.
Beyond all that, the pay was fair, and it meant she had further protection if it was needed. She would have agreed to just the protection, if she was honest, but the money would help too.
She still stung from having been dropped so wholly by her family. Nearly a hundred years' work ruined by someone else's stupid, foolhardy mistake. Everything she knew gone in the stopping of a heartbeat, all comfort and security vanished and replaced by the Beast and an ability to sleep in dirt.
She would build herself up once more. If she had to serve occasionally, she would; she was not so fiercely opposed now as she had been in her first month or two.
The important thing was that overall she was free and independent now. Nobody else could betray her. She wouldn't let them.
What she would do was pass her lessons on.
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