My lady’s chambers are down the hall, concealed behind large oaken doors. Every day I wait beyond those doors for my lady to permit entry. She is very much fickle about these things.
The oak doors are also where I bring my lady the young women in order for them to be blessed. Beautiful young girls, all of them. When I informed each of them that my lady wished to bless them, they grew excited and prideful. If they only knew.
The donjon surrounding me is immensely and deathly quiet. All of my lady’s guards were specially chosen, the best of those available, she had told me. But I knew the truth behind the silent guards. I know that they are not silent because they are dutiful. No, it is much simpler than that.
They are silent because they lack tongues. It is evident enough in their pained eyes, the way they search desperately for some way to convey their thoughts. Looking for a way to scream, I imagine.
My lady’s presence is enough to turn worry into tangible fear, though. The only source of human connection for them is either through her or me, and I fear neither is at all satisfactory for a silenced soul.
A few of the guards are sometimes asked to help my lady in her blessings. Those who are chosen appear to carry a greater sense of pain and ache following the event. I do not envy them.
While my lady is quite harsh and strict with them, she is very caring for me. I am allowed to keep my tongue at least. The accommodations could be nicer, but at this point I hardly know anything else.
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