I waited for quite sometime outside the oaken doors, but my lady bid me to enter with a command that had both discipline and love woven into it.
At the center of the room she stands, as if she had never stood anywhere else. Her hair was braided and neatly kept, her figure a beautiful achievement of her lineage. She was nearly perfect, similar to the southern mythos of Luna, the moon goddess. Her hard countenance softened as her eyes traced my form, and she was clearly eager to give me my orders.
“Come closer, my beloved sweetling!” she says. She often gives me such nicknames. I long to enjoy them, to feel loved by them, but amid all else I feel a sharp pang of condescension. “I am in need of another young girl to receive my blessing, and I’m sure you will be able to find at least one or two suitable for my needs.”
“Of course, my lady.” I reply. Her command riles a deep hatred within me. I loathe her and her pitiful tones. I despise her wishes and darkest desires. Each command is as if she has driven a dark dagger into my being.
“Thank you, my shy starling. You know how much I appreciate you.” She says as she turns away from me.
“Certainly, my lady.” Once more, I cannot drudge up the black emotions I feel for her within the dark abyss of my mind. In fact, I can say that in this moment I almost love her.Brickshelf
has more photos, and the rest of the story (and my other stories!) can be read here.
Lots of foreshadowing here both in the writing and build, hint hint
Apologies for the delay on this, I took a bit of an involuntary hiatus from building and LEGO on account of some life stuff. Back in the game though, and ready to keep on writing and building!
C&C always welcome.