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Some Kind of Paradise (butterfly0408/gray)

"You owe me nothing master. Truly," she almost seemed worried. "I would rather things be just like this from now until the end of time then go with this Lord Dorshire you speak of. There is nothing to forgive. It was all my fault. You have nothing to be sorry for, but even you think you do then your slave forgives you master." She bowed her head slightly. She was gone. His lover was lost in her own brainwashed head once again. It would take more then words to bring her back to him at this point, but what could bring her back to believing in his love?
 
As he watched her go, Roland knew already that he would need much more to prove to her the truth of his words. Standing there, looking after her as she went, a thought entered his head. Roland had never been one to here voices, and this wasn't going to be a time to start, however, it was the closest he'd ever come, and ever would. Right there, in the back of his head, almost giving him a shiver; you know what you need to do.

Typically a phrase such as that would be ominous, but he knew it came only from the part of his mind that was still thinking, the part that was actually working constructively to find a solution to this problem. Sighing as she walked out of sight, he hung his head for a moment, knowing it was true. Smiling in spite of himself, he cast his eyes out the window, feeling like such an event should have happened in the evening, yet there was still much tome left in the day. Pausing, he considered that, mulling it over. Something bothered him about it. Today.. Some part of him that nagged him about it, and for a moment, he stood chewing his lip. Then, with a sudden widening of his eyes, he wiped his head back around, looking at the door where she had departed. "Today of all days.." He murmured under his breathe, shaking his head again. Well then, perhaps he could do one small thing more for her, before he undertook what he knew would be a likely lengthily task. Walking from the room, he headed to the kitchens.
 
Eden wandered the halls a little while, passing the library, only glancing in before turning her face from it. No, she'd never go in there again. She passed the entrance to the gardens. She'd never go out there again either. No, there was nothing for her to go but watch her figure for her master to enjoy and sit and wait every day for him. Slowly, she made her way back to her room and everything seemed to come full circle again as she sat herself down upon one of the chairs and just started into nothing. Waiting. She didn't think he would come today after the conversations of this morning, but perhaps tomorrow. It would not be that long of a wait. That was what she tried to tell herself while she was screaming on the inside.
 
It took a little while for him to arrange it, but at last Roland walked from the kitchens in a bit lighter spirits. Thinking it over for a moment, he visited a number of his servants next, earning him a perplexed look from each of them when he told them what was to be done. At last, he stood upon the stairs, thinking over what else could be done. Finally, at long last, with a final glance to the room where he presumed Eden had returned, for he had not seen her since, he turned about and strode down the stairs, exiting out into the noon air, telling his butler that he would be back within a number of hours hopefully.

Striding thence into the street, he made his way down the winding road back to the markets, which would hopefully be in full throng at this time of day. Casting a single look over his shoulder, he tred on, determined to make the most of this, knowing it could never be enough, but hoping it was better then nothing.

((Pretty sure we know where this is going. Sorry, seems like this isn't the best post to respond to. Would you like to continue as such, or time skip to later into the day?))
 
((Ha, you will forgive me if I make all Roland's efforts backfire into his face, right? Cus I see some opportunity for it with the use of Isabella. Hehe, the bitch.))

While Eden was shut up in her room, oblivious to the plans being made around the house just for her, Isabella... jealous Isabella, was in the middle of it all. At first she had thought her plans to tell Dorshire had worked for she had caught a glimpse of both the pair looking totally broken hearted. But when word was about that Roland had plans for a birthday celebration for his slave... she was red with rage yet again. She spent all her time making sure that Eden would have a horrible birthday party from slipping hot spices into the cake batter to picking petals off the flowers that were to be picked as decoration until the flowers looked mostly dead. She how his little celebration went over when so many things were flawed.
 
While confusion settled over most of the servants of Deschain Manor, wondering why the flowers seemed to be dieing at an alarming rate, the lord of the house itself was busy elsewhere. Having two purposes to take care of, Roland first moved to find Hile once again. There were some things he wished to.. discuss with the man. It took some time, but he was able to track down the man at last, and he left the slavers market in contemplation, a hand held to his chin, not exactly thinking about were he was going.

Luckily, he ended up right where he had intended, and look up just in time to avoid passing the shop by. Smiling lightly to himself, he shook his head, unsure of how to take the news he had just received, but thinking that if anything, it was hopeful, if unsettling. Walking into the shop, he looked around for some time, a little more unsure in this respect, though it seemed he would have to make due. Fortunately, as with most antiques shops in this town, they had a rather wide selection, and he found something he thought suitable at last. Walking from the store, he examined the wrapped gift, having had it packaged at the offer of the clerk. Taking a moment to ponder the oddness of the whole situation, he merely shook his head and began on his way home, deciding he would simply have to take it as it came.

((What a devious little maid ^^ ))
 
When Roland returned home, the surprise party he had planned must not have been anywhere near what he had expected it would look like. The cake was lop sided, the flowers all dead. Decorations half hung, half falling off the walls. It was a mess. He couldn't possibly present this to her. It would only make matters worse. How would she feel with a party that looked like it had been the left overs of someone else's grand party.

"We are sorry Lord Roland, but no matter what we seemed to do, everything seemed to go to hell. Pardon the expression my lord."
 
Looking around at the mess, Roland was speechless for some moments. Finally, he let his gaze flicker back to the servant that had greeted him. "Indeed.." he murmured, shaking his head, sensing this hadn't merely happened by chance. Also, his early suspicions about the letter seemed to make much more sense now. Sighing, he look back to the servant. "It's not all that late however, I realize it may have to be a little less, but perhaps you could straighten up the dinning room enough to be presentable at least? I think it should go a little smoother this time, as for the cake.." Pausing, he gave a defeated sigh. "I'm sorry, but I'd appreciate it if you did what you could." Leaving it at that, he turned and stalked up the steps, in search of someone he suspected had had a hand in this.. Isabella.
 
"Again?!" Isabella said in a rage as the cook started another cake, "He wants you all to try again?!" Why would he not understand. Nothing would work for him and his whore. She would make sure of it. This persistence to treat her like a normal person was crazy. Simply crazy! "Tell him no! Tell him there is nothing that can be done! It's a party fit for a slave. Better than any whore of a slave should get!"

"We cannot tell the master what he can and cannot do in his own house Isabella!"

"THEN LIE!"
 
Roland appeared not to be the only one with an unfortunate timing for speaking behind partially closed doors. Standing outside, he was mixed with an odd assortment of emotions. Quite simply, he was amazed how much respect she had gathered to command the others so, and he felt a shiver down his spine. Had she been born in higher status, the woman would have made a frightful figure of power no doubt.

Though it was not his way of doing things, he knew this time called for a more direct approach. Striding into the room just after her command, Roland displayed only a light smile. "Isabella, would you mind joining me for a moment?" Taking a brief look around the room, he twirled his fingers in an effort to tell them to get on with it once more. Looking back to his maid, he gaze her an oddly unsettling look, eyes stern and set, but mouth curved in a pleasant smile. "Well then?"
 
Isabella went a little pale as she realized she was caught, but she kept her chin held high as she crossed to him and went with him out of the room. Once in the hall, she would be the first to get a word in, "You can't hold a celebration for the birth of a slave Roland. You will be a laughing stock and loose your business backings, do you want such a thing to happen to you? Do you? I am only looking out for you Roland! That's how much I love you!"
 
Sighing as she launched into her argument, Roland let her say her piece before following after her, speaking calmly, his main purpose in speaking with her simply to buy time for the hasty preparations to be completed. However, it seemed he couldn't help giving a little bit of his thoughts away as he spoke.

"You seem to strike upon the point rather quickly." He began, walking to stand before her. "And perhaps your right.. However.." He was thinking once again about the news he had received from Hile, and he realized once more just how how drastic what he was planning would likely seem to those who found out. "Even so, it would take a while for such news to spread, and be acted upon.." Falling into contemplation again, he wondered if what he was thinking was plain crazy. If he gave up his possessions and cashed his fortune now, he could easily acquire quite the hefty sum, more then enough.. It was a huge risk, but what options did he truly have? "Isabella? Do you not see the irony of the situation? He suddenly asked, a thought occurring to him.
 
"Irony? What are you talking about? There is nothing ironic about this whole thing!" Things were going in one ear and out the other with her. He was talking to a brick wall basically. Nothing, NOTHING was going to sway her to stop her meddling. Not until he was hers and Eden was gone.
 
"Isabella.." Roland wasn't sure how to put his next words, suddenly realizing they sounded very cruel likely. "You argue about Eden's status, but truthfully, do you really think anyone would treat the situation differently were I to take you as my love instead?" Shaking his head, he shrugged, knowing his words had no effect, yet she hadn't run off yet, and Roland was ready to stop her if she did. "I'm sorry, but my heart is made up and so is my mind." Frowning now, as he watched her. "If you truly cared for me, would you not wish me to be happy? I must admit, your little letter nearly put me into ruin."
 
Her face went red then. Rage filled her. In a burst, she slapped him across the face, "I am common, yes... but I am no mindless whore who spreads her legs for whomever paid for her to do it last. There is a great difference between the two of us. I can walk out that front door, and never come back. She can't even walk outside without someone taking notice and beating her for running away. And take warning Roland, I promise you... the moment she does, under your permission or not, I'll make sure someone and everyone around her knows she is a slave off her leash. You know the laws around slaves. She will not be treated kindly." With that she turned and stormed out of the room. Out of the house. But certainly not get out of his life.
 
Roland took the slap, having expected as much for his words. Standing quietly as he watched her go, he moved to check out the window, watching her away. Sighing he found his butler, letting him know that miss Isabella was to be working her no more. And that when there was time if perhaps someone could let her know, and perhaps help pack her things.

This done, he took a moment to wonder what he should do, and finally decided that with what he'd already done today, his other business he had discussed with Hile, there really wasn't much left. Walking to to kitchen, he announced to the stunned servants he would like to help.
 
A few hours later, her had not so much a party as a fine dinner for two to give to Eden. The flower arrangement was small, the meal four courses, and the cake small, but it would do. The servants sent it up in the dining room, taking down the old decorations and just settling for some mood lighting instead. It was not much, but it was more that likely more that anything Eden had ever had.
 
Surveying the area, Roland gave a small smile, impress with what his staff had been able to do on such short notice. Biting his lip, he headed off to find Eden, wondering at that he hadn't seen her since his return, and wondering whether something was wrong, if if she was simply waiting up in her room. Reaching the door to her room, he knocked before pushing it open slightly. "Eden? Would you mind accompanying me to the dinning room?" Was all he said for now, realizing she might simply act as she had before, but even so, he wanted to do this much at least for her.
 
He got no reply from within the room. Once the door was fully opened, light spilled in from the hall into her dark room. The fireplace was not lit and with the sun basically set, it was dark a night already within. The beam of light from the hall shown across the bed, where Eden lay asleep. She stirred only slightly as the light beamed into her eyes, "Mmmm...."

((You didn't think it was going to be that easy, did you? :p))
 
Smiling lightly at the sight of her sleeping, Roland almost hated to wake her, and was torn as to whether he should for a moment before finally moving into the room. Tilting his head as he watched her for a moment, he moved forward, bending down over her reposing form. "Eden? Terribly sorry, but would you mind waking up for me?" Speaking softly in her ear as he gave her a light rousing, placing a hand upon her arm.

((^^ I wouldn't believe it if it was. ))
 
"Mmm?" Eden moved slightly before turning onto her back and her eyes opened to look at him. "Oh.... oh of course master." Her hands reached down to start pulling her skirts up, reaching to undo her undergarments. She misinterpreted him yet again. "Forgive me for not being ready when you wanted me." A moment later her legs started to spread.
 
Watching in wonderment as she began to unclothe herself, Roland could not but stand and blink for a moment. Presently however, he let his hand move to rest upon her knee, stopping her legs from spreading any further. "Forgive my poor choice of words." He said, offering a small smile. "In any case, would you join me in the dinning room? There is something I should like for you to see." Looking on at her with a mix of emotions, he wondered if perhaps her walls of mental fortitude were too far shored up to ever be breached again. Offering her his hand, he helped her from the bed, deciding it was not his right to feel sorrowed, after all, it was his carelessness that had prompted this.
 
If he wanted her legs spread in the dining room, so be it. She lowered her skirts once again, but left her undergarments undone as she took his hand and stood next to him, "As you wish master." She seemed to have only one emotion on her face. Obedience. Following close behind him, behind, not next to, she followed where he lead, prepared to face whatever he wanted her to see. The sight of the simple little meal did not click in her head at all. I just looked like a dinner for two with a cake and some flowers. "You wish us to dine together first master? Very well." It was always better to work on a full stomach.
 
Truthfully, he had wondered what her reaction would be, but the one she gave was both saddening and almost cute in a way. Perhaps she really had never had a proper birthday celebration before. Smiling, he led her to a seat at the head of the table, setting out the food before her silently. Finally, the first of the meal set out, he pulled out his seat across from her, this small table having been taken out for the two of them. Then, almost as if as an afterthought, he walked up beside her, and slowly pulled the gift wrapped box from a pocket of his wheskit, placing it down before her as well.

"Happy birthday Eden." Was all he said, a large warm smile upon his face, the first honest and true one he'd felt for a while now today, this morning seeming so very far away.
 
Eden sat down, playing dinner party with her master. If this was what he wanted, this was what he would get. She had watched as her masters and their wives had sat down to dinner before. It had always seemed to nice. This was nice, but she knew it was just make believe. It was not until he placed the gift down in front of her that she sensed anything at all truly amiss. And then he was it. Two words she had heard told to other people before, but never to her. Her eyes locked on the box and she went pale. Her whole body froze as she looked at it. Silence. For many long seconds silence. Until she turned her face from the box and hid the tears in her eyes, only covering more with a fake laugh as if amused by a joke, "Master, has no one ever told you? Slaves don't have birthdays. They just get older." She tried to block out how his gesture warmed her heart. He was trying to work his way passed her defenses and she could only try and build it higher.
 
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