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Where's My Happy Ending? ((butterfly0408/Kolath))

He gently led her by the hand on her back through the paths. He stopped under a willow tree that covered a area carpeted with flowers of all kinds only a small grass path led into a grassy clearing in the middle. â??Iâ??m sure she was a beautiful as her daughter and it caused the flowers of the garden to bloom all the brighter as she was so at home among the beauty.â? He looked into her eyes standing in front of her, â??Just as you are Crista.â?
 
Crista didn't blush this time, only gave him a skeptical look, crossing her arms and raising a bow in his direction, "You have a fancy way with words. And they are just that. Words. That does not make them the truth. I am no noble beauty Aiden. I'm a simple servant. Simple, common, those are the more appropriate words for me. Not beauty." Had she really been that degraded over the years that she really believed that? She didn't know anymore.
 
He raised a brow right back at her, â??your baroness must be one really ugly hag if she has to take her time making you believe that you who could easily pass for a duchess are nothing but common.â? He smiled at her and then walked around her with a playfully appraising eye. â??Yes I have many a duchess pass through the small tavern that I work in so I should know. Now there is some dirt here and there but besides that and the clothes you would easily be a duchess.â?
 
"I'm no noble!" she snapped out, sounding almost... defensive. She had to take a moment to take a breath and calm herself before speaking once more, "Forgive me. I snapped it's just..." she had the urge to tell him the truth then. About who she really was and what she should be but was a low servant instead. Had the urge, but did not give into it. "It's just that I don't like to let some fairy tale live in my head. I will never be a duchess. No knight in shining armor will ever come to ride with me into the sunset. Those kinds of things don't really happen. I live here, in reality. Where I'm just me. The servant in a baroness's home. Nothing more, and never will be more."
 
He stopped and looked her in the eyes lifting her chin to force her to look into his eyes. â??Crista nobility have nothing to do with how you are born. All that gives is the title, many nobles are not noble. Believe me I know nobility when I see it and you have it in you, title or no.â? his hand brushed over her cheek as he still looked deep into her eyes smiling softly and sincerely.
 
She let herself get lost a moment in his eyes, just looking into them and letting his words sink into her head. For a moment, they tried to take root and let herself believe it, but all the brainwashing she had been forced to undergo over the last few years pushed it away. She sharply pulled her chin from his light touch, "That may be so in your eyes, but it is only in your eyes. No one else thinks that but you. So I only matter, it seems... to you. Not anyone else in this world." Not even to herself and CERTAINLY not to Juliet or her husband.
 
He smiled nodding, â??Well you will always matter to me no matter what. Even if you donâ??t believe it yourself.â? He smiled and took her hand again and gently continued to lead her through the garden taking time to enjoy the flowers and blossoms all around them. He knew that he had hit a brick wall with her self esteem but he was going to keep working and breaking through that wall. even the strongest wall would fall to time and a constantly running river.
 
The strolled for a while longer, before Crista glanced off towards the distant clock town in the middle of town, "This has truly been lovely Aiden, but I need to start heading back. Any longer and I will need to rush. I don't wish to do that again." She reached for her basket, which he was still holding, "A whole morning together and everything is still intact."
 
He nodded sad to see her go and wishing that she didnâ??t have too. He laughed at her playful joke. â??See Iâ??m not totally a klutz. I can get through a day with only breaking one thing believe it or not.â? He smiled and gently taking her hand he leaned down kissing the back of it slightly letting a little of his gallantry come out again. â??Have a good day Crista I hope to have another like this in the near future.â?
 
The blush surfaced once again in those last few moments they were together as she smiled and gave him a little farewell nod in responce, "The same to you Aiden. Good day..." she stumbled a little as she moved away, but quickly recovered herself. Smiling she commented as she parted, "It seems like I am the klutz today." Without hearing his reply, she departed, slipping off into the crowd. As soon as she was out of his sight, she picked up her pace drastically. She really had stayed longer then she should have. She would not have to run this time, but she could not take her usual leasurely walk. Still.... it was worth it. He was worth it.
 
He smiled at her comment laughing lightly as he watched her disappear into the crowd. He still felt like his heart was leaving with her every time that she left but each time they talked it got easier to say goodbye because he knew more about her and knew he would see her again. He slowly started to make his way back to the castle taking time to stop at the vender and find out what it was that she had been so interested by. He smiled as he saw it was a noble ladyâ??s fan. He could almost see the fact that despite her rougher exterior she clearly had many of the instincts of a noble lady. He quickly bought it and returned up putting it away somewhere hidden so her father did not get the wrong idea about some noble lady or other.
 
Crista returned her with a little time to spare, thought not much.

"The second day in a row Crista?!" cook said with concern as she was just starting to plate the family's lunch. "Come. Help me." Crista was quick to put the basket down and jump into helping cook with her finishing touches.

"I'm sorry, I got delayed again. But the point is I was NOT late."

"You mean you are lucky you were not late."

"That too." Soon, lunch was all set up on the good china and was ready to be served. With the first stroke of noon, like every day, Crista hit the floor. Everyone was already seated at the table and Crista went about her same routine from every single day, and by the time the 12 chime was done, all four of them had their plates set out before them. "Bon Appiette..." she said with a light bow and added, "Is there anything more you will be needing?"
 
Dilian sat at the table with his mistress and her daughters as Crista worked hard at serving them all. He watched her move around the table enjoying the site as he always did. Out of all the women in this household she out shone them all had her father lived he was sure that she would be in line to marry a high born noble maybe even royalty. He felt a kick under the table and smirked taking a drink from his wine knowing that Danella had caught him looking at Crista. The two of them had slowly developed a relationship behind his mistressâ?? back making sure she never found out. Not that she would she was always so worried about someone getting to close to Crista that she almost neglected watching her daughters actions. â??No Crista that will be all for now.â?
 
Juliet was indeed to worried about her husband making attempts at the beautiful Crista that she could stare right at her husband with her own daughter and not see what was so plain as day right there.

Keeping Crista under her thumb was her main focus. Not only with Dilian, but with anyone at all. Juliet smiled a little to herself as she sipped her wine. That fool late husband of hers had kept the girl so humble that she didn't even know the truth. All this, the manor, the land, the title... was hers upon marriage. Crista was the only rightful heir to the title left. The title of baron and baroness was meant to stay in the blood line and if Crista were to ever marry, the title would go to her and her husband. So... Crista could never marry. She had to stay in the world Juliet created. A world where she was nothing better then a slave. Not even a servant. A slave. Her self esteem had to stay nice and low.

Little did Juliet know how her hold was already starting to slip and how events to come within the next month would try to break the hold all together.

"I will be visiting with Lady Gargon this afternoon. She sent me a note telling me that she has some juicy gossip involving the prince and his search for a bride. It might be nothing at all, but then again it could be useful to us in the future. Susanna, Daniella, will you join me?"

Susanna gave a nod, "Of course mother. Don't I always?" And that was the truth. Susanna tried to much to impress her mother and tagged along with her as often as she could. But try as she might, she did not have a dark heart as her mother did. That didn't mean she didn't try.

"Not today mother. I should like to see if the books that little slut picked up for me are more to my liking," replied Daniella. The whole while, she was giving Dilian a smile and a glance. Their would be no reading this afternoon. Not by a long shot.
 
Dilian smirked slightly at the glance from Daniella knowing what she had in mind. It was shocking the difference in the girls even more so when you got to know Daniella. Though Susanna tried to be like her mother and impress her in every way possible; it was Daniella that really took after Juliet, so much in fact that Juliet didnâ??t even know it.

He ate slowly listening to the conversation, a habit that came from being a con-artist, in that profession listening and gathering information was one of the most valuable skills that could be had. Though he started to find it hard to concentrate as Daniella started deliberately exaggerating her actions just to catch his eye. It was a little game they played and a dangerous one, should Juliet ever think that Daniella was doing anything but being careful and slow with her eating both of them would end up whipped and he might end up missing some important equipment.

Shaking the thought from his head he finished off his food and came around taking Julietâ??s hand and kissing it. â??Have a good day today my mistress I will be off working on the books making sure that all the rents are in.â? he smiled and turned to leave catching Daniellaâ??s eye for a moment as he made it to the door.
 
Daniella remained behind to cover the tracks for them both. Once Juliet and Susanna were finished eating, they left their plates for Crista to clean up. Going to the front hall, they donned their casual visiting cloaks and gloves. The carriage was brought around and Daniella waved them goodbye. They had two hours, tops.

Heading back inside, she went right to the dining room where she knew Crista would be. "YOU! Finish cleaning this table then get out to the stables!"

"The stables mistress?" Crista asked, confused. Even she did not know about what Dilian and Danella did.

"Yes! The stables! The horses all need brushing and I don't want the stable hands doing it! You are to do it!" Daniella smirked. They each had their own horse in the house, plus to be for the larger carriage. Since they took the smaller one that meant their were a half dozen horses in the stable now. It would take her hours to get the task done. Keeping her out of the way. And cook was so old and deaf to hear anything.

"As you wish mistress," Crista bowed and went about finishing her task in the dining room.

"Get a move on it!" Daniella yelled at her before departing for her own room. She took a moment to freshen herself up, watching out the window to see when Crista left. The moment that happened, she moved down the hall to the master's study. Without knocking, she entered, a smirk on her face, locking the door behind her as she stared him down. "Hello stepfather..."
 
Dilian had gone to his study and pulled out a book that he often pretended to read when he wanted to cover for something till his wife and mistress left. opening to any page he leaned back his feet resting on the desk knowing that Daniella would do her job perfectly and prepare everything so they could be totally alone. He wondered how they were going to do it this time, he just was working himself up to be ready to fuck her hard when she came in.

Dilian smirked as he heard the door open and looked up from the book he was pretending to read. He had been expecting her and smiled at her. â??Well hello there my dear step-daughter.â? He pushed himself back from the desk knowing she might want to come around and wanting to be ready for her.
 
Daniella slinked her way across the room to him. Silly her, thinking it was her that he wanted. Everyone in this house didn't know the truth behind the lies. He was using her because he could not use Crista. If she knew, it would be over in a heart beat and she would cry to her mother that he had used them both. Everyone in this twisted family played a dangerous game.

Stepping up between him and his desk, she hopped up onto the top of it, sitting right in front of him. "The little whore will be slaving away in the stables for hours. The fools won't be back for at least two... what EVER shall we do in that time?" She smirked.
 
He watched her as she crossed the room using every trick her mother had taught her on how to excite a man. He loved how she did it was just grace and smooth elegance. However even as he watched her come closer his mind was replacing her with Crista, all that little slut needed was a few lessons and every man in the world would bend over backwards at a bat of her eye.

He smirked as she sat down his hands rubbing her knees lightly as he looked up at her knowing just what he was going to do to her. â??Well we could always spend it getting closer.â? He leaned forward nuzzling against her dress and corset before moving up to kiss the tops of her breasts his hands moved down to the hem of her skirt and slowly pulled it upward exposing her lower legs slowly.
 
As he lifted her hem up, she smirked, nuzzling her corseted breasts against his face. She loved the fashions from Paris. She could look alluring in just normal clothing and not look like a slut. Oh perfect when trying to get naughty with a man. He was not the first... he would not be the last.

"Don't you think we have gotten rather... close... by now? I mean, we know... intimate things about one another." Her hands moved to his shirt, starting to slowly pop it open one button at a time until she had the room to run her hands down into his shirt, rubbing against his chest.
 
He growled softly and pulled the hem of her skirts above her knees before his hands came up to her shoulders pulling her dress down off of them before his hands went back to work on the ties of it pulling it down to reveal her corset. He smiled up at her leaning up a little more and kissing her lips softly nipping at her lower one. â??Mmm I would say we have my sweat.â? He quickly untied her corset and then pulled on the sides opening them letting her breasts out as he pulled them down. â??Mmmm and we are about to get closer.â? He leaned back in sucking on her nipples roughly.
 
She smiled as he showered her body with his attention. Leaning back a bit on the desk, she let her arms hold her up, "Mmm I like the sound of that. It's been too long since that bitch mother of mine got her fat ass out of the house so we could have some US time." Daniella acted like her mother was an idol to her, but she would gladly stab her in the back if she had the chance. She waited for the day she could get the chance. Perhaps then, the student would finally become the mistress of her own domain. "I never thought she'd leave again."

Daniella suddenly laughed loud and heartily, "She thinks... when she goes out... you might try something with the slut in the stables. How silly is that? That she thinks you'd lower yourself to THAT level of desperation." Wither or not Daniella actually believed herself to be more of a prize then Crista or if she was all talk just to make herself seem better then even she knew she was worth was uncertain. But one thing WAS certain... she was not wearing any underwear.
 
He growled sucking hard at the nipple in her mouth growling against it as his hand pushed her skirts up higher on her legs. He laughed softly pretending to agree that it was beyond comprehension that he would want such a worthless slut; even as he was pretending to suck at her breasts. â??Why would I want such a slut like her when I can have a refined lady like you?â? he was stroking her ego knowing that someday she would replace her mother and be the mistress and he wanted to be on her good side then.

His hand pushed her skirts up as high as he could stroking her inner thighs with his thumbs wanting her soaking before he moved to the next stage of his plan.
 
His answer was a good one. The perfect one actually. And a right answer, gets you the prize. "Exactly... now... come closer so I can feel how I arouse you." Once her skirts were up at far as they could go, it was like a trigger effect as her legs started to spread for him. Hypocrite. She spoke of how the girl out in the stables, the one still a virgin, was the slut, when here she was, spreading herself and exposing herself with only a few kind words.
 
He smirked knowing she wanted to feel his hard cock against her wet pussy. however he had other plans. His hand brushed over her wet pussy softly tweaking her clit with his fingers. He pushed back farther from the desk and dropped to his knees pressing his face against her pussy. There was one thing that he loved about being the man in this house it was being expected to eat his mistressâ?? pussy since that was one thing he loved doing almost more than fucking her. however her daughterâ??s pussy was like fine wine, as he licked at it, compared to Julietâ??s was like mead. He could only imagine what Cristaâ??s untouched one tasted like.
 
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