Thread: The Ward... A Victorian RP  (SHARPii & ThomasWaller)

It astounded her completely as well as taking her completely by surprise how he responded to that. He wanted her to do that? He wanted her to fight him, challenge him and not make it easy at all? What kind of man was he? Estella swallowed hard and her face screwed up in a bit of disgust when he took her hat. She watched him and then looked away, her breathing turned fuming. She breathed rapidly in and out of her nose. Even as they arrived, she didnt say a word, she didnt even look at the establishment that he called his home, now also her home. In her mind, it was not her home and no matter how many times he said it, shed always challenge it. He talked as if she wasnt there, all to his right hand man, Goren. She didnt look at either of them, neither did she make any notion to move. She stayed where she was on the floor of the carriage, her hands in her lap, gripping tightly to each other and her eyes on them. She had already been silenced. She wished she didnt have to be ready for him in half an hour. She wished she could curl up, hide and learn how to become invisible and leave. Shed get none of that. Instead, she was once more hoisted onto Gorens shoulder. She fought him once more. She hit his back. Put me down! Okay, so some of her firenay, a lot of her firewas still there, thankfully. I can walk on my own you big She cut herself off. Goren was kind. Her body slumped over his shoulder and she kept beating his back. Her eyes stung with moisture as it clouded her vision and with a hiccup, she finally cried. He said she could take it out on him. He was big enough that she was nothing compared to him in his arms. So she kept pounding his back, beating it, though with each tear she shed, each hit became slower, not as hard and soon they stopped altogether. Estella sniffled and closed her eyes. Even as she was brought up to Mrs. Baddeley, she didnt say a word. Even as she was in the bath, nude and her knees brought to her chest, she let some tears fall, figuring to get them all out now while she could. She moved her limbs accordingly so she could be properly bathed, primped, plucked and pampered for this man. Even after the bath, while she was being helped back into her dress and all the pieces it took for it to be put properly together, she stared sullenly at her reflection. They tied the corset differently. However they did it, it made her neckline far more plunging than it was, having pushed up her breasts to give more than meets the eye. Her waist seemed far more slender and thin and there was a more defined curve between her waist and hips. Then her skirt flared out like it did. The miracle? She didnt feel like shed faint. It takes a woman some years before she can perfect how to properly tie a corset. The stern yet appealingly soft voice of Mrs. Baddeley spoke, standing beside Estella to check her and do any finishing touches. If youre wise, mdear, you wont be a fool. It was all the woman offered her in advice. She knew what she meant. Goren said the same thing. She just didnt want to. What are we going to do with your hair? The woman sighed heavily and then led her to a chair. She pushed her down gently for her to sit to which Estella complied and the woman stood behind her, combing her curled long blond locks. You are a pretty thing. Im sure you know that. Youve been told it. I can see it. Estella looked up at her through the mirror and then she looked away, as if in shame. Youre young. You will learn. Mrs. Baddeley didnt coddle or comfort Estella. She was true to her stern tone. She told the truth. Consider this your wake up call, dearie. She took a brooch and pinned the front of Estellas hair, connecting the two locks with the hair brooch and then placed her hands on her shoulders. Reaching over, she fixed the pendant just over Estellas cleavage of her necklace, making sure it was properly lying there, emblem upwards and flat side face down on her flesh. There. Spick, span and ready. Come. She took Estellas hand and both women walked to the door of the room where Goren stood outside of. She pushed her gently into his care. Do no, I repeat, do not sling her over your shoulder. She managed a light smile. Youll ruin her otherwise. Too pretty a face to be marred. Her finger ran along her cheek before she turned to go back to her job and her room. Mrs. Baddeley. Estella said softly. The woman stopped and turned. Thank you.