Thread: Ward of the Roses

The winter had been hard on Emily. She stared out the narrow window of the carriage she rode in as the world passed away. It felt like summer was so far gone. Summer time chasing after her older siblings through the forrests and medows around their family's country estate. It had been more than a year, she knew. Her older siblings had been too busy for games the past two summers but Emily held onto those golden days the two summers after she'd been deemed a submissive when her dominant siblings would take her with them to go exploring their old haunts. Their behavior had changed, like everyone else's, in those days. While they'd encouraged her to run and jump and climb and explore on her own as a child, encouraged her to always try everything by herself first before helping... those two years one of them had always been by her side. There had always been a hand to pull her up to join them or to steady her as they went. A voice in her ear had instructed her to steady her aim as they practiced archery, an old family sport and skill for hunting in the woods, and she'd been praised when she found berries and gave them to her brother. She knew the change and what caused it but she didn't feel like a caged bird in those days. She'd felt safe. She'd felt loved and protected and like even if she became disoriented they would be sure she was never lost. She'd felt like a trained falcon not a caged bird. No, not until life stole in like a thief in the night and took her forresting clothes and left behind fancy dresses and uncomfortable shoes and by your leaves and embroidery hoops. Another sigh. The carraige stopped and a man opened the door, helping her out of the carriage and she took one last look up to the sky. Looking at her she seemed what you'd expect of a high born submissive. Her features and buidl were delicate, stature short, mouth and eyes soft set in her face. Her skin had always been pale, requiring a constnat parade of hats and scarves during her young adventures as even then just thinking of the sun too long seemed to result in a sun burn that peeled away with no tan to show for the pain, but the black mourning dress made her seem paler. Pale golden hair done up and half hidden under a black veil completed at least a proper image for first meetings. She'd been under her sister's care since her parent's death but her sister had a submissive of her own and couldn't provide the oppritunities this Kale could afford her. She wasn't pleased about being sent to a stranger but after the stinging cheak she'd received for her arguments and the pained look in her sister's eyes for having to strike her... she'd at least obeyed as long as it took to get herself presentable. She eyes as blue as a shattered sky back toward the earth. The winter had been hard and the summer was long gone but spring was returning soon. Maybe. Lowering her eyes but keeping her chin up as was proper for a submissive of her social standing Emily followed the footman leading her into the house and upon introduction to her new guardian made a deep curtsy. She was greatful at least that practicallity, fashion, and propiety met at an uncomfortable understanding that while someone of her wealth and social standing was expected to wear dresses fitting for said wealth and standing when traveling in public they made kneeling a difficult process and rising even more difficult and a deep curtsy would suffice until she was wearing something a little less cumbersome. She only hoped this man didn't subscribe to the idea a corset and the work submissives were expected to do made a great combination for anything other than fainting. She resisted the urge to look for a fainting couch and mentally bit her tounge. She doubted he'd enjoy her sarcasm. Few dominants did.