Thread: Madame Brunet (LingeringDesire & CharmSnake)

She knew very well it was JUST mud, it wasn't as though she'd began crying over it. Dirty fingers moved over her face gently drying her eyes again as they once again took off in the near darkness toward what she hoped was their final stop and home. The lantern cast an eerie glow over the water, all mixed together to set a very unsettling mood. The shadows on her new husbands face were deepened by the lantern being blocked by her small body. Silently Jacquelyn sat and waited for this to all be over. She didn't understand why the man couldn't talk to her, make her feel welcome. Didn't he want a wife in the first place? It was why she was here, correct? She sighed softly, a forlorn sound that left her throat as she stared out to the side of the boat as the newlyweds made their way home. Not seeing what he saw, she was only left to wonder about where there path was or their stop might be. Each animal sound had her pulling her coat tighter about her thin form. It seemed only a moment and Andre was out of the boat and reaching for her. Taking his hand she was catapulted to land and a lantern shoved in her direction. The large hoop at the top, the handle was easily grasped by her small hand. The path, though sloppy, wasn't steep . Quickly, followed by her husband, they made their way to the home they now shared. Jacquelyn's jaw dropped, this wasn't a home... it was a room. He took the lantern and unlocked the door. Following him inside she stood and glanced about. There was no floor, only dirt. Dirt everywhere and coating everything. A stove sat in the corner, dirty and filled with ashes, she shivered. The wind was gone but she was still cold. She wanted to cry at the state of everything. She'd grown up in a large stone home with glorious finery and elegance only to be deposited here in this... filth. Her eyes stopped at her husband unpacking the purchased goods. He gave his instructions, indignation flared for a moment. She was more tired than he. Her foot scuffed at the dirt for a moment as she weighed her options and chose to obey . Moving forward her mud stained ass on full display in Ana's dress she reached out a thin hand and retrieved two tin cups. Giving them a once over she was satisfied that nothing was on them before she was kneeling and filling the two with ladles of cool water. Placing them on the table she moved to the window and the bits of kindling there. Grasping a few pieces she moved toward the stove. the smoldering ashes glowing faintly. All she needed to do was push the kindling in and blow a bit? She'd seen the servants do it a few times and had done it once in the convent. The heat caused her hand to shake, it dipped dangerously low to the ash knowing he watched her every move. A mouse, the size of her big toe scurried from under the stove. She shrieked, hit her hand on the hot metal and dropped the kindling. In an attempt to recover she blew on the ashes too hard, the ricocheted off the back and the loose stuff hit her face and impaired her lungs. She hacked and coughed to clear them, running for the water, she sipped and removed them from her mouth before swallowing. She made a face, BUT the fire took. With a sigh she moved to unpack her things. May I wash for bed... I'm quite dirty and tired. She bit her lip and didn't look him in the eye, nerves.