Thread: I Awaken From My Midnight Slumber [RavenxPretty]

The most ancient and respective House of Phantomhive was in turmoil. Servants ran about carrying tray and clothes, rushing about in a frenzied panic. They stopped to bow or drop a hurried curtsy before the young woman in black. She was obviously the lady of the House since she did not wear servant's livery. Her robes were plain, but well-cut. They were the robes of a student of the local Mage Academy. The young woman watched the servants with interest. Father was obviously having a guest over, and an important one from the way the servants were acting. The young lady, Meredith Phantomhive, kept well out of the way, making her way towards her rooms. If father was having company, then he probably wanted her dressed and ready to play hostess. Meredith hated it, but it pleased her father to see her all dressed up. She so rarely did anything with herself, even though she was a fairly attractive female. Her skin was a lovely almond color, a shade or two lighter than her long caramel locks. Being a woman of twenty, she was had the figure of a mature woman showing sensuous curves at waist and breast and hip. Her father told her all the time that she was the image of her mother, who had died when Meredith was just a babe. Humans had a hard time giving birth to Sidhe children. Human women usually had miscarriages when carrying Sidhe babes. Very few lived through the experience, most bled to death after the child was born. The half-Sidhe retreated to her room, shutting the door behind her. Her ladies-in-waiting rose to assist her. Meredith sighed. Time to play dress-up. She allowed her women to strip her down and usher her into the bathing chamber, scrubbing her down from head to toe. By the time they were done with her, her skin had a faint glow to it, and she smelled of lavender. It was her favorite scent, and had it put in all her soap. They dressed her in a tight corset gown of sky blue. It looked best against her skin-tone. They piled her hair up on top of her head, curling it prettily and allowing a few strands to fall into her face. She wondered idly who her father had invited to have her dressed up so nicely. After a bit, she was ready and her women excused themselves, allowing her father to enter. Being a full Sidhe, he looked barely older than her. In his late twenties at the most. His hair was a darker shade than Meredith's, and they had the same golden eyes. His skin was a pale white though, an odd contrast to her darkly tanned flesh. He smiled and moved to embrace his daughter, taking her into his arm. You look beautiful, Merry, he said lovingly. Just like your mother. He bent his six and a half foot frame to kiss her on the forehead. Meredith smiled and shook her head slightly. You always say that, she said with a small smile. She loved hearing it anyhow. She looked at her father curiously. He was wearing his best suit, a dark silver embroidered suit that fit his muscular frame nicely. Who is coming tonight, Papa? she asked, tilting her head curiously. Her father only smiled and took her arm, guiding her from her rooms. Just an old friend. Meredith glanced up at her father. She knew he was keeping something from her. Oh well, she'd find out in due time. listulistulistulistulistulistu