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CC: MasqueradeMasquerade!CC: Masquerade by =TheeForsakenOne
It had been a long time since Sara had gone to the Masquerade accompanied. In her childhood, many of the local boys had asked her, and sometimes she had agreed to go with them. They were always disappointed by the end of the night, but she had enjoyed the evening apart from spurning their hopes of it becoming more than a casual date.
Now Eric had invited her to accompany him to the opening night of the Masquerade, the invitation sitting on her desk, the rich paper marked with his noble crest and his signature. She had thought it an assignment, but when she queried him, the young noble had insisted it was not a request as part of
CC: No More MiddleNo More MiddleCC: No More Middle by =TheeForsakenOne
"I'm not sure if taking me out here will be good for your reputation," said the dancer, trudging up the hill behind the blonde haired man. She held the skirt of her light green dress in her hand, the fabric bunched up from clenching it too hard. The young woman grumbled under her breath, irritated at how he had suddenly brought her out here when she was dressed for a walk around town – the heels of her boots catching on the slightly damp grass.
The young noble laughed, turning around and offering his hand, withdrawing it as it was scorned with a quick glare. "I am the youngest son of one of the most minor nobles in the k
CC: A Slave in Gilded ChainsSlave in Gilded ChainsCC: A Slave in Gilded Chains by =TheeForsakenOne
Sara descended the stairs, trying not to make too much noise. It was still early in the morning and she did not want to wake the guests – Vincent usually found enough excuse to shout at her without giving him a reasonable one. The wooden floor of the common room was cold, bringing a subtle intake of breath as she stepped from the rich carpet of the stairs in her bare feet.
"'Mornin'" grunted Vincent, wiping one of the tables. "You're up early… Thinking of actually working for a living?"
She bit back her irritated response, her sky blue eyes hardening slightly. It appeared that the innkeeper could come up wi
CC: Land of Gold and PromisesAmongst a Land of Gold and PromisesCC: Land of Gold and Promises by =TheeForsakenOne
Sara did not know why she had agreed to do this for him… actually, she did but it still bothered her. The gold would and other items that the rebels promised in return for her information would keep her quite well off. It would be enough to commission Mani for several more items of clothing, and perhaps even enough to realistically save up to move into a very nice townhouse. Despite that, every time the dancer agreed to another task for the rebels, she felt herself slipping further and further into their side of the rising civil war. How far would it be until she became a rebel herself? On the other
CC: A Really Bad NightA Really Bad NightCC: A Really Bad Night by =TheeForsakenOne
Sara was irritated, her displeasure obvious as she furrowed her brow, wrapping her hooded cloak more tightly around her as she walked through the narrow empty streets. She had travelled here from the capital only to find that the Rebels had attacked the city and a curfew was in place. Her performance was cancelled and no one was around to give her compensation. On top of that, it had begun to rain and guards had turned her around so much with their stupid blockades that she was now completely lost in a city she had not visited in years. It was well past dark and she knew any guards who found her would be very eager to take
CC: First Steps DownFirst Steps DownCC: First Steps Down by =TheeForsakenOne
The Gilded Chain was crowded tonight. Merchants attempted to out boast each other while other quieter ones attempted some negotiations over mugs of ale and glasses of wine. Everywhere was filled with the clink of glasses, scraping of chairs, cutlery on plates and loud conversation. It was noisy and obnoxious… at least to Sky as she massaged her forehead with her slender fingers. She sat by an open window with a jug of water before her on the carefully polished table. Her elbow leaned on the windowsill, keeping her head propped up as she stared out at those passing by on the street outside. Her dance was over, and now it
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