Verge leaned against the window as he stared out at the expansive lake outside. The driveway threaded its way around the lawn on the Western bank, disappearing now and then amongst the groves of oak and sycamore trees. He waited for the arrival of his new slave with some anticipation. A butler stood by his side, a handsome man of around thirty, he looked neat and strangely aloof.

Verge turned as a girl approached him from behind. She pouted even as his gaze fell on her. They didn't look much alike, but they were twins anyway. He smiled. "Cera, I have a slave coming."

"Did dad pay for it?" She asked as she took a seat near the window to watch for the arrival with him.

Verge shook his head. "My money. Though I'm sure you'll like her too."

"We'll see," Cera said, but not with malice. She was merely more cautious than her brother, who had powers and was quirky beyond his teenage years. She often found herself trying to keep up with his thought process even though they were siblings.

Ajah stayed quiet the entire way to her new masters house. She hadnt been told anything about him and was awfully scared of the entire idea. She was dressed in a white corset along with some white pants. She was given white sandals to wear. Her light purple hair was tied up into a high pony tail with a large white ribbon. Her arms were tied behind her back despite the fact that she wouldnt run.

The trip to her new masters house took forever. Atleast thats what it felt like to her. Arriving at the house she was carried to the door and placed onto the front porch. The slaver rang the doorbell and waited for her to be taken inside so he could hea don to his next delivery. Ajah was scared out of her skin... She hoped that the stories in the slave trade about how all masters were mean wasnt true.

The butler disappeared, probably to answer the door, Cera reasoned. She never quite got used to the fact her brother and the butler could do that. She wished she could, but sometimes Verge used it to help her get to places, so she didn't hold a grudge on that account.

Verge stayed at the window a moment longer, his gaze remaining fixed on the slaver's car, now devoid of life. "I should go and meet her too," he said after another minute or so.

"Yeah, Sherlock, you know how friendly our dear Amadeas is."

The sorcerer nodded and disappeared. He reappeared just behind his butler as the man opened the door. He always wondered how Amadeas knew exactly when to wait and when to just go ahead and do something, but shrugged it off as there were more important matters at hand.

The butler made a point of blocking the slaver from getting inside as a couple of servants also appeared, one of them carefully carrying the new slave inside as the papers were signed and a cheque was exchanged. They sat her down in a divan next to a fireplace in the drawing room, then left.

Verge appeared at the door a moment later, with Amadeas at his side. A mere wave of his hands was all it took to remove the bindings from her arms. He smiled. "Your name is Ajah, right?"

Ajah watched as the transactions took place. She let out a soft sigh when she was able to sit down on something soft. It brought a simple small smile to her face. As her Master and another man stood in the doorway she gave them both her full attention. When asked her name she nodded her head and smiled. "Yes Master. My name is Ajah Alexander." She repeated giving a slight bow of her head. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you." She said softly, but shutting up after that. She didnt need to say anymore, nothing more was requested of her.

Verge walked over after a moment of pause and sat down next to her. He was turning sixteen, an age that in others brought frivolities and immature actions, but in him, a certain gravity was emerging already. His butler stayed back though. "The pleasure is mine, Ajah."

He gave Amadeas a small nod, and something seemed to pass between them, but to those without telepathic communication, it would be hard to know what transpired. The butler vanished and Verge returned his attention to the girl.

"My name is Verge Moralis. You can call me Master, Sir or Master Verge if it gets confusing." He waited for a short moment before continuing. "There are a few rules for slaves living in this house, but I'll go through them later."

Amadeas reappeared with Cera in tow. She wriggled out of his grasp and ran over to the new addition to the household. "Oh, aren't you a pretty thing."

She sat down on the other side of the girl, the three of them now occupying all of the divan. Verge took Ajah's hand and stood. "Cera, meet Ajah. Ajah, Cera. And now it's time to go eat, then we'll work out the serious stuff."

She gave him a gentle smile. He was a very sweet man and she liked that already. As he sat down next to her, she placed her hands in her lap and looked down. She was specifically told not to look at a Master unless told to... And she would follow those instructions. She watched the interactions between her Master and the other man who had accompanied him at the door. He simply dissapeared and she turned her attention back to her lap when her Masater began speaking.

Master Verge... she liked that, it was simple and eaasy for her to use and feel comfortable with. When he spoke of rules she looked over at him but her eyes didnt directly look into his. She wished to learn the rules at that moment, but she was indeed the slave and didnt protest. She was scared now because she didnt want to do something wrong that went against his rules and then get into trouble for it.

When the young lady ran over to her Ajah practically jumped out of her skin. The young woman she was looking at was beautiful. And hearing her compliment her face flushed a deep red. "T-thank you... you are very beautiful as well." She spoke softly and quickly before silencing herself again. When she was offered food she took Verge's hand and smiled. "Nice to meet you Ms. Cera." She wasnt going to assume if Cera was her Master's wife, fiance or girlfriend... It was not her business. Food sounded amazing at the moment... She wondered what they had in mind.

(I should have put in a descrïption for Cera... She has dark brown hair, with natural auburn streaks, green eyes and an Irish complexion.)

Verge led the way through the house, taking a longer route than was necessary so that Ajah could see their home. The walls were tastefully decorated with wooden panels, there were red woods and black woods, most of it now not available or too expensive to use for this purpose. The house was old, but well maintained, and hosted a gallery's worth of paintings and sculptures. There were a few modern conveniences, but hidden away so as not to ruin the appearance of the interior.

"Here we are, this is the minor dining hall, where the family takes its meals." He led her to one end of the long dining table before letting go of her hand. A few servants appeared and quickly pulled out a chair for Cera on the other side of the table, opposite where Verge left Ajah. The butler pulled out the chair at the head of the table for Verge, who sat and indicated Ajah should do the same.

Cera plopped down without much ceremony and put her chin into her hands as she studied her brother's new slave. "Oh yeah, most people don't realize, but Verge and I are twins." She pressed her face closer to Verge's, and the youth smiled a bit sheepishly.

"Is there anything you cannot eat?" Verge asked, as Cera pulled away to tell a servant her preferences for their late lunch. "I don't mean dislike. I mean allergies and so forth."

((Oh thank you very much... She still sounds pretty! Sorry for taking so long...I just go tmy hair permed....))

Ajah followed him as he took her hand. She analyzed all of the paintings and woodwork in the home. It more than impressed her... This home seemed sacred and it made her smile. Once they reached the minor dining hall she gasped. Was everything in this house well put together and coordinated? Well after reaching this room, she nodded to herself as if answering her own question.

She took a seat just as Cera and Verge had. She wondered what he duties in the house would be. She just couldnt wait to start her work. When Cera spoke Ajah gave her, he undivided attention. "Twins..." She repeated now looking back and forth at the two. So they were siblings...Not husband and wife... Or master and Mistress... "It must be wonderful to have a brother." She commented before looking to Verge as he spoke. When asked about allergies she shook her head. "No master. No allergies what so ever." She said softly.

(np, same on my end, I went to work XD)

Verge nodded at the answer and whispered a few things to a passing servant, then folded his hands in front of him and watched Ajah for a minute or two before speaking again. "A most basic rule of this house is about making excessive noise around me. I have... sensitive hearing."

Cera snorted at this and turned her eyes heavenward, coupling the whole thing with a melodramatic expression of a long suffering victim. "That's an understatement. He could hear an ant crawl up the wall."

Verge shrugged and continued. "Cera will provide you with some items to wear, she likes Victorian styled clothes, so you might find your wardrobe includes a lot of that." He thought about it for a bit, then smiled. "We will have to work out the rest as they come, I don't need to ask you to be polite or not to endanger others, yes?"

The bustling servants returned now with platters, most of them were made of brass or copper, with tasteful golden etching engraved into the surface. Only some containers and cutlery were silver, and these were placed in front of Cera.

The food was an assortment of salads, cold meats and bread. There was also a thick soup, and a warmed leg of lamb that still steamed. Verge nodded as the servants left, Amadeas poured him a measure of wine then stood back. The young Master nodded to the food. "Eat first, we will talk more later."

(I wish I had a job... I cant get one... Yet. And Im sixteen. Cuz I need glasses)


Ajah watched her Master he was a very kind man. And Cera seemed to be very kind too, she just seemed like the one who was hit with the trait of humor. When her Master began speaking she gave him her attention. "No noise... I understand." She said. Just as she finished her sentense Cera began talking. When she commented on how sensitive his hearing was she giggled lightly. At that very moment ajah knew she could grow to like it here. Perhaps even love it.

Her Master continued to speak... Victorian clothing... She had no clue what he was talking about. All she knew was that he was speaking of a certain type of clothing. She looked back at cera to see what she had on... But it was pointless at the moment. She shook her head when Verge asked her a question about being kind. "No Master Verge. I will be on my best behavior." She said with a soft smile. When the servants came in with the food Ajah didnt move at all, she let her eyes scan over what she would eat. She chose the lightest meal...The soup. She waited for him to begin eating... Along with Cera before she would touch her food. When given permission she nodded and began eating... Very slowly. Making sure not to make a mess.

Verge made sure his new slave was comfortable before turning his attention back to Cera. The siblings were obviously very close, despite being twins, Verge treated Cera as his younger sister, and quite often did things older brothers do, picking out food for her and asking her about schoolwork. After some time of this, he put a plate of poultry meats and fruit in front of Ajah. "You should eat a little bit of solid food if you can."

Verge poured out some juice as well and put it beside the plate. He didn't know how well his new slave would react to wine, but he would find out. "I want to know a bit more about you Ajah, before I arrange your household duties. To be honest, I bought you mainly for companionship, since Cera attends school and I have private tuition."

Ajah observed the fact that the twins were close, it was sweet, she never had a sibling befrore, but she sure guessed it was nice. Sighing softly she gave her attention to her Master. She stared at the plate of fruit and bit her lip. She looked over at the poultry andraised a brow. She ha dnever been given food this well prepared before. She was surprised and happy, but unsure how to respond. As he poured her some juice she nodded in thanks and returned her gaze to the food.

When he said he wanted to learn more about her, her eyes opened wide. "Well ... Im willing to answer anty of your questions." She giggled.

Verge noticed her hesitation and gave Cera a quizzical look. Having been privately schooled all his life, Verge was in fact very bad with company. His politeness and good nature generally got him through the worst of it, but a lot of people found him too quirky to stick around for long.

Cera shrugged and gave a helpless little smile that indicated there were a number of very good reasons why girls wouldn't want to eat something. Verge turned back to Ajah and rose from his seat, then stood behind his slave's chair, leaning over her shoulder slightly. "Is the food not to your liking?"

"Or... maybe you've not had something like this before?" He wordlessly took the silver cutlery beside her plate and gently pressed it into her fingers before putting his own hands over hers. "I can teach you to use a knife and fork if you do not know how. Or you can tell me what kind of meal preparation you're used to."

Cera was staring, she was obviously not jealous, but incredulous at something. In particular when Verge picked up the silver utensils.

When Master Verge leaned over her chair she blushed slightly, she ha dnever been so close to another male before since she ha dbeen kept away from male slaves at the salve shop. "N-no... The food is perfect." She told him with a small smile. When he hit the nail on the head with his next statement she giggled. "Your are right Master." She said softly holding the knife, when his hands moved over hers, her blush deepened... And at that time she lowered her head though, late, so Cera probably would have said something anyway.

"I would really like to learn... We were givven food that we only use sporks to eat." She giggled, the word spork always made her giggle. "We were not allowed to use knives... Or pointy forks." She said.

Cera continued with her meal, but gave wide-eyed glances their way now and then. Amadeas remained silent next to a wall, ready if Verge had any requests. The young Master of the house however, was still leaning over Ajah, his hands carefully guiding hers as he punctured some of the meat with the fork then slowly cut it apart with the knife into a bite-sized strip.

"You can use whatever cutlery you'd like here, unless we're playing a game." The last part of his comment was a bit cryptic, but Verge had quirks, Ajah would have to come to learn them over time. He sat back down in his own seat and ate a few more strips of chicken before pushing away his plate. He did however, get another refill of wine.

"What kind of things are you trained to do, Ajah?"

She was happy she had learned something new on her first day. Smiling as he sat back down she began eating. She still preferred the soup though, she would begin on that after she finished with her first meal. When he asked about her qualities she thought about it... For quite a while. "Well... I can cook, clean, planting, sewing, odd jobs around the house really. along with most secraterial duties. Such as organinzing, typing, scheduling meetings and such. I know I can handle more, but I was not allowed to after a while. "She said before getting quiet and giving her attention back to her meal.

Cera excused herself as she finished eating, she had homework over the holidays and school was in again in just a week's time. She always left her holiday homework till too late. Verge remembered having to finish some of her week-long assignments overnight as Cera tearfully tried to plead her case of sudden measles to their parents.

"Well, I don't get out much," he said after Cera had left. "So I guess there isn't much you'd have to do with organization and schedules. Amadeas usually keeps track of appointments."

"For now, I shall expect you to attend my lessons with me, and..." He paused, this was the first time he had a slave of his own, though his family had others around the house. He had a vague idea that he was expected to arrange her activities, but other than accompanying him around during his affairs, he had no clear idea what to tell someone else to do.

"I suppose you should ask Cera if she needs help with anything. She likes making clothes. And... Hmm, that's something to remember." He took another sip of wine. "I'm a little strange at night sometimes, avoid me when I say to do so."

"You dont go out much... Why is that?" Ajah asked softly while looking over at him. "Amadeas...?" She asked while looking over at the male that stood around them. He seemed to be the type that could do things like that so she assumed that was the male Verge had been speaking of.


He wanted her to attend his lessons with him? She didnt argue though but she did ask. She did see some good in coming out of it. Maybe she could learn alot of his lessons. Smiling she continued eating until he began speaking again. "Mistress Cera likes to make clothing?!" She asked very excited. She calmed herself though and smiled. "I love clothing... I love making clothing as well." She said softly. Looking over towards him when he spoke of avoiding him at night. She nodded, she liked sleeping at night ,so she doubted she would be botheringhim during those hours.

"The sun causes the young Master pain," Amadeas answered for Verge as Ajah looked his way. "I am the butler, a head housekeeper if you will. I run the slaves and servants of this household and tutor young Master Verge in his less mundane studies."

Some of the servants came and took away the used utensils and closed the lid on some of the hot food to keep the warmth in case the diners wanted more. Verge nodded at a couple of them before rising from his seat. "Yes, Cera enjoys making costumes... I don't really understand what she does myself. She dresses up as people from games and such."

"Feel free to eat more," he said. "After you're done with lunch, a servant will come show you your rooms. She's a French girl who recently joined us, you two should get along fine. In about an hour, she will take you to where I have my lessons."

He smiled and waited, in case she had anymore questions. He did not eat much, though he had pressed Ajah into eating more. There were other things to sustain him that he will take in private until the slave has adjusted.

Ajah looked up at Amedeas as he spoke. Giving his entire introduction, ajah immidiatly thought of him to be strict and mean... Heartless in fact and it scared her somewhat. She didnt even look him in the eye. She wasnt one to judge someone by the cover, but he just gave off that vibe... She was scared.

Cera enjoyed dressing up at characters from games. She thought that was interesting. She wanted to try that out as well... She would later speak to Cera about it, f she got the chance. Verge was sensitive to sunlight... It caused him pain... She didnt know why but she was a bit more curious. Ajah wasnt hungry anymore and she shook her head when he offered for her to eat more food. She was full... She was excited about seeing her room and attending his lessons with him. There was nothing else on hermind, so she simpl pushed her plate away and smiled at him. "Thank you very much." She said to him.