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“Well, you should at least get something to eat. The Sector Leader’s orders.”
I shrug. “If he gets upset, then I’ll deal with it? Now go.”
Rhia sneers. “You’re so haughty now, but it won’t be long before you realize you’re nothing special. Come on, Sahra.”
Just as they are about to walk out the door, a tall rail thin man in a colorful suit and green hair walks into the room.
“What the fuck is this?” he roars angrily.
Gone were the hateful bitches they were only moments before and returned was the docile maids who’d appeared before the Sector Leader. Their heads were bowed.
“Master Johra, I’m not sure what you mean. We brought the breeder to her room, per your instructions,” Rhia replied meekly.
“I instructed you to find a suitable room for her. This is a storage unit.”
Clearly this person holds a high position in this household for these maids to be afraid of him.
“We were told to give her a room befitting a breeder,” Sahra whines. “We’re newly assigned here and thought this would be sufficient.”
“Not even the servants’ rooms are this small. Lord Draken will hear of this offense. For now, the two of you are dismissed.”
They bow their heads and scurry away.
I’m not sure what just happened but it was interesting to watch unfold.
“I’d personally like to apologize for the mix up.” He places his hand over his chest and bows. “We’ve never had a breeder inthe fortress before so I’m sure there has been some confusion. I made the error of entrusting the tasks to someone else to find you suitable accommodations.”
I wasn’t sure what to say. It was pointless to tell him that the maids were hostile toward me. I’m sure there were plenty of people here who’d hold some level of disdain for me.
“I’m Johra, Lord Draken’s personal attendant, basically his caretaker. And how may I address you, Miss?”
“Just Jamie. Look, you don’t have to be formal with me. And I don’t need a fancy room either. This place is fine, it’s just a little cold but I can get used to it.”
He shakes his head. “No. This is unacceptable and if Lord Draken were to see this, he would have my head. Follow me. You’re going to be on the top floor. I thought this would be the floor you’d be staying on, however I misunderstood the instruction. Now that I’ve found you proper accommodations, I’ll take you there. Please come this way.”
At least he was more courteous than the two maids. By now, I’m exhausted. After my nightmare on the plane and my encounter with Lord Draken, I didn’t get much rest afterward. I’m so tired, all I want to do is sleep and forget about my predicament.
Seeing I don’t have much of a choice, I follow him down the hall way and as we make our way to the elevator, I realize how isolated that makeshift room I’d been placed in from the rest of the rooms on the floor. It became clear to me that those maids had deliberately set out to humiliate me.
When we finally make it to the top floor I notice the difference in décor. A purple carpet accents burgundy walls trimmed in gold. Paintings of various landscapes are hung and displayed with care. This looks more like the luxurious homes of wealthysuperious.
As if he read my mind, Master Johra says, “This floor is reserved for the Sector Leader, Chancellor in Arms and a few other high-ranking members of the household. You’ll enjoy a level of privacy in this wing of the fortress while still being able to access all the amenities. My room will only be a few doors down from yours so if you need anything, let me know.”
The room he presented me with is a stark difference to the storage closet Rhia and Sahra had initially lead me to. When I walk inside, there’s a sitting area with a sable couch with a matching lounger. To the side is a black dining table that had four chairs around it. An open archway leads to the sleeping area, with one of the largest beds, I’d ever seen, covered with a black fur blanket and fluffy pillows with dark satin pillow cases.
“That’s a large bed,” I say more to myself than to the attendant.
“Well, you are the breeder. It stands to reason that Lord Draken would come to your room on occasion. The bed should be comfortable to your both.”
The reminder of why I’m here makes me shake as I remember how his touch had broken through something within me. I instantly push that thought away. This is just another assignment, I tell myself.
“I can show you the rest of the room if you’d like.”
I shake my head. “No, I can figure my way around.”
“Okay. I’ll have someone bring up some food for you.”
“I’m not hungry.”
