omg not at all!!! tysm for snagging this thread, i love him already! im just sorry if my writing is a little plain/rusty!
yusra had made a mistake believing that she was alone. but her company was not keen to making itself known to her immediately.
instead she had to feel the prick of eyes staring at her as she did her duties, followed her routine. it was normal for a maid to be watched closely, to make sure she would not betray her lord or lady or pull tricks to get out of work faster. she was used to it, even. but it didn't soften the tightness in her throat.
it was only once she'd settled, taking a small meal for herself that she had begun to investigate who observed her work. it took a minute, a very long minute. the wind refused to betray her onlooker, and to a wolf that meant she may as well be blind. it was only until he approached her himself — when he stood just a few feet away — that the woman finally could return his gaze. a man clad entirely in the piercing white of mountain snow, was it any wonder that she could not find him? there was not a stripe of black on his body to set him apart from the fields. even his eyes were a near white. had she known better, she would've believed she was speaking to a ghost.
it wasn't uncommon for men to approach her, for food or company. she struggled to discern what he could have wanted from her. he looked at her not with a lust she, with her age, was very familiar with, nor with anger. he did not even particularly ask for anything — most lords usually don't waste time with simple small talk unless all he sought for was that.
instead she had to feel the prick of eyes staring at her as she did her duties, followed her routine. it was normal for a maid to be watched closely, to make sure she would not betray her lord or lady or pull tricks to get out of work faster. she was used to it, even. but it didn't soften the tightness in her throat.
it was only once she'd settled, taking a small meal for herself that she had begun to investigate who observed her work. it took a minute, a very long minute. the wind refused to betray her onlooker, and to a wolf that meant she may as well be blind. it was only until he approached her himself — when he stood just a few feet away — that the woman finally could return his gaze. a man clad entirely in the piercing white of mountain snow, was it any wonder that she could not find him? there was not a stripe of black on his body to set him apart from the fields. even his eyes were a near white. had she known better, she would've believed she was speaking to a ghost.
yesher voice was clear, but monotone. her visage remained measured, she looked at him with no particular judgement. just the cold gaze of a woman doing her work.
do you need something, my lord?yusra dipped her head regardless, directing her full attention to the man instead of her food. duty calls, afterall.
it wasn't uncommon for men to approach her, for food or company. she struggled to discern what he could have wanted from her. he looked at her not with a lust she, with her age, was very familiar with, nor with anger. he did not even particularly ask for anything — most lords usually don't waste time with simple small talk unless all he sought for was that.
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