A stained journal page written in shaky cursive lettering
He smiled with effortless charm, eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that spoke of boundless experience and wisdom. I found myself scrabbling after words that might make my Master- for that is what he was to me- look upon me fondly. Then he turned...
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He smiled with effortless charm, eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that spoke of boundless experience and wisdom. I found myself scrabbling after words that might make my Master- for that is what he was to me- look upon me fondly. Then he turned away from me, and it took all I had not to grab his shoulders and force him to turn back. It was as if the Sun itself had turned its gaze and I would be bereft of its warmth forever after. I began to breathe heavily, to panic. I had lost his interest. What had I done wrong that he would leave me?
“I am sure you have many questions, but we will speak anon, at the feast,” he said. Suddenly my great sorrow was extinguished. Thank the heavens. I had another chance, to please him!
Still, when he stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind, I was left utterly alone. I gave no thought to reuniting with my brother, nor of what happened to the rest of my crew, mutinous and otherwise. I believe I cried, in relief and joy, to have finally found my true Master. To have discovered that thing which was so often talked about and which I had only pretended to understand. Love.
I heard his voice out in the hallway, speaking to a woman. Then burned in me a jealousy so hot I feared it would melt the very stone beneath my feet. I listened closely, peering through the crack of the door, and saw her. She resembled my Lord in several ways, her upright bearing and perfection. But there was something else as well. A sorrow? Why was she inflicting her sorrow upon my Lord? I would have run her through, had I held a saber in my grasp. She was challenging him. “What will you do with your new toy?” Was she implying I was but a toy? I was about to burst upon them when he spoke. “I’ve taken an interest. You may have the younger one,” he replied, and walked off. As she watched him walk away, she caught my eye briefly. She mouthed something at me, the words of which I would attempt repeatedly to uncover, until the time of horror.
