Another client of the Countess (just how many people does she fucking know??? 😄)
Ms Penelope Wright, former wife of the Duke, now turned dutchess widow. She controls alot of the sales factor considering the whole farming thing. Huge empire. Some say she murdered her husband because he was weak. She allegedly switched Mr Wright's sleep aids with cyanide pills. If it was suicide, theres usually a reason ,or a note. He didnt leave behind anything. And she faked the whole grieving funeral thing, and skipped away with the money 6 years ago. Of course she has "business" the Countess.🙄 I'm realizing the more shady the character, seemingly, the more involved they actually are with this... "place". I'm not sure if it's TRUE or not, I'm just saying if it were, it wouldn't surprise me.
The Countess barged into my room like she normally does that morning while I was getting dressed in the blue suit she picked out for me, dancing around, letting her blonde hair flow behind her as she spun around my room in her frilly, dark blue fluffy dress, proudly proclaiming about how she finally landed an audience with the dutchess after YEARS of scheduling and rescheduling, and how much it was going to aid her..."business". (sex slave trade is NOT a business😄)
Countess: "LEO-FREEEEED!" *She sang airheadedly* "Do you know what today is?"
She didnt need to remind me. She only etched it into the back of my head for so long, who could forget?
Leo-Frederick: "Your business meeting with the dutchess?"
Countess: "Sharp as ever, my dear. Your accuracy is just marvelous. Now, you know what you're going to do tonight?"
I hated whenever she'd ask that question. Itd normally be something sex related. NOTHING along the accords of what I had in mind at that particular point in time, NEVER. But, taking a stab, it was fucking somebody's daughter or some shit...
Lf: "Entertaining one of the ex-dutchess' guests?"
C: "Yes, but not quite. You will be survaying her onhand. I want you to show her a little bit of how houses work, being that, you know, they have less resource then we do."
Lf: "Okay. Anything else?"
She walked over to me and got in my face. Straightens out my tie, and dusts off my shoulder.
C: "Yes. I need you to remember that this important for me, and will benefit you tremendously as well if provided, things go smoothly..." *As she gently caresses under my ear and my neck*
I recognized that look she was giving me. She might wanna do SOMETHING after the party. (Can you guess???)
Lf: "I'll take care of her."
C: "Good. Party starts at 7, don't fuck up, or ellllllse" *she sang ,dancing on her way out of my room*
I checked my watch and it was 6:45. The guests would be arriving soon. I prepped for the evening, and walked out to the balcony to watch the beautiful sunset this manor showed to smoke a cig. I'm not gonna lie, I LOVE these parties (even though some deep, dark stuff goes down here) as opposed to when I first got here. I remember alot of her clients, and the laughs. I remember the fights we used to get into. I often times look back and think about my "Freedom" (before the Count caught me I was just a lowley thief. But a happy one) and wonder what I'd be doing now. As the sun set further, eventually the night began and the party livened up. As it picked up I finally decided to make an entrance, as I knew I was early, awaiting the Countess and the Dutchess to arrive. As I go downstairs to see the usual partygoers, I see a couple of faces I'd remembered from my days as a thief.(People I had ripped off back then) One was a big burly man, with long hair on his head and his face. A man from the DC region, a descendent of mr Smith himself. I had pickpocketed a couple hundred from him while he was drunk at a poker table. He didnt remember me, but I sure as shit knew who he was.
He called out to me, and at first, I was nervous, but found out soon after, for no reason at all.
Big Burly fellow: "Hand! Hand hold conversation with me, a quick word if you would please."
Lf: "Sir Smith." I Nodded in acceptance to his request.
BBf: "So, you belong to the Countess, correct?"
Lf: "Depends on what you mean by, "belong".
It made the crowd laugh. I knew why they were laughing, but I was 100 percent serious.
Bbf: " I can see why she chose you. And where might our hostess for the evening be,hand?"
Just then, the Countess shouted from atop the stairs
C: It takes time to get prepared, you know. Beauty such as mine can not be replicated."
Everyone applauded as she came down the stairs to finish her announcements about how this was an important milestone in our history, and all kinds of ther things. As the night continued, I watched as the Countess began to stir with anxiousness as her guest of honor had been fashionably late. It was about 10:30 when the butler walked in to announce that the dutchess of York had arrived.(ex dutchess)
Ms Wright was a short, bigger woman with long brown hair and clothes that look like they were expensive knockoffs (you know, Walmart dresses vs custom taylored???) And next to her, an even shorter woman with long brown hair, and a dirty face. You could tell she was a hand. Her clothes looked generic at best. She kept her head low as the the Dutchess and Countess squabbled about like hens in a coop. I walked up to introduce myself before the Dutchess shouted at the girl.
Before more abuse could continue, a slipped in with a variable of directional focus.
Lf: " Ms Wright, allow me to adjust this misconfiguration. You're a busy woman, you have bigger things to discuss, am I correct?"
She stopped in the middle of her rage stricken trade and adjusted her attention towards me before she looked around the room to notice she was holding everyone's attention.
Dutchess Wright: " You know hand, it is impolite to interrupt superiors when they're speaking."
Lf: "And to keep this error from occurring we have to address the issues, so long as they are discussed beforehand."
DW: "I like the way you think. Tell me hand, who is your --"
Before she could finish the Countess intervened, giving me the eye of approval, because by now she knew I could read Ms Wright for not being so intelligent, and easily distracted. This blank space made room for the Countess to set the stage and seal the deal. The countess said "I taught him well, havent I?" The Dutchess was infact impressed. They got on with the introduction as they made their way towards her study. Meanwhile, I looked at the girl to see where her attention was as I escorted her to the kitchen first.
"So!" I opened with. "Welcome to the Countess' manor. I'm LeoFred. What's your name?" "My real name is Jessie..."
She squeaked. I wanted to ask her about her life, but all I wanted to do was get her to a point where she could be comfortable, instead of living in fear of what others think and say, because being here it was almost inevitable for her. But I understand, being overwhelmed at times. I asked her if she understood anything going on right now, and she told me all she knew is that if she wanted to get her mom to a hospital, she was going to have to work for it and being a hand sounded like the best way for her to do so, so, she had to go with the ex dutchess as par agreement. I said "that's good enough, let me give you a tour of this place." I took her past the chef's in the kitchen and made my way to the back freezer, and grabbed us some ice cream. She said she wasn't allowed to have anything unless the dutchess said so, and I said "You can have all the ice cream you can stand.Just don't tell anybody." Her eyes lit up. After that, I told her I'll show her around some more, and she started opening up a little bit more. About her mom, where she was from. She started asking questions about me, and how I got into this place. Then, I showed her the backyards, the stables, the maze, then the pool. We finally got back in and I figure enough time had passed with the countess, so I went to the study and told Jessie to stay put so she didnt get in trouble. I opened and went in to find the countess and the ex dutchess sharing a bottle of wine, with books scattered everywhere and their shoes off. They were getting nice and cozy, I assumed they weren't finished.
The countess stopped as they were having a laugh midway through and said excuse me, as she walked over to talk with me.
"I assumed you were finished" I said almost whisperingly, she said "not too tough, just a little while longer." I said "Can you rough estimate for me?" And she replied "about an hour, two hours if I want to be safe, so hold until then please." as she hurried me out of the room.
J: " Is it over? Are we leaving? I was having so much without her..."
Lf: "Actually they're going to be busy for a while longer. Here, I have an idea. Cone with me."
I showed her to the walkway upstairs where you can see the entire ballroom.
We talked more and more until boredom struck, and she popped up in the middle of conversation to ask "Wanna play tag?"
I thought it silly to play such a childish game as adults, but simultaneously, remembered the spark inside, and how we were both kinda just stuck here.
I turned to her, looked her dead in the eyes and said confidently,but calmly "Yes".