25 June 2012
~*/Chapter III\*~ >~Family: None~<
The sound of branches clattering against the window above her head, woke April with a start. Bleary eyed, she looked around the room, and was relieved to find out it was just the tree that grew outside. The pale moonlight shone bright through the now clear sky - looks like the threats of a snow storm were either delayed or not going to come to fruition. It lit up the whole room, and she could see the other who also slept in the kitchen were curled up in their 'beds', sleeping soundly. It must of been quite late if everyone else was now in their beds, whatever form they happened to take. The lowest of the low, like her, occupied corners of rooms, either with or without sheets to keep them warm. The higher up in rank you went, the better the beds became, right up until you reached the Lord and Lady with their huge four poster, complete with every luxury imaginable. For the servants of Master Jones' rank the beds were adequate, nothing lavish or expensive, but at least they got their own rooms, not having to share with anyone or anything.
She wished she could remember what it had been like to have her own room. Well, it was never her own room, but it must have been better than this kitchen floor.
When she had first come to the Manor, April had barely been a day old, abandoned on the doorstep. Once she had been discovered, the Lord and Lady Darruk took pity on her, and entrusted her into Master Jones' care, giving him, also, the charge to name her. Purely because of his lack of imagination, he picked the month they had found her, April, for her name, and chose May as it was the month that followed.
She had shared his room until she was old enough to care for herself, probably no more than 4, and since then, Jones had always made her life more difficult. He resented the fact that she had been unwillingly thrust upon him, providing him with added burden and responsibility. Making her life difficult now was sort of his way of getting revenge on her for it.
April huddled further into her sheets, keeping away from the cold, and burying her face in the sheets to block out the light, she slowly drifted back into a restless sleep.
Nameless .III. • Opuss № I