aalasdair:
“Alone?” That was a surprise. Alasdair had assumed that Celine would have been popular among the slaves in the cells, one sought after by many of the masters and mistresses that would wander the halls. “Here I thought you were a popular one down there, little one. You’re at least out of the cells today it seems. Doing work for the chateau?”
“i just... i don’t know... but i haven’t been what masters have been looking for i guess...” she huffed softly, her pout still on her lips. “yes... i’ve been working a lot... the guards have grown to be pretty nice to me too... which is nice...”












