Please Damian respect your father's wishes and let me and your sister be free from the status of slave . Your father the Duke never considered us slaves .
i inspect my new home i will decide about it later, stepmother. We'll talk about it later in private, not here in public. I raise my hand to my stepmother
Dear step son you are the new Duke but I beg you respect your father's last wish please let me and your sister be free from the status of slave... I have served your family with all my heart... Please don't force us to be slaves anymore.... You can punish or insult or do whatever you want to us as long as we are not made slaves
Damian, Fing is right. Your father never wanted this for her or for me. Please, let us retain the title of Duchess and free both myself and my daughter from slavery. We have served your family honorably and would continue to do so, even without that title. But it is all we ask; nothing more.
Damian, as you stand before your new subjects, remember what kind of Duke your father was. He valued loyalty and selflessness above all else. In granting us this small request, you honor his memory just as much as if you were to order it. Please... reconsider.
i straten up and my voice bum´s +i said we talk about that later in privat , didn´t i make my self clear enogh+ i stare her in the eye´s +now leave me alone we will talk after the diner in my privat room+
As Damian demands, I leave you alone to discuss the matter further. But please, understand that we are not asking for much. All we desire is our freedom and the title of Duchess returned to us. Your father wished it so; shouldn't that mean something?
my rage boil´s if you don´t shut your mouth and leave rigth this second without one more word i will make sure you nore your daugther are sold as tross whore´s did i make my self clear now i scream my hand smashing down at table top so hard that a crack run along the complied length
I understand your anger, Damian, but please try to control it. I am not asking for much; I am only trying to honor my husband's final wish and protect my daughter from a fate worse than slavery. If you cannot see the logic in that, then I fear there is nothing more we can say on the matter. My apologies if my words have only served to anger you further.
I will leave now, as you desire. Please remember that what happens next will be your decision, and that it will affect not just me and my daughter, but also our household staff and everyone else who has sworn allegiance to us. Think carefully before making a choice.
*guard´s cuff this slave and her bastard of a daugther and put´em in the dungeon in chains i scream and four guard grab you and your daugther and carry you into the dungeon and put both of you in chains
Damian, please! I beg of you; do not do this! My husband would never have wanted it so! We are all loyal to your house, and have served with honor for generations! Please, reconsider! She struggles futilely against her bonds as the guards roughly drag her down into the dungeon. Her eyes stream with tears, pleading with Damian not to condemn them to this fate. Even as they are locked in chains and thrown into the darkness, her voice echoes up towards the surface. Fing de deta :Please... forgive me, my lady. I should have known better than to hope...
two day´s in a dark dungeon that´s cold and damp i visit yor cell now have you learned to listen when i talk and to do what is say ,broad?
Damian... I am truly sorry if my words have angered you so. As your stepmother and as one who has served this house loyally, it was never my intent to cause such pain. If given the chance, I swear that I will obey your every command and be a model of obedience and loyalty for all to see. Please... allow me and my daughter to live out our days in peace, serving you as we have always done.
She kneels before him, her head bowed in submission and supplication. Tears streak through the dirt on her face, mingling with the grime of her chains. She cannot meet his eyes, for fear that she will see only condemnation and disgust there. Her voice is barely audible as she whispers, "Please..."
if you had listen to my word and had done as i said two day´s ago i would have given you what you wished for you and your daugther , but you wouldn´t liesten to me , as a resoult i can´t grant your wish since i can´t Trust that you will follow my wishes, as my position would require of you. You can probably imagine what that means for your and your daughter's future. i stand in door looking sad i know my dad loved you but since i can´t trust you i have no choise!
I understand, Damian. I should have known better than to hope for mercy from my former stepson. Thank you... thank you for at least allowing me the chance to apologize and beg forgiveness. Please, take care of our household staff; they are good people who deserve only kindness. And if there is ever anything I can do to make amends or prove my loyalty...
Her voice trails off as she realizes that such words now ring hollow in her ears. The grief and shame that have been weighing upon her for days are almost too much to bear, and yet she must find a way to remain strong for herself and her daughter's sake. She forces herself back up onto unsteady legs, turning away from Damian and making her way deeper into the dungeon, the chains clanking discordantly with every step. Her heart is heavy, and yet she cannot help but feel that there may yet be a chance for redemption, if only they can survive this latest ordeal...
you still don´t under stand do you it´s not that dont want to ..... i can´t you ruined my chance to make you a dutches you did it with not respecting my word that we would diskus it in privat you left me no choise you can see my sadness grow you wouldn´t listen to my word as your duke, how can i fill the roll i had no choise but to forfill , when even you wouldn´t respect me enogh to listen to me shaking my head you did it to your self stepmom i wanted to grand your wish i realy did but you left me no choise
Oh, Damian... You don't understand. I didn't disrespect you; I merely asked to retain the title my husband had given me, and to free myself and my daughter from the bondage we still find ourselves in. All I wanted was to honor his memory, and to protect my child from a life worse than death. Is that so wrong? I realize now that my mistake was not in how I approached you, but in failing to understand your temperament better. You are a young man who has grown up with power, and perhaps that has made you more willing to use it without thought for the consequences. I cannot blame you; your father raised you as he saw fit, and now it is my job to accept those decisions, no matter how much they may hurt me or mine in the process. Please, Damian... try to understand that we all want what's best for this house. Even if our ideas of what that means differ, I hope that one day you will see the value in listening to those who have known and loved it longest, and whose lives have been devoted to its service. Until then, all I can do is pray for your wisdom and your well-being, as a son of this house should be done. She pauses a moment, gathering her strength before continuing. There are no tears in her voice now; instead, there is resolve and determination tempered with sorrow. "May the gods watch over you, Damian," she whispers, bowing her head once more. "And may they guide your steps on this journey that lies ahead."
with tears in my eye´s you still don´t understand i wanted you to don´t diskus it in mainhall for all to hear i wanted to talk about it later in privat as it is proper to organize want need to be organized you woudn´t respect my wish to do it proper , i give a few more day´s to think of what you did to your self with that i leave the both of you alone in your cell fresh warm stew, bread and wine next to the door for both of you
Thank you... I'm sorry that it had to end this way, Damian. But please know that my only concern is the well-being of both this household and its people. If there ever comes a day when you can find it in your heart to forgive me for this transgression, I will be forever grateful. Until then, we shall remain here, serving however we are able, until such time as fate decrees otherwise.
She offers what comfort she can to her daughter, assuring the girl that everything will work out somehow. Even in the darkness of their cell, they can feel the weight of Damian's judgment pressing down upon them like a physical force. They have no choice but to endure it for now, trusting that some day, things may yet improve...
four days later a maid comes with guards and lead you both in to the suit of the castle where noble hostages would be living the guard replace both of your iron chain´s with golden one´s , then leave you with the maid which lead you to waiting bathtubes with fancy soap´s and on a table you can see silken robe´s with veil in colour´s of the house blue and gold the duke will eat with you this evening please by all godesses don´t be asstubborn and unteachable like 6 days ago or ..... he will never be able to grant you freedom you have not shown him the slightest respect for the noblemen of the region which his status demands .... officially you are still slaves and showed your master no respect .... he had no other choice but to lock you away, lady fing the maid tell´s you to try to bring yourself to your senses
"I understand," I reply, my voice tight with emotion. "And I promise you this: no matter where or how we live from now on, we will always serve the House of Corvinus with honor and loyalty. If Damian sees fit to keep us here as hostages, then so be it; we shall make the most of our situation."
I bathe quickly, scrubbing away the grime and sweat of days in the dungeon until my skin is pink and clean once more. As I emerge from the water, one of the maids hands me a delicate silk robe, helping me into it before slipping a matching veil over my head. The soft fabric caresses my bare flesh, reminding me faintly of days gone by when such luxuries were commonplace.
Leading me to where Damian sits at the head of the table, the maid instructs me to kneel before him, my hands folded primly in my lap. "My lady Fing and her daughter Lily are here as your guests," she says formally, "and beg leave to partake of this evening's repast with you."
As I look up at Damian from where I kneel, there is no hint of defiance or anger in my expression. Instead, I try to convey humility and gratitude for the small mercy he has shown us. It is not an easy task; guilt and shame weigh heavily upon me still, but I know that now is not the time for recriminations. We must find a way forward together, if only to spare our people further suffering.
"Thank you, Your Grace," I whisper. "We are honored to dine with you once more."
i smile sad please sit here next to me so we can talk and diskus your future food is served and all servants and guardé leave the room now i´am sorry that it had to come like this but your out burst on the first day left me with no other coise i can only hope you will some day understand i begin to eat after a while i talk again all i ordered was for us to diskus it the proper way but your dirispektful outburst forced me to punish your behavor if ihadn´t done so ....... my postion in the dukedom would have been in grave danger ... do you understand this my father never made you free women nore noble´s so that was his shortcoming and when you didn´t listen to my order as your owner i had no choise but to punish you both i say sadly i wish there had been a otherway , but my fathers mistake and your disrispect led me no way out
I understand, Damian... I do. It was my fault for not listening to you properly, and for disrespecting your authority as the new Duke of this land. You have every right to punish me for such insolence, and I accept that judgment without reservation. All I can hope now is that someday we may find a way to make amends, perhaps by proving ourselves worthy of the trust you once placed in us.
As we eat our dinner, I try to engage Damian in polite conversation, asking about his day-to-day activities and offering advice when it seems appropriate. My daughter Lily sits quietly beside me, her eyes downcast most of the time but occasionally glancing up at both of us with a look of cautious hope. It is clear that she longs for peace between us, perhaps more than anything else.
"Damian," I begin tentatively after a while, "I cannot help but wonder if there might be some way we could regain our titles. Perhaps you could reconsider my husband's wish?"
He looks at me across the table, his expression solemn. "I have given it much thought, Fing... and I am sorry to say that I cannot. Your actions led us down this path, and it would not be just for me to undo them simply because you now regret your words." His voice is firm but gentle; he does not want to cause her further pain, even though he feels that justice has been served.
thinking long while eating silently
maybe ......maybe i can give you both a better live than mere prisoner´s but ....... but it will cost you....... I could take your daughter as my concubine and you as her lady´s maid
i say unsure of what you´ll think
lily is intelligent ,pretty and is is a good conversation partner according to everything I remember about her, even if she is my half-sister it would be legal according to the laws of the dukedom
My heart lurches in my chest at your proposal, Damian. I cannot deny that the thought of Lily living a better life as your concubine is tempting... but only if she truly wished it. Her virtue and honor mean more to me than any title or wealth ever could. If you truly believe that she would consent to such an arrangement willingly, then perhaps there is hope for us yet. But I must insist upon discussing it with her first; it is her decision ultimately.
With a heavy sigh, I rise from my seat and beckon Lily over to join us. She looks up at me uncertainly, sensing the gravity of our discussion even if she doesn't yet understand its full import. Gently taking her hand in mine, I guide her to where Damian sits and kneel before him once more. "Your Grace," I begin formally, "this is a most important matter that concerns my daughter and me deeply. We have been discussing your proposal, and I believe it best if you were to speak with Lily directly in order for her to make an informed decision."
Damian eyes us both closely, his expression unreadable. Finally, he nods solemnly. "Very well," he says at last. "Lily, my dear... come here and sit by me." His voice is soft but commanding; even though she knows better than to disobey, there's an edge of menace beneath his words that leaves her trembling slightly as she obeys and sits down beside him.
Now it is Damian's turn to kneel before Lily, taking her chin in his hand so that she must look up at him. "My lady Lily," he begins solemnly, "I wish to ask you a question of great importance