T'was early eve as Faryn bustled about the halls, lighting the oil lanterns upon their silver brackets in all their glory and splendor as their carvings threw shadows upon the walls.
She was but a servant within these fair walls, working honestly in hopes of earning merit. She hoped in vain.
As she lit the last lantern upon the third hall, the King himself was escorting a ragged visitor down the hall.
Faryn automatically lowered her eyes to the floor. "Fiona!" he called at her, not knowing or caring or the servants' real name. "Please kindly escort Mistress Queller to a hot bath and comfortable room"
"Yes ma' lord" she said meekly, beckoning the decrepet-looking girl behind her.
The winding hall led to a room that was decored Crimson and Silver. "I shall send a medic for you Miss" she murmured before drawing her hot water in a gargantuan silver basin.
She started towards the door, but her curiosity over powered her. "Who are you?" was all she could ask.
Belle gave her a queer look before answering back just as curiously "I am tired, i am hungry and I am also dirty, pleased to meet you Fiona"
"Faryn" she said, and then disgracefully bit back her prideful tongue, and scuttered out of the room to summon an herbalist for the queer guest.
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A Hobbit of Bywater
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