I curse you George, I curse you.
George that was still in the meeting room with a kneeling Lady Genesis beside him chuckled at hearing the hurled insult directed his way.
"It's not what you think". Autumn told an agape Bridget who suddenly bursted into laughter.
"You did that?!!". She asked Autumn wheezing who had trustingly told her of the earlier incident that took place at the market place, excluding Page.
"Shhh!!, please don't tell anyone". She looked at Bridget insecurely.
"I swear on my dead parents". She frowned with crossed fingers.
"You honestly didn't have to do that".
"No! it's okay. It's the only way people believe me". She stared at her pink manicured fingers.
"But tell me one more thing. Truthfully please". She pleaded with Autumn.
"What?".
"You have never slept with him?".
"No..." Autumn drawled slowly. "Why?". She quickly looked down, blushing and not meeting Autumn's gaze.
"I kinda had a crush on him since the first day I set my eyes on him". Autumn scoffed.
"Who wouldn't have a crush on that bastard". Autumn snorted making Bridget gasp and look around alarmed like someone heard them.
"They could get your tongue for that". Bridget whisper yelled with wide eyes staring at Autumn like a scared deer in headlight.
"Oh! Please". Autumn brushed it away with a wave of her hand.
"I like you". Bridget finally told Autumn.
"So do I". She said standing up and holding her hand out for Bridget.
"Friends?". She asked warily watching the blooming smile that could blind a blind man.
"Friends". She put hers into Autumn's and stood shaking it firmly.
"So what do they do?".
"Who?". Bridget asked confused.
"Friends".
"Oh!!". She laughed and linked her arm with Autumn's, getting ready to chatter away like a chatter box while they walked down the hall that linked the servant quarters outside.
"You still haven't told me what exactly we're doing here". Bridget wrinkled her nose in distaste at the pungent smell of mold and urine.
"I'm here to pick u-". Autumn was interrupted by a stone flying in her direction which she side- stepped effortlessly.
"Hey girls!!!, look who's here". The slave who threw the stone hollered at the others who were scattered abroad, making them cluster together to form a group with the former in front.
"Bridget". She sneered.
"Slave". Bridget dried while Autumn stared confusedly at the drama unfolding.
"What's going on?". She seriously did not know anything going on in this establishment.
"You're with her and you seriously do not know the establishment's whore?". The slave asked and pointed, instigating the others. Although she couldn't make out their features with her split vision, she listened intently with her ears.
A sad expression morphed Bridget's face as she looked down in shame and guilt for being known that way. She had dreams when she was younger, big dreams but she couldn't fulfil it now. The sound of a slap jolted her out of her head, she blinked; Once. Twice. Tearing up because Autumn had defended her; something no other had done.
"Say that again and I'll have Sir George hang you". The name alone almost brought the slaves to their knees because they had seen when she came out of Sir George's carriage and how he held his hand out for her, thinking she had gained favor in his sight and daring not to cross the thought of mistress because of her hideous scar.
"You talk like she wanted to be where she is just like you didn't expect to be where you are". It stung, the way Autumn spoke plus the slap she dished out but what could she do other than hold her swollen red cheek. Autumn opened her mouth, ready to give the piece of her mind when her gaze travelled to the person she had come for, standing with hands held behind his back. He had been cleaned and changed into new set of thorn clothes but they were better than the last one although bigger than him. His strange unreadable grey eyes stared directly at her. Too wise for her comfort like he had ages wisdom.
Was it a strange thing that grey eyes were more than the colors she had stared into today?
He sauntered confidently past the slaves, avoiding a puddle of urine to stand directly in front of her with held out hand for her to hold.
Was it her or had he grown taller? But that was impossible right?
Warily, she stared at his held out hand, tracing it to his flawless face then back again to his hand before settling at holding onto his wrist.