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Post by Guinevère on Oct 5, 2013 11:42:26 GMT -5
The bag that was over her face smelled like the vegetables that it must have once held. It caused the world of color that she so loved to be dark, and her other senses (like hearing and smell) to be stronger. Making her jump at very sound, and smell each vegetable. Onion mostly. Or some sort of roots. "Please," She whispered into the room, even as whom ever had kidnapped her from her home apologized and moved her to sit on something hard and firm.
She could hear foots steps moving away, and Guinevère gave a tug on her bound hands, before holding her breath a moment. Nothing. No sound. She was alone. Reaching up to the bag, she pulled it from her face, and turned to look around the room. It wasn't a cell. But a chamber of a house. There was a table near her, and when she looked behind her . . . a bed.
She knew why she was here. Why else? She was the personal servant and handmaiden to Morgana. Over the years she there had been attempts to bribe her for information, bully it out of her, and even a few overly forward men hoping to seduce the information from her lips--this was the first kidnapping.
Hearing boots in the hall, Guinevère jumped to her feet and looked around for something to grab in her bound hands. Finding a fork near a plate she grabbed and then backed up into the wall, shielding herself from sight of the door by a cupboard, and waited for the man to enter.
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