Post originally by Character_Amyraliss

Perhaps it had been wrong to do what was done, never the less she'd gone against what was told of her. Although there had been little opposition with all things considered going on with her stepfather. He'd told her she was to stay where as her mother was leaving. Leaving her with a very thin bit of ice to stand on. Desire and Duty were not nice bedmates when they were at war with one another. Which was why when Morlis had gone off to attend to things, packing a small valise she'd left the villa. No note although she as quite certain that her stepfather knew what she was doing and why.

Afterall he ran a house of women, it 's sort of hand and hand when one is confused or needing something. They tend to wander off until they find it and hope that they are allowed to reenter the roost like the hens they were. Which really wasn't a pet to her ego when she thought about it as her carriage pulled up in front of the Aleris villa. Her dark burgandy hair had been allowed to flow like molten lava along to her shoulders, allowed to traverse along the black lace that was her skirt that fell to her knees. Her black stockings hid hr legs from view down to her thigh high boots that was.

Stepping from the carriage she gathered up her only bag and headed for the entrance. The crimson boned corset thrusting up her chest within the black spider lace confines and the black rose tattoo's that now adorned her form were far from unavoidable. After doing what she needed to allign those feelings of duty and desire. After seeing her mother, her brother and the house they had constructed. She realized that it was not where her heart lay. Not that love was a part to do with it, no there was no love in her at that point in her life.

Her heart lay in a house that she'd shared her happiest moments in life. A house she was unwilling to now be apart from. Granted she was probably in a great deal of trouble for wandering off as she had and that was something she'd incur probably but then she'd probably give what she got right back. Her valise was set on a table once she entered watching an unfamiliar face pass by. Not even really greated at all, it was to be expected since most servants knew if a woman entered, they were one of Morlis's.

It was that impertinence that made her loft a brow and those golden eyes of hrs to flash with fire that almost made her eyes seem as though they were melted embers. Unfastening the whip from her hip, she cracked it with a resounding snap which drew one servants attention. Considering she snapped the whip and caused to curl about the woman's neck and with lithe grace she'd jerked the woman to her. "Now, where is Lord Morlis?" She inquired with an almost too pleased with herself smile. It was hard not to as it was amusing to her to see the woman's look of pleasure and panic.

She'd grown up to be so shy and quiet, her time with her mother had awakened that hidden part of her. The part that was almost cruel at times with going about doing what needed done. And though she probably knew where to find him, on never knew.

Besides, every rose had their day. Maybe today was hers.