Dolorosa's POV
Her chain was jerked roughly in the blueblood's hands. The palace she was brought in was enormous, but inside her mind she know who lived her. She was pulled into the large throne room, the blueblood left her standing in front of the gigantic indigoblood. Dolorosa stood tall, straightening her posture. The Indigoblood had a slow, devilish smile pull on his face. The greasepaint moved with his dark smile; shivers rolled down her spine but she didn't allow the giant troll to see her fear. "Mother Rosa..." He growled out. Tears threatened to fall from her sadden eyes. Mother Rosa was what her percious Signless called her. Those sweet trolls she watched throughout the rebellion...all of them called her Mother Rosa. Her heart ached and her hand retreated to the sensation. He chuckled and rose from his throne and walked over. His claw touched her chin, lifting her head up. "I know what you're feeling...sadness, depression, loneliness, hatred." She shot back.
"I feel many things! But nonetheless I reassure you is hatred. Yes, you have taken my child! Yes, you stood there and watched Darkleer take his life! Forcing me to hear his final words! But I will not forget what he said...I forgive you because you know not of love, Highblood. I forgive because my child would have wanted me too." She said with honesty. Highblood froze momentarily before hoisting Dolorosa onto his shoulder. She gasped and clutched onto the fabric. He strode up the stairs and into the bedroom block, setting her on her own throne of pillows. Dolorosa looked up to him, he purred roughly as her hand stroked his cheek. "May I brush your hair?" She asked calmly. He nodded and unshackled her wrists, kissing the slight bruises on them. "That damn blueblood damaged you, I shall repay the favor." He growled out. Dolorosa shook her hand and touched his cheek. "It is alright. I'm far more comfortable here than in the prison block." That was the honest to Gog truth. The prison block ,with the multiple lowbloods, frightened her to her very core. They grabbed her clothing and tried ripping it and snagging it. The Highblood noticed her spacing out, growling deeply to get attention. She jumped and looked at him. "I'm sorry, please, retrieve your brush so I may brush your hair." She replied gently. The hulking figure left the block and into another. She touched the fine fabric of the cushions. Was he expecting her? Once he returned and sat in front of her, back facing Dolorosa; this silver brush looked as if it had never been used once! She touched the embellishments on the back before brushing the messy hair. After awhile, the Highblood's gentle gruff purrs turned into a loud rumbled but happy rumbled. She smiled then noticed the tears here and there on his clothing. "Your clothing is ripped to shreds." She said with utter anguish. Dolorosa couldn't stand ripped fabrics, her urge for sewing had always been a passion. He glanced down to his attire. "So they are.." He mumbled. "Why are you interested, Dolorosa?" She hesitated before giving a soft smile as she brushed. "I love to sew. It's my passion." He grunted in agreement. She finished trying to tame the wild hair after three hours of relentless brushing. "I shall send someone to gather all the colors possible." He rose to his feet, helping her up. "For now, you may wash up in the bathroom block. Dedric will help you." He left her standing there. Dedric? A small oliveblood came in, she smiled and bowed. Oh...Dedric was a female, thank Gog. "This way, Mistress." She said hesitantly, opening a large double door. She turned on the warm water to fill up the enormous bath. Oils of sweet scented flowers were added, Dedric pointed to her clothing. Dolorosa nodded and said in return. "I can bathe myself. Thank you, Dear." Dedric nodded, curtseying then excusing herself. 'Mistress?' Dolorosa thought as she undressed herself from her garments. She stepped into warm water, relaxing in the milky foggy water, the scent of flowers masked all the scent of past prison blocks. She rested her head back and closed her eyes gently...
"Mistress?" Dedric pried her from her distant nap. "Please, just call me, Mother Rosa." Dolorosa complied sweetly, rising from the water. Dedric gave her a soft towel to wrap herself in. Dolorosa stepped into the main bedroom block. "The Master will not be sleeping with you tonight. He's hunting, those last at least a few days." No Highblood? She huffed and placed her hands on her hips. "I'll have to do another three hours on his hair." She was astonished at the attire laid out for her. A long silken jade colored dress. "Oh my..." Dedric held it out. "The Master had this made for you in due time. The servants have made you an entire wardrobe." Dolorosa dropped the towel and slipped on the soft dress. Dedric smiled. "Goodnight, Mis–Mother Rosa." She left, shutting the doors. Dolorosa examined the room. It was Highblood's bed chamber. It had a large bed, no recuperacoon. Of course not, he was far too large. The bed had long drapes, a deep purple and see through, on each side of the frame. There was the pillows she was sat on, then there was a vanity with jars of white greasepaint on it, a club (three actually, all with different type spikes. Probably for different ways of torture or death) laid against the wall. A skull of a barkbeast hanging proudly and a rug made of pelt from possibly a Lusus. Dolorosa went to her pile of pillows and laid there. She thought of the child she raised, tears festering in her eyes. She slowly drifted off to sleep, wanting to hold that warm child once more...