A Servant Girl by Red Potato
Recap:
… And as Serena moves to the bed and look upon a handsome face, the face moves, "Little Rabbit,
are you lost or do I have something on my face that make you so curious?" His deep, yet soft voice
questions her.
I do not own Sailor Moon, just the following new characters you don't recognize.
Chapter Seven
A Servant Girl
"Um…Uh," Serena was at a lost for words, she didn't know what to do, so she did the
first thing that came to her mind. Serena moves her body into position and began waving her arms
up and down, like a snake, chanting, "This is all a dream. Go back to sleep, this is all a dream."
She still shakes her body and arms into a chamber snake-like motion while attempting to get out
of the room that house her rescuer. This was just a too awkward moment to talk to him.
"Nice try little rabbit, but I've been up for two hours," he replied, "now stop acting stupid
so I can thank you for saving my life." She immediately stop and a confuse look appears on her face.
"If I can remember correctly, it was you who save me from the horse. My body may be injured,
but my memories are not dais. Should I call a physician to get your head check sir?" She contradicts
back ever so sweetly.
"No, no, little rabbit. No need for a doctor to cure me, for all I have is a broken rib, but you.
Are you all right? You had a pretty bad fall in the mud field. Is there anything I can do to repay you?"
"It should be me who repay you!"
"No little rabbit, stop arguing with me. Now, help me get up so I can get your rewards," the
ebony hair man got up slowly, groaning a bit from the pain in his rib, but he chose to ignore it as he
reach for his vest hang on the post.
"Sir! In the name of all that is right, you will stay in bed. We could go on arguing forever
about the heroic deeds we both did, but I'm rather tired. Now please sir, sit down." Serena did what
Mrs. Malison did to her earlier, she shove him softly, her hands against his upper shoulders, to laid
down back in his bed.
"All right little rabbit; I have the point, but only under one condition will I stay in bed
after you leave."
"What's that sir?"
"We get a formal introduction and you stop calling me Sir. I do have a name, and I'm not
much older than you."
"That's the best idea I ever heard. I'll do your request only if you stop calling me little
rabbit!"
"Deal. Now, little rabbit, seeing that I don't know your name, so I have to stick by what
I knew before," he paused for a breath,
"Fine, you get a freebie on that one."
"My name is Darien Lanster. May I have the honor of knowing yours?"
"Serena Kyle at your service." They both held out their hands and shook on it. The
warmth of Darien's hand travels up to Serena's arm and into her heart. She was shock, but not
enough for anyone to realize it.
"Please to meet you Serena," he said warmly, now with a gentle tone in his voice.
"Likewise, Darien," she replied back giving him a friendly smile. "If you excuse me Darien,
I need to be back in bed. Mrs. Malison wouldn't like the fact that I disobey her on my first day on the
job." With that she calmly walks out of the room, leaving a Darien who felt his palm for her warmth
that they share for only a few moments.
"Something about her…" he quickly said and soon forgot about his thoughts. As soon as
he got back in his bed and into a contented spot where his rib did not hurt so much, his stomach
growl at him for foods. The young Darien chuckles at the irony of his rib begging him not to eat
anything while his stomach pressure him for some sort of mushy foods for his ribs could not devour
the stronger and more solid taking.
As he got up slowly, moaning a hint of pain every few minutes, he decides that it would be
best for his body to get some help. "MRS. MALISON! MRS. MALISON!" Darien shouted loudly enough
for the old woman who has troubles hearing, to hear. He waited patiently for the old woman, but she
did not arrive soon enough for him to hold out his patient. "MRS. MALISOON!!! MRS. MALISON!"
The impatient young man shouted again, and was about to shout a third time until the indubitable
Mrs. Malison arrives at his door, panting like a dog.
"What…can…I do for…you…" she said, catching her breath, "sir?"
"Would you be so kind as to help me get to my supper?" he quietly asks.
"Oh? So now you're being quiet, aren't you Mr. Lanster?" She mocks him. "Oh? Where's
your thundering voice? For someone who been injure quite badly, you sure are insufferable and loud."
"Mrs. Malison, you are quite the mother that I wish I never had. Now could you stop
mocking an injure man and help him to finish desiring his stomach?" Darien teased her.
The ever-loving patient woman chuckles to herself and lifts up Darien so he could balance
on her shoulders. "Women seems to be doing this for you lately, Mr. Lanster," Mrs. Malison observes.
"Yes, so they have," he said while questioning his manhood.
Serena sat up against her pillows on the white oak bed, pondering about the nothingness
of her room's ceiling, but upon the ponders, she secretly thought about Darien. A smile curled up
on her pink lips as she thoughts of him more and more. How mysterious he was. His deep midnight
sapphire eyes tell her nothing about him, except that he is an enigma wrap in a labyrinth wrap in the
black universe. It was as if he had the ability to block people from reading him. Serena was deep in
her thoughts, she thoughts about his handsome strong, yet soft face. Where his jaw line mark and
signify him as a man of decency; a man of virtue and justice, and a man she could be destine to
with. A grin now form on her face, for her fantasy of Darien kept her smile on her pale face with a
hint of rose ness color on the apples of her cheeks.
"Oh Serenity, you are such a silly girl," she admit to herself. Her heart knew that deep inside,
her destine mate would never truly be hers, but for some reason, that message was block from ever
reaching Serena's conscience.
A knock came on Serena's door. It was only fair that a second knock came after the first one. Silence.
There were no more knocks, and no one answer from Serena's room. "Miss?" a muffle voice query on the
possibilities of where the new girl was or else she would have opens the door for her by now. The auburn-hair
girl that waits on the door, waiting for a reply was now worried, "where could she be?" the girl questions to
herself. Just when the presume servant was about to ask, then knock, again, the door opens and stood in
front of Leslie was an apologetic face. "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting," Serena apologies to the servant
that was to wait on Serena, "please, do come in."
''Thank you," the girl spoke then trail off, almost whimpering like a mouse. As she walk in,
she observe the room; it was much more different from her room, in fact, this room, compares to her
was the master bedroom. Oh, now a remorseful feeling came upon Leslie as she envy the new girl who
suddenly took the liking of Mr. Edward. "I see you got the guest room of the manor," she spoke, trying
to strike up a conversation to see what's everyone in the house have been raving about her for.
"This is the guestroom? Wow, I'm honor. Let me take my burden off of you," Serena replied
back, placing the silver tray of her supper onto a desk about 2 yards away from her. "My name is
Serena Kyle if I may so introduce myself to you. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"
The blonde asks.
"Leslie, Leslie Banlsome is my Christian name, and quite nice to meet you Serena. I hope
we can be good friends later on huh?" Leslie strut out, 'perhaps she is not what I thought of her to be'
and gave Serena a welcoming smile.
"Why later when the present is at us?"
Leslie giggles at the comic, yet nice gesture. Already, she took a liking to Serena; it was not
a wonder why Mrs. Malison spoke so vividly of her.
"Leslie, I ask a favor of you?"
"What do you need Serena?"
"A companion for my supper; Mrs. Malison won't let me go near the dining room because
she fears I might catch a cold in this storm. Would you be so kind to dine with me?"
"You need to say no more; the pleasure of our friendship is all mine Serena. You'll eat,
I'll chat endlessly about this place to get you familiar with the people around here."
"It's a done deal!" As Serena took the covering off her so-call supper which consist no
more than some sort of chicken porridge with black peppers and green chive and ate it with her
roll of bread while Leslie, the youngest servant working for Mr. Edward rave about the best place
in town to make new friends.
"The market is a nice place to meet new people Serena; oh, and the most caring people
are there. But, if you want well off handsome guys, I would go to, as I always have to the Red
House Center. Most of the noble classes are there, gossiping away about the current events that
go on. Mr. Edward often takes me there and it's marvelous Serena! The young ladies wear fine
dresses of velvet and silk from India and Imperial China. I have never seen so many beautiful
colors that the light shimmers on before in my life!"
As Leslie continues to talk about how the riches live and how she wishes she could
be one of them, Serena was disgust with the fact that a girl like Leslie could never talk this way.
Serena wish that Leslie would know that the better than fortunate class, as she would put it,
was putting on a show. "You realize Leslie, that money is not everything. That money takes away
what is more important in life, such as friendships and love." Serena said, cutting in harshly on
Leslie's lecture of the dukes and ladies life.
"Silly Serena! How could you think that! Of course love is important, but money
guarantee your happiness and security. Serena, you have been born without the privileges,
as have I. I don't know how you could keep such a blasphemy idea in your head. Really!"
"Yeah…privileges," Serena added, 'where was my privileges of happiness and security?'
she reflects and continues to drone on at listening to Leslie's wisdom of money.
Darien did not take pleasure in his dinner at all. What do you call a meal that only
contain some mash up potatoes with little bits of skin on it, steam broccoli, and a sauce not
fit for any animals in the world? He did not enjoy this at all, but this was what Mrs. Malison
believes would make him heal his wounds faster; his wounds maybe, but what about his
taste buds? Don't they deserve something that is favorable or at least edible to eat? What was
worse of the situation is that Mrs. Malison is force-feeding him. Dinner was absolutely great,
Darien concluded in a most sarcastic manner in his mind.
"Mrs. Malison, I don't need…" a spoon full of nauseating foods went into his
mouth. "Really, it's fine…" another spoon full of foods went into his mouth; practically
shoving it down his throat. 'The humanity of it all," Darien thought.
"Open wide Mr. Lanster; you need your nutrition," Mrs. Malison told him in a
baby-voice that was unfit for an old woman. Darien was more than reluctant to hesitate
the so-called nutrition so he dare not to open his mouth. Instead, he puts both of his hand
to signal Mrs. Malison that he had enough nutrition for the day.
"Okay Mr. Lanster, I got the idea," she response back. Darien stare at the woman,
until she put down the silver spoon of toxic food onto the delicate flowery plate. He sigh in
relief and open his mouth, only nano-second from when he open his mouth did Mrs. Malison
shove another spoon down his throat and force him to swallow. He could only glare at her.
"That'll be the last of your supper Mr. Lanster."
"Mrs. Malison, you are truly a master of trickery.''
Muffles of laughter compress in Darien's ear, so that he turn to see the people who dare
laugh at his humility. Over to the left of him sat Mr. Edward, his employer and his mentor. The old
man had a fatherly resemblance, just as Mrs. Malison had the motherly resemblance. "Why Mr.
Edward, here I thought you were going to defend me from Mrs. Malison's cooking. Instead, I hear
you laughing at my torture," Darien said.
"I'm sorry Darien, one could not help but laugh for the joy of laughing," Mr. Edward
replied back heartily chuckling here and there to where his gray eyebrows scrunch in with his
wrinkly forehead.
"Yes Darien, you'll have to forgive Father," add Daryl.
Darien turns his attention to Daryl who sat across from him. Darien looks at Daryl
harshly, cursing him in his mind. This was the man, no the boy who cause that financial charade
last week and almost bankrupted Mr. Edward if Darien had not found coruscating evidence of false
alarm. It was Daryl, the boy who ran away inside the safe warm manor to leave poor Serena in the
rain to carry Darien.
'Serena? He has forgotten about Serena. Darien wonders how Serena could be holding up.
He then thought of a perfect plan to get away from this dining room; to check up on Serena. "If you
all excuse me, Mr. Edward, Mrs. Witch, oh, I mean Mrs. Malison, and Daryl, I shall retire early
tonight. My body needs its rest. I shall see you all in the morning. I bid you all good night." With
that, he joyfully hops away in a blissful manner, happy to get away from them and see how the
little rabbit is holding up.
That's it for Chapter 7; please send me some feedbacks and I'll try to update as soon as
possible, though, it will be impossible since I have concerts and festivals coming up for orchestra.
Just to let you all know, I'm using up my DINNERtime, which I take very personally to finish
up this chapter. Feedbacks, or else….
Red Potato
Recap:
… And as Serena moves to the bed and look upon a handsome face, the face moves, "Little Rabbit,
are you lost or do I have something on my face that make you so curious?" His deep, yet soft voice
questions her.
I do not own Sailor Moon, just the following new characters you don't recognize.
Chapter Seven
A Servant Girl
"Um…Uh," Serena was at a lost for words, she didn't know what to do, so she did the
first thing that came to her mind. Serena moves her body into position and began waving her arms
up and down, like a snake, chanting, "This is all a dream. Go back to sleep, this is all a dream."
She still shakes her body and arms into a chamber snake-like motion while attempting to get out
of the room that house her rescuer. This was just a too awkward moment to talk to him.
"Nice try little rabbit, but I've been up for two hours," he replied, "now stop acting stupid
so I can thank you for saving my life." She immediately stop and a confuse look appears on her face.
"If I can remember correctly, it was you who save me from the horse. My body may be injured,
but my memories are not dais. Should I call a physician to get your head check sir?" She contradicts
back ever so sweetly.
"No, no, little rabbit. No need for a doctor to cure me, for all I have is a broken rib, but you.
Are you all right? You had a pretty bad fall in the mud field. Is there anything I can do to repay you?"
"It should be me who repay you!"
"No little rabbit, stop arguing with me. Now, help me get up so I can get your rewards," the
ebony hair man got up slowly, groaning a bit from the pain in his rib, but he chose to ignore it as he
reach for his vest hang on the post.
"Sir! In the name of all that is right, you will stay in bed. We could go on arguing forever
about the heroic deeds we both did, but I'm rather tired. Now please sir, sit down." Serena did what
Mrs. Malison did to her earlier, she shove him softly, her hands against his upper shoulders, to laid
down back in his bed.
"All right little rabbit; I have the point, but only under one condition will I stay in bed
after you leave."
"What's that sir?"
"We get a formal introduction and you stop calling me Sir. I do have a name, and I'm not
much older than you."
"That's the best idea I ever heard. I'll do your request only if you stop calling me little
rabbit!"
"Deal. Now, little rabbit, seeing that I don't know your name, so I have to stick by what
I knew before," he paused for a breath,
"Fine, you get a freebie on that one."
"My name is Darien Lanster. May I have the honor of knowing yours?"
"Serena Kyle at your service." They both held out their hands and shook on it. The
warmth of Darien's hand travels up to Serena's arm and into her heart. She was shock, but not
enough for anyone to realize it.
"Please to meet you Serena," he said warmly, now with a gentle tone in his voice.
"Likewise, Darien," she replied back giving him a friendly smile. "If you excuse me Darien,
I need to be back in bed. Mrs. Malison wouldn't like the fact that I disobey her on my first day on the
job." With that she calmly walks out of the room, leaving a Darien who felt his palm for her warmth
that they share for only a few moments.
"Something about her…" he quickly said and soon forgot about his thoughts. As soon as
he got back in his bed and into a contented spot where his rib did not hurt so much, his stomach
growl at him for foods. The young Darien chuckles at the irony of his rib begging him not to eat
anything while his stomach pressure him for some sort of mushy foods for his ribs could not devour
the stronger and more solid taking.
As he got up slowly, moaning a hint of pain every few minutes, he decides that it would be
best for his body to get some help. "MRS. MALISON! MRS. MALISON!" Darien shouted loudly enough
for the old woman who has troubles hearing, to hear. He waited patiently for the old woman, but she
did not arrive soon enough for him to hold out his patient. "MRS. MALISOON!!! MRS. MALISON!"
The impatient young man shouted again, and was about to shout a third time until the indubitable
Mrs. Malison arrives at his door, panting like a dog.
"What…can…I do for…you…" she said, catching her breath, "sir?"
"Would you be so kind as to help me get to my supper?" he quietly asks.
"Oh? So now you're being quiet, aren't you Mr. Lanster?" She mocks him. "Oh? Where's
your thundering voice? For someone who been injure quite badly, you sure are insufferable and loud."
"Mrs. Malison, you are quite the mother that I wish I never had. Now could you stop
mocking an injure man and help him to finish desiring his stomach?" Darien teased her.
The ever-loving patient woman chuckles to herself and lifts up Darien so he could balance
on her shoulders. "Women seems to be doing this for you lately, Mr. Lanster," Mrs. Malison observes.
"Yes, so they have," he said while questioning his manhood.
Serena sat up against her pillows on the white oak bed, pondering about the nothingness
of her room's ceiling, but upon the ponders, she secretly thought about Darien. A smile curled up
on her pink lips as she thoughts of him more and more. How mysterious he was. His deep midnight
sapphire eyes tell her nothing about him, except that he is an enigma wrap in a labyrinth wrap in the
black universe. It was as if he had the ability to block people from reading him. Serena was deep in
her thoughts, she thoughts about his handsome strong, yet soft face. Where his jaw line mark and
signify him as a man of decency; a man of virtue and justice, and a man she could be destine to
with. A grin now form on her face, for her fantasy of Darien kept her smile on her pale face with a
hint of rose ness color on the apples of her cheeks.
"Oh Serenity, you are such a silly girl," she admit to herself. Her heart knew that deep inside,
her destine mate would never truly be hers, but for some reason, that message was block from ever
reaching Serena's conscience.
A knock came on Serena's door. It was only fair that a second knock came after the first one. Silence.
There were no more knocks, and no one answer from Serena's room. "Miss?" a muffle voice query on the
possibilities of where the new girl was or else she would have opens the door for her by now. The auburn-hair
girl that waits on the door, waiting for a reply was now worried, "where could she be?" the girl questions to
herself. Just when the presume servant was about to ask, then knock, again, the door opens and stood in
front of Leslie was an apologetic face. "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting," Serena apologies to the servant
that was to wait on Serena, "please, do come in."
''Thank you," the girl spoke then trail off, almost whimpering like a mouse. As she walk in,
she observe the room; it was much more different from her room, in fact, this room, compares to her
was the master bedroom. Oh, now a remorseful feeling came upon Leslie as she envy the new girl who
suddenly took the liking of Mr. Edward. "I see you got the guest room of the manor," she spoke, trying
to strike up a conversation to see what's everyone in the house have been raving about her for.
"This is the guestroom? Wow, I'm honor. Let me take my burden off of you," Serena replied
back, placing the silver tray of her supper onto a desk about 2 yards away from her. "My name is
Serena Kyle if I may so introduce myself to you. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"
The blonde asks.
"Leslie, Leslie Banlsome is my Christian name, and quite nice to meet you Serena. I hope
we can be good friends later on huh?" Leslie strut out, 'perhaps she is not what I thought of her to be'
and gave Serena a welcoming smile.
"Why later when the present is at us?"
Leslie giggles at the comic, yet nice gesture. Already, she took a liking to Serena; it was not
a wonder why Mrs. Malison spoke so vividly of her.
"Leslie, I ask a favor of you?"
"What do you need Serena?"
"A companion for my supper; Mrs. Malison won't let me go near the dining room because
she fears I might catch a cold in this storm. Would you be so kind to dine with me?"
"You need to say no more; the pleasure of our friendship is all mine Serena. You'll eat,
I'll chat endlessly about this place to get you familiar with the people around here."
"It's a done deal!" As Serena took the covering off her so-call supper which consist no
more than some sort of chicken porridge with black peppers and green chive and ate it with her
roll of bread while Leslie, the youngest servant working for Mr. Edward rave about the best place
in town to make new friends.
"The market is a nice place to meet new people Serena; oh, and the most caring people
are there. But, if you want well off handsome guys, I would go to, as I always have to the Red
House Center. Most of the noble classes are there, gossiping away about the current events that
go on. Mr. Edward often takes me there and it's marvelous Serena! The young ladies wear fine
dresses of velvet and silk from India and Imperial China. I have never seen so many beautiful
colors that the light shimmers on before in my life!"
As Leslie continues to talk about how the riches live and how she wishes she could
be one of them, Serena was disgust with the fact that a girl like Leslie could never talk this way.
Serena wish that Leslie would know that the better than fortunate class, as she would put it,
was putting on a show. "You realize Leslie, that money is not everything. That money takes away
what is more important in life, such as friendships and love." Serena said, cutting in harshly on
Leslie's lecture of the dukes and ladies life.
"Silly Serena! How could you think that! Of course love is important, but money
guarantee your happiness and security. Serena, you have been born without the privileges,
as have I. I don't know how you could keep such a blasphemy idea in your head. Really!"
"Yeah…privileges," Serena added, 'where was my privileges of happiness and security?'
she reflects and continues to drone on at listening to Leslie's wisdom of money.
Darien did not take pleasure in his dinner at all. What do you call a meal that only
contain some mash up potatoes with little bits of skin on it, steam broccoli, and a sauce not
fit for any animals in the world? He did not enjoy this at all, but this was what Mrs. Malison
believes would make him heal his wounds faster; his wounds maybe, but what about his
taste buds? Don't they deserve something that is favorable or at least edible to eat? What was
worse of the situation is that Mrs. Malison is force-feeding him. Dinner was absolutely great,
Darien concluded in a most sarcastic manner in his mind.
"Mrs. Malison, I don't need…" a spoon full of nauseating foods went into his
mouth. "Really, it's fine…" another spoon full of foods went into his mouth; practically
shoving it down his throat. 'The humanity of it all," Darien thought.
"Open wide Mr. Lanster; you need your nutrition," Mrs. Malison told him in a
baby-voice that was unfit for an old woman. Darien was more than reluctant to hesitate
the so-called nutrition so he dare not to open his mouth. Instead, he puts both of his hand
to signal Mrs. Malison that he had enough nutrition for the day.
"Okay Mr. Lanster, I got the idea," she response back. Darien stare at the woman,
until she put down the silver spoon of toxic food onto the delicate flowery plate. He sigh in
relief and open his mouth, only nano-second from when he open his mouth did Mrs. Malison
shove another spoon down his throat and force him to swallow. He could only glare at her.
"That'll be the last of your supper Mr. Lanster."
"Mrs. Malison, you are truly a master of trickery.''
Muffles of laughter compress in Darien's ear, so that he turn to see the people who dare
laugh at his humility. Over to the left of him sat Mr. Edward, his employer and his mentor. The old
man had a fatherly resemblance, just as Mrs. Malison had the motherly resemblance. "Why Mr.
Edward, here I thought you were going to defend me from Mrs. Malison's cooking. Instead, I hear
you laughing at my torture," Darien said.
"I'm sorry Darien, one could not help but laugh for the joy of laughing," Mr. Edward
replied back heartily chuckling here and there to where his gray eyebrows scrunch in with his
wrinkly forehead.
"Yes Darien, you'll have to forgive Father," add Daryl.
Darien turns his attention to Daryl who sat across from him. Darien looks at Daryl
harshly, cursing him in his mind. This was the man, no the boy who cause that financial charade
last week and almost bankrupted Mr. Edward if Darien had not found coruscating evidence of false
alarm. It was Daryl, the boy who ran away inside the safe warm manor to leave poor Serena in the
rain to carry Darien.
'Serena? He has forgotten about Serena. Darien wonders how Serena could be holding up.
He then thought of a perfect plan to get away from this dining room; to check up on Serena. "If you
all excuse me, Mr. Edward, Mrs. Witch, oh, I mean Mrs. Malison, and Daryl, I shall retire early
tonight. My body needs its rest. I shall see you all in the morning. I bid you all good night." With
that, he joyfully hops away in a blissful manner, happy to get away from them and see how the
little rabbit is holding up.
That's it for Chapter 7; please send me some feedbacks and I'll try to update as soon as
possible, though, it will be impossible since I have concerts and festivals coming up for orchestra.
Just to let you all know, I'm using up my DINNERtime, which I take very personally to finish
up this chapter. Feedbacks, or else….
Red Potato