Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wrestlers in this fic.
Stephanie sat in the kitchen of the land owned by her master. She peeled the vegetables and placed them in a large pot so she could cook them. Her brown hair looked plain and dead but it was pulled back into a bun tied with a rubber band. She wore an oversized brown cloth tied at the waist with a wire. She had big pair of tattered boots tied at the ankle with ropes. Her cheeks were covered in soot as well as her clothes. Many of the other slaves and servants were skeptical about having her in the kitchen because of her filthy appearance but then again the food was never spoiled.
After Steph finished the peeling she poured water into the pot and then carried it to the stove and added more wood to the fire. When she was done she looked over at the breakfast dishes and began to wash when a lady entered. She was dressed respectfully in a long blue gown and several jewels all over. "Slave." She stated. "Yes, M'lady." Stephanie said bowing to the master's favorite lady. "Where is my bath water?" she asked annoyed. "I'm cooking the lunch and dinner." Steph stated. "I didn't ask that get me the water and the bath oils..." before she finished she held her nose in the air. "And you should to the lake a bathe your stench is worse then the food you make." Stephanie mumbled something under her breath and then nodded to the lady. "Yes, M'lady as you wish." She then left the kitchen and headed for the outside as she walked down the hall her master exited his harem room. She gasped and pulled her hair over face and used her hands to rub the soot on her face all over. She then walked toward him and bowed when he past. He ignored like she wasn't there.
Her master was a tall man and very masculine. He had a reddish brown hair that he normally tied back. A few times he would cut it short and it suited him good. But what most women saw first of all was his eyes. His brilliant deep green eyes. Stephanie never looked at him in the eyes. She couldn't she new what would happen if she did. He would notice her and he would remember her. Then he would want her like all the others and she wouldn't have it.
Steph sighed with relief. She then quickly made it to the outside and saw the well. She grabbed to buckets and began to get some of the water. When the both were filled she went up to the head lady's room and filled her bath. It took her several times but when it was filled she heated it with the fire and then spread the oils and herbs inside. The door opened and the head Lady walked in she was in a plain white gown, which was rather revealing. "Your bath M'lady" Stephanie said bowing. She then left the room and hurried to the kitchen once there she checked on the soup and then found it almost done. She waited a few more and then took it off the fire and poured into a large soup bowl.
A few minutes later a maid came in and took the pot out of the kitchen to be served to the master. Steph put out the kitchen fire and grabbed the ash from the bottom. She smeared it all over her face and hair and then rubbed her hands on her already filthy clothes. "There perfect." She said looking at her grubby appearance in the back of a metal pan. She then went outside for her lunch but not before grabbing a knife. It had been a long morning and her meal times were her favorite. The reason being she could be alone and think.
She slumped down under a tree and looked around while eating her fruits. Her mind wondered to the wall that surrounded her masters home. It was high but if someone really wanted to they could have climbed over it by climbing the peach trees next to it. Steph finished her food and pulled out a white napkin and unfolded it. Inside were several different roots and herbs. She bit her lip and took an apple core and stuck it in her mouth. She then held out her wrist and a small knife. She slowly cut herself and bit hard into the apple core as she did. She then let the blood drip down. When she had enough she covered up her cut with a piece of cloth. She spat out the core and folded her napkin back up and placed it back in her inside breast pocket.
As she was finishing up the door burst open and another servant came in. "You!" Said the lady. Steph jumped up and looked at her. She felt scared and clutched the knife from behind her back tightly in her hand. "Come hither and the master's brother has returned!" She then hurried back in. Instead of going into the kitchen she ran across the grounds. It was tradition and a sign of respect that all the house hold slaves, servants, or anyone without any nobility come and stand in line as the noble came. The Master's brother Kane was the one who was returning from war. Steph ran across the grounds and saw the line of people already waiting as he arrived. Steph skidded to the ground and bowed her head instantly as Kane passed her. When he was done she let out a huge sigh of relief. She made it just in time.
When Kane waited in front of the house the doors open and the master showed himself. "Welcome home Kane," he said. "Mark..." Kane nodded his head. Mark cleared his throat. "Brother Taker." Mark nodded and then moved aside. Kane looked back and then took the hand of a young woman. Steph peered over and saw Kane helping her inside. She was shocked at first and was wondering what a peasant was doing here with Kane at that matter. Steph shook the thought and then realized tonight was perfect. With Kane back no one would notice. It was time for her escape.
Stephanie sat in the kitchen of the land owned by her master. She peeled the vegetables and placed them in a large pot so she could cook them. Her brown hair looked plain and dead but it was pulled back into a bun tied with a rubber band. She wore an oversized brown cloth tied at the waist with a wire. She had big pair of tattered boots tied at the ankle with ropes. Her cheeks were covered in soot as well as her clothes. Many of the other slaves and servants were skeptical about having her in the kitchen because of her filthy appearance but then again the food was never spoiled.
After Steph finished the peeling she poured water into the pot and then carried it to the stove and added more wood to the fire. When she was done she looked over at the breakfast dishes and began to wash when a lady entered. She was dressed respectfully in a long blue gown and several jewels all over. "Slave." She stated. "Yes, M'lady." Stephanie said bowing to the master's favorite lady. "Where is my bath water?" she asked annoyed. "I'm cooking the lunch and dinner." Steph stated. "I didn't ask that get me the water and the bath oils..." before she finished she held her nose in the air. "And you should to the lake a bathe your stench is worse then the food you make." Stephanie mumbled something under her breath and then nodded to the lady. "Yes, M'lady as you wish." She then left the kitchen and headed for the outside as she walked down the hall her master exited his harem room. She gasped and pulled her hair over face and used her hands to rub the soot on her face all over. She then walked toward him and bowed when he past. He ignored like she wasn't there.
Her master was a tall man and very masculine. He had a reddish brown hair that he normally tied back. A few times he would cut it short and it suited him good. But what most women saw first of all was his eyes. His brilliant deep green eyes. Stephanie never looked at him in the eyes. She couldn't she new what would happen if she did. He would notice her and he would remember her. Then he would want her like all the others and she wouldn't have it.
Steph sighed with relief. She then quickly made it to the outside and saw the well. She grabbed to buckets and began to get some of the water. When the both were filled she went up to the head lady's room and filled her bath. It took her several times but when it was filled she heated it with the fire and then spread the oils and herbs inside. The door opened and the head Lady walked in she was in a plain white gown, which was rather revealing. "Your bath M'lady" Stephanie said bowing. She then left the room and hurried to the kitchen once there she checked on the soup and then found it almost done. She waited a few more and then took it off the fire and poured into a large soup bowl.
A few minutes later a maid came in and took the pot out of the kitchen to be served to the master. Steph put out the kitchen fire and grabbed the ash from the bottom. She smeared it all over her face and hair and then rubbed her hands on her already filthy clothes. "There perfect." She said looking at her grubby appearance in the back of a metal pan. She then went outside for her lunch but not before grabbing a knife. It had been a long morning and her meal times were her favorite. The reason being she could be alone and think.
She slumped down under a tree and looked around while eating her fruits. Her mind wondered to the wall that surrounded her masters home. It was high but if someone really wanted to they could have climbed over it by climbing the peach trees next to it. Steph finished her food and pulled out a white napkin and unfolded it. Inside were several different roots and herbs. She bit her lip and took an apple core and stuck it in her mouth. She then held out her wrist and a small knife. She slowly cut herself and bit hard into the apple core as she did. She then let the blood drip down. When she had enough she covered up her cut with a piece of cloth. She spat out the core and folded her napkin back up and placed it back in her inside breast pocket.
As she was finishing up the door burst open and another servant came in. "You!" Said the lady. Steph jumped up and looked at her. She felt scared and clutched the knife from behind her back tightly in her hand. "Come hither and the master's brother has returned!" She then hurried back in. Instead of going into the kitchen she ran across the grounds. It was tradition and a sign of respect that all the house hold slaves, servants, or anyone without any nobility come and stand in line as the noble came. The Master's brother Kane was the one who was returning from war. Steph ran across the grounds and saw the line of people already waiting as he arrived. Steph skidded to the ground and bowed her head instantly as Kane passed her. When he was done she let out a huge sigh of relief. She made it just in time.
When Kane waited in front of the house the doors open and the master showed himself. "Welcome home Kane," he said. "Mark..." Kane nodded his head. Mark cleared his throat. "Brother Taker." Mark nodded and then moved aside. Kane looked back and then took the hand of a young woman. Steph peered over and saw Kane helping her inside. She was shocked at first and was wondering what a peasant was doing here with Kane at that matter. Steph shook the thought and then realized tonight was perfect. With Kane back no one would notice. It was time for her escape.