I've updated! Finally, but the only flaw in this is the fact that it's not the next chapter of the story. But good news! I am halfway done with the chapter and it shall be up soon! I am still working on trying to keep my update speed at a consistent pace but I'm far from my usually three day speed. Anyways, since we've reached our 400 mark and I'm done with the stories of the servants, I'll have to think of something else to write about. But it's up to you readers to decide whether or not I should continue with bonus chapters because, seeing as the story is getting to its peak, I'm not sure if some of you would want to wait extra just because of some bonus chapters. But it's always good to have some background information. But besides that, happy reading!

Sweeping past Bard and Finny who seemed to be in a rather pathetic argument, Rosalie watered the vase of roses that sat on the glass cabinet in the living room. Any moment now and one of those idiots were going to destroy something, Rosalie thought. Not a second later the sound of something falling to the ground reached her ears. Turning she felt her heart drop when she saw the expensive tea set in pieces on the ground. Lord Gabranth had personally bought that set. Seeing the pulsing gold tint of magic in Bard's hand, she knew immediately who the culprit was. "Bard . . ." Rosalie began.

But as soon as she said something he was gone and flying out of the living room, not doubt into the kitchen. Lord Gabranth was just too kind, she thought as she cleaned up the broken shards to toss them out. After all of the ridiculous funds that had been put into replacing broken item after item and wall after wall, he still didn't punish any of them. "Finny, why don't you go tend to the garden?"

"Alright!" He skipped from the room. She had to admit their roles were rather odd. Finny, the incredibly strong boy altered by Galbatorix's magicians, a gardener. Bard, a sergeant in the royal army, a cook. Desdemona, a beautiful girl, born from nobility, a maid. And she, Rosalie, a maid as well. Usually, she would never agree to such a low ranking job and yet, here she was cleaning things up and making sure everything was in order. She could remember her life before she had met Lord Gabranth.

Usually humans don't live very long. If you were lucky, you could live to the old and nice age of eighty years old. If you weren't, well, you weren't. But her life was extended longer than she would've wanted. Whoever had done so had thought they were doing her a favor. But they weren't. Rosalie couldn't remember much of what had happened but she saw flashes of it. Bandits barricading her in, lying in the valley left to die and then something large and blue leaning down and just softly touching her with its snout. And when the next morning came, she was healed and alive. But that was over a hundred years ago.

Rosalie had found herself wandering for almost a good two decades before realization hit home. She wasn't aging. Her young face was still flawless. Her beauty still dazzling. Not one wrinkle, not one sign of age except for her forest green eyes. That was when she met the witch Angela in Surda. A woman who remained ageless, away from the bounds of time from magic or her herbs. She had offered Rosalie a sanctuary and had given her something to do.

In time, Rosalie had learned to use an arrow with precision and magic like no other magician in Galbatorix's forces. She was strong and never would a fate like she had experienced in the hands of those bandits befall her again. It was one night, however, that as she was leaving the herbalist's shop that she and Angela and ran together, she heard a scream.

It was full of fear and following it was a whimper, a plead to stop. And she was angered as her own past surfaced as she remembered the cruel torture that was forced upon her. How since her rescue she could not marry a human man anymore, how she could not live a normal life amongst the Empire.

Running in the direction of the agonizing screams, she turned a corner and hurried down an alleyway to find a group of drunken soldiers, barricading in a young girl who was barely eighteen by the looks of it. Her dress was ripped at the sleeves and Rosalie could see the fear in her eyes. Men; how she despised them and their superiority. Did they think that bearing the Empire's crest meant that they could do what they pleased with the common people?

Before she could decide whether to kill them straight off or take another course of action, one of the soldiers spotted her. "Oi! Look at this beauty." His words slurred as he stumbled towards her. "Got lost, sweetheart?"

"Get away from me!" Rosalie said in disgust. He didn't take the suggestion too kindly. He reached out and gripped her arm. It was pitiful to admit but her strength was no match for a man's. Digging deep into the barrier of her mind, she grabbed for the energy.

But suddenly, the soldier dropped her hand and slowly began to back away from her. What was going on? Turning, her eyes caught sight of the dark helm and the black cape. "Lord Gabranth!"

He walked forward only to stop and incline his head towards her as if staring at her from behind his helm before returning to the group of soldiers. "What goes on here?" His deep voice was full of an anger which made the soldiers pale.

"We were—"

"Yes?"

"We—we—"

"They were trying to whip out their swords and force that girl to play mistress to them!" Rosalie said, her anger getting the better of her.

All was silent for a moment, and only the eerily stillness of night seemed to penetrate through their senses. Finally, Gabranth spoke. "You will return to the keep, all of you, and I shall see to it that you will be punished."

The fear in their eyes was clear. As they staggered away drunk and trying to right themselves, she felt undeniably pleased. But the feeling was soon washed away as she hurried forward to help the young girl. "It's alright, you're safe."

She didn't speak but nodded and numbly accepted her help. Her skin was cold and she was trembling. It didn't help either when Lord Gabranth stepped forward. His armor must have seemed frightening after what had happened. "Don't worry," he said in a manner that wasn't particularly soothing. "Those soldiers will be punished by the morrow, you have my word."

The girl didn't reply but instead gave a small nod. He turned to Rosalie. "Take her back home give her this." He placed a velvet pouch into her hands and she could feel a generous amount of crowns weighing down her hand. "Make sure she buys herself a new dress."

With that he turned and left disappearing into the shadows. Rosalie frowned. What an odd person. She had expected the infamous Lord Gabranth to be someone who didn't waste his time wandering the streets at night for crime…

It didn't take long for her to help the girl into her home where her parents were waiting anxiously for her. They thanked her for her help. As she was walking to her own home, she thought of Lord Gabranth. He was an interesting character. And truth to be told, she was bored with her life. Beyond bored actually. Everything was the same, nothing was changing.

And that was why . . .

"Is there a reason why you came here, Ms. Rosalie?" said Lady Selena as she set a cup of brewed tea before her. Rosalie nodded, wandering how on earth such a person as Lord Gabranth would have such a beautiful and youthful mother.

"Yes," said Rosalie as she raised the cup to her lips to take a sip. It was delicious. "Is his lordship coming?"

"I'll go call him again." Lady Selena made to rise from her seat but stopped as the door flew open, revealing a young man with pointed ears and angled eyes.

"There's no need," said Lord Gabranth as he stepped into the room, his armored legs clanking against the floor. "You wanted to see me, mother?"

"No, Ms. Rosalie would like to have a word with you. If you need me I'll be out in the garden." With that she glided out of the room closing the door behind her. Gabranth turned to her, his expression impassive; he was not moved by her beauty. It surprised her.

"Yes?" The way he said it made it sound like he had better things to do and that made her more interested in him.

"I want to work for you."

That had caught him off guard for he didn't reply until nearly two minutes passed. "Work for me? And why would you want to do that?"

"Honestly . . . I just feel that working for you would be more interesting than my current life," said Rosalie. "Will you accept my proposal?"

He stared at her for a long time before turning on his feet, heading for the door and she'd thought that he had denied her before he spoke again. "Do what you want."

And it had been three years since that time and life couldn't be more interesting. Shortly after she joined, Bard was soon hired for a cook but his cooking skills could be put into question, seeing as he always destroys the kitchen. Then came Desdemona, the proud daughter of a nobleman, who served Lord Gabranth with devotion. And finally Finny, the overexcited man that always seemed to be putting a hole in the wall, either by his reckless strength or outright clumsiness. But in truth, life had become much livelier. The once quiet house with just his lordship, lady, and Saphira, had transformed into a mansion filled with laughter; their laughter.

Just then Lord Gabranth passed by, walking towards his chambers. "My lord," Rosalie called. He turned to stare at her. "May Desdemona and I take leave to the city to buy another tea set?"

He gave her the same look as three years ago before turning. "Do what you want," came his reply as he entered his room, closing the door behind him. Rosalie smiled as she went to search for her female companion. Life was looking up.

I hope you like this chapter of Rosalie, I wanted her to be different from the rest of the servants. But besides that, don't forget to review and tell me your ideas, it always gives me motivation to write Reversed Life. Not that I don't already have enough drive because I'm bent on finishing this story. See you all at my next chapter, which hopefully will be up soon in the next few days.