Jane slumber was interrupted by one of the maids, "Time to get up. Reaver is requesting his breakfast to be served by you." She Jane's maid outfit on the vanity and left.
Jane grumbled and clumsily got to her feet, "Why so bloody early?" she mumbled as she stumbled to the vanity. She looked at herself and cringed a bit, her hair was tangled everywhere, her face and arms were decorated with purple bruises and her dark brown eyes had the darkest circles around them. She then looked at the maids outfit and sighed in defeat, it was entirely too short and tight but she knew Reaver's staff had to be sensual looking.
She walked down the stairs into the dining room where Reaver was sitting and the very end reading a book. Suddenly a maid had pushed a tray into her hands and frightfully walked out of the room. Jane didn't understand why the maids were all hiding in the kitchen but she looked at the plate that contained toast, eggs, and some hotcakes with syrup next to them. She walked towards Reaver who didn't look up or at her and set the tray down in front of him, she then begun to walk back but was stopped by a firm voice, "Stay. Here." She obeyed.
Reaver had put his book to the side and carefully took the syrup in hand when he stopped abruptly. He looked at Jane with menacing brown eyes, "Could you get me the cook?" Jane nodded and walked quickly to the kitchen.
She found the cook who was sweating like a pig, "Reaver requests that you come to him, sir." The fat, ugly, middle aged man nodded and walked behind her probably staring at her arse.
Reaver smirked and looked at Jane, "Thank you, dear." And without even looking shot the fat man in the face.
"Why did you do that?!" Jane asked furiously ask the irony smell of the cooks brains filled her nostrils.
Reaver laughed, "The toast was burnt."
That morning Jane cleaned the blood off the floor and walls while the maids got rid of the body. Jane did not know anything about Reaver other than that he was a self-absorbed, sex crazed, hero.
After the blood and gore had been taken care of Jane was called to Reaver's study. The study was filled with books and the embers of a dying fire made the dull room glow, "Yes?" the word came out alittle more aggressive then she anticipated.
Reaver looked up and closed the book he was reading, "We need to go to the castle I have errands to do."
"Then I should go get some clothes on." Reaver nodded and opened his book back up.
Jane put on some leather trousers and a white shirt, she reached for her bag of gold and head downstairs.
The chariot ride was painfully silent as she watched the world from outside the window while listened to the horses hooves then suddenly Reaver interrupted her thoughts, "How much do you know about me?"
"I know enough to know that you are an arse."
A gun was quickly pushing upward against her throat, "Watch your tongue. Now what do you know about me?"
Jane looked at him in the eyes with a straight face, "You're a hero, you're a sex crazed maniac, you're immortal and you're greedy."
Reaver laughed a real laugh he put the dragonstomper away and continued to laugh, "That's it? Hahaha."
Jane ignored the laughing fool and caught a glimpse of her dragonstomper and in a second everything was quiet each one had a gun pointed to their heads, "If I am to work for you I request that you let me carry MY gun around."
"And if I don't?"
Jane pressed the gun into his temple alittle harder, "You're immortal but not invincible."
"True. Very well." He lowered his gun but jane waited sometime to lower hers.
Then they arrived at the castle.