Saint Olga would ve sitting at a desk in a home. She would be writing a harsh and cruel letter that was to be delivered to a young madien. The muffled screams could be heard from behind her as she finished looking back at Mr. Perfect. He was gagged and being held down and guarded by twenty skeletons. She needed to make a meeting between her and this maiden not harken, and get them broken up on the process. An easy enough job. She folded the letter setting it down before walking to the young noble smiling slightly. The man looked terrified, it was delightful. She knelt down slightly taking his hand in hers and skipping off his signat ring. She then went to the letter stating it in wax with the ring smiling at her handy work. She took a snarl bit of his colone and dusted it over the letter so it smelled like him before going to leave. She needed to say nothing to this man. She looked back at him once more smiling at his misery as she left to deliver the letter.
She walked to her home, however on the street corner was the client who hired her, guess he was ready to swoop in and steal her. It didn't matter to Saint Olga. She approached the door and knocked on it as a young woman answered, the maiden. Olga spoke first.
Hello, I have a letter from my young Lord for you.
She said holding out the letter. As if she knew it was from him based on the scent and the seal she quickly opened it up wasting no time reading it. However as she read it her giddy happy look went from that to one of a shocked and horrified look. Internally I made her happy that her work was actually being believed, however externally she had to keep her respectful and professional look on her face to keep up the ruse. She shook slightly on the verge of tears looking up at Saint Olga.
Did he...actually write this...
Yes, I watched him personally, I am sorry if the content ls upset you.
Thank you, I must be going now I apologize.
She spoke in a polite tone of voice trying to put on a phone however all she could do pass that was nod and slowly shut the door. She had a look of a thousand yard stare on her face as she shut it. As soon as it was shut she turned around and began to leave as she left she looked over at the man on the street corner who was watching her do the job. A satisfied look on the man's face he walked past her no words were exchanged nothing was but she went immediately to the door to go claim his prize. For Saint Olga though, her part was done. Helping him win the girl wasn't part of it. Though she would keep Mr. Perfect locked up in his home for the next twenty four hours, just to show her client some kindness.
WC: 518
She walked to her home, however on the street corner was the client who hired her, guess he was ready to swoop in and steal her. It didn't matter to Saint Olga. She approached the door and knocked on it as a young woman answered, the maiden. Olga spoke first.
Hello, I have a letter from my young Lord for you.
She said holding out the letter. As if she knew it was from him based on the scent and the seal she quickly opened it up wasting no time reading it. However as she read it her giddy happy look went from that to one of a shocked and horrified look. Internally I made her happy that her work was actually being believed, however externally she had to keep her respectful and professional look on her face to keep up the ruse. She shook slightly on the verge of tears looking up at Saint Olga.
Did he...actually write this...
Yes, I watched him personally, I am sorry if the content ls upset you.
Thank you, I must be going now I apologize.
She spoke in a polite tone of voice trying to put on a phone however all she could do pass that was nod and slowly shut the door. She had a look of a thousand yard stare on her face as she shut it. As soon as it was shut she turned around and began to leave as she left she looked over at the man on the street corner who was watching her do the job. A satisfied look on the man's face he walked past her no words were exchanged nothing was but she went immediately to the door to go claim his prize. For Saint Olga though, her part was done. Helping him win the girl wasn't part of it. Though she would keep Mr. Perfect locked up in his home for the next twenty four hours, just to show her client some kindness.
WC: 518
