Charlotte watched as Lord Ewing was risked away by the man named Karol, leaving her alone with her new master. She was expecting a slap to the face, being belittled, or him rushing her to his bedroom to try her out and have his way with her, but instead he spoke to hear, his voice gentle and non-threatening. He introduced himself as Alwyn, but didn't refer himself as her master, which was odd, they usually did. She gasped softly as he grabbed her arm and led her down a long hallway. It was beautiful, they always were, but she never really got the chance to stop and admire the beauty of her previous homes, nod doubt this one would be different.

He told two maids standing at the end of the decorated hallway to get her cleaned up and changed, was she going to get to actually wear something not dirty or torn, or old? The two maids did exactly as instructed. About an hour later, Charlotte was bathed, her brunette hair in natural curls, and changed into a lavender gown that reached the floor, the corset top hugging her, which at the waist flowed out, a new pair of white shoes occupied her feet. 

She was then being led to a dining room, where a place for her was set up, her new master, or whatever he was, sitting at the end. Charlotte took her place at the table and kept her gaze down, her previous homes she wasn't allowed to look her master in the eye, so it was what she was trained to do.