[center][h2][color=B47B84]Sera Makatza[/color][/h2][/center][center][sub]Bride of [b]Ineraz[/b]. Sister Bride of [b]Zeldria[/b]
Getting scolded by Ineraz [@SilverPaw] while little pets watch [@Saltwater Thief].[/sub][/center]

The hall was still, and unlike the rest of the manor, rather under decorated. There were a number of potted plants lining the walls and the occasional small painting, but nothing like what Sera had seen on the upper level. The most eye catching piece in the room was the rug that ran the length of the hall. Shimmers of gold stitching reflected off of the material as the sunlight shining through the strewn drapery danced over it. 

About halfway from the entrance way to the next sitting room was a bench and sitting on it was a petite young woman; Sera. She sat patiently, her hands clasped together in her lap as her eyes fixed on the shadow puppets moving across the golden stitched shimmering rug. She had been left there by the guard who had brought his hand to her; the guard that she had burnt. He had obviously gone to find her lord and tell him what had happened. The thought of running crossed her mind, but she wouldn’t get far with two guards standing by at the door.

[color=B47B84][i]Unless you burn the whole place down.[/i][/color]

Terror should have been the response to the situation, given that she was nothing more than property and she had harmed a Drakkan, but it was not terror for what would happen next. She was scared to be [i]feared[/i] again. To be forgotten. To become nothing more than a living ghost. Sera’s eyes softened as her brow furrowed and a lump formed in her throat.

[color=B47B84]”I don’t want to be alone again…”[/color]
[color=B47B84][i]Truly pathetic.[/i][/color]

The sound of footsteps echoing throughout the manor had Sera rise to her feet and face the direction they were coming from. The girl was still wearing the clothing that was given to her yesterday; an oversized tunic that was baggy in the shoulders and arms. It hung off of her like a wet rag and stopped just shy of her knee. At some point she had gathered her hair together in a rather loose ponytail midway up her head; there were strands of hair falling out of the knot she had created with twine that she had found somewhere in her Husband’s bedroom before venturing out. 

Sera’s heart began to pound a little harder as the steps grew closer until finally, Ineraz came into view. Behind him was the guard who had struck her and her sister bride, Zeldria. A curious question shot through her; why were the two of them there? 
[color=B47B84][i]To mock us, to stare… to do what people do best; to judge us.[/i][/color]

Her lord Husband advanced to her quickly and without little warning, posed a loaded a question; [color=008B8B]“You burned one of my guards?”[/color] 

The question pierced her like a knife lodging itself into her skin. Sera stood for a moment, resembling a frightened animal as she simply stared at Ineraz, unable to respond. A feeling of shame replaced fear as her thoughts caught up with her feelings; she had done it again. How many times had she, no, had Serafine burnt something [i]or someone?[/i] Sera looked up at Ineraz, hints of guilt in her eyes.

		[color=B47B84][i]It wasn’t me.[/i][/color]
[color=B47B84][i]It was you….[/i][/color]
		[color=B47B84][i]And you did nothing wrong.[/i][/color]

Scarlet eyes widened with shock, or was it a realization? Sera shot a look toward the guard behind Ineraz, rage in her eyes. Serafine was right, she did nothing wrong. Her entire life she was blamed simply because of who she was but the demons of her past did not live in this place; at least not all of them. Her gaze returned back to Ineraz, though it was softer than when she had looked at the guard. 

[color=B47B84]”I did burn him.”[/color] Sera began, her voice steady with resolute. [color=B47B84]”I went for a walk outside and stopped by a garden I found. I was daydreaming when he put his hand on me; I was startled and burned him. He hit me across the face and I apologized.”[/color]

It was the first time she had ever admitted to something [i]Serafine[/i] had done.

[color=B47B84]”The guard already punished me… but will you be doing so too?”[/color] She asked blankly, no emotion behind her words. Not one of fear or sorrow, just simply a statement. If she was going to be punished, she wanted it over with quickly.

[Hider=Summary]Poor little Sera is already causing trouble and is scared her new home will cast her out like her last one. Serafine breaks through... and for once, Sera accepts her. Get it girl.[/hider]