Sorry for not updating in a while, I'm currently writing a full book, but heres something to keep you going for now!
I could hear the sounds of the servants
clearing away the residue of last night party. I did not wish yet to open my
eyes. I roll over on the silk, satin sheets and feel there slick surface against
my exposed flesh. I haven’t slept naked since I was a child, but this morning I
could not care less. I open one eye just a chink, so no one notices I’m awake,
and watch the maids collecting half drunken glasses of champagne and now stale
mouth sized morsels of food. I stretch out along the bed, managing to partially
discard the thin fabric of the sheet above me, exposing my entire back and one pale
buttock to the room full of my staff. I allow my eyes now to both open, but
still hooded and weak as I take in the room around me and pull mysef to a
sitting position, lethargically pulling the sheet around my naked frame. Quickly,
the population of the room bows at me.
“Oh,
don’t even bother with that today.” I say, with a mild irritation. They quickly
get back to making my room the polished guilt masterpiece that it is as I
beckon Sebastian, my head butler over to me. He comes over and nods solemnly.
“What
may I do for you this morning?” He asks quietly. Aware of my fragile state this
morning.
“Tea!
Lots of it! And I need chocolate and cream pastries!” I order, firmly, but not
unkindly.
“Of
course.” He leaves and makes the arrangements as I toss the sheet from me as I
stretch and sprawl myself on my bed, safe in the knowledge that everything is
being done around me. I need not lift a finger if I so desired, and today, no
finger shall be lifted.
