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"Mom, just get some clothes that you think would look good on him."

"Oh, right!" She rushed off into the castle.

Gunther shook his head, and motioned for Doran to follow him. "That's my mother. She fusses over anything I bring home, even Pitra." He whistled, and a small bird fluttered onto his shoulder. "Meet Pitra."

"AnyONE, my mistake. Although I don't think Pitra likes being called a person, nor does the rosebush by the gate, nor does my pet cat." Gunther gently stroked Pitra's feathers, until Doran snapped at Pitra and he flew away. "You can leave right now. Just tell me when, and I'll order the servants to open the gates for you. If you don't want to be here, and this is the last place on earth you'd want to be, then go. But I can't help you once you leave the gates."

"Now we get to give you a room. You can pick any of the rooms in this hall," He pointed to a door. "... except for the first room to your left and the 3rd room to your right. My mother's is the first on the left, mine is the third on the right. There are 6 rooms total to choose from." Gunther smirked. "Unless of course you feel like sleeping with me... but I'm sure you wouldn't want THAT."

"Just be careful though - my cat tends to wander in there. And my cat takes VERY kindly to strangers." Gunther smiled, just as his cat walked up. "Ah, here he is now." His cat - Charles, by name - immediately went to Doran and rubbed against him, purring happily.

Iyla looked quietly at the ground. A slave. She was a slave. Again. She looked around at the walls around her, not dirty, but definitely not spotless. For some reason, though, the compulsive need to clean was gone. She sighed, placing her forehead back on her knees. She closed her eyes.

She had promised herself she would not cry. Usually it wasn't a hard thing, but for some reason, it really was.

This wasn't a horribly bad thing. She had been a slave before, but not in such a randomized situation. Her last master had actually gotten bored of her. Bored! She pressed her lips together tightly. The thought made what little temper she possessed flare, though it was quickly smothered by some sort of pain.

She sat her chin on her arm once again. He hadn't been the type for her, anyway. He never even discovered the ribbons at the back of her neck. A year and he hadn't touched her hair. She had been used as a cleaning lady, not as anything else.

It sucked. After all, she had liked him. He just didn't have the patience to deal with her quietness.

Her hand twitched at the memories and it gently felt the knot of different-colored ribbons at the back of her neck. She closed her eyes, sighing deeply. She re-wrapped her hand around her folded legs and continued to sit in her corner, waiting. For what?

Maybe she would get someone completely opposite of her. Sparks would fly. Maybe she would get someone perfect for her. She smiled softly to herself, but quickly suppressed it. She didn't want to let herself down.

Doran glared at Gunther and cotinued to try and avoid the annoying cat that plagued him. A moment later, Doran would run into his temporary room and closed the door quickly behind him, a triumphant little smile tugging at his lips. "Ha! Try and get me now, ya little p***k." Of course, he didn't think any further than getting away from the cat. He was now in a room, alone with Gunther. >_< That could bode ill for Doran.

Gunther laughed softly. "What, couldn't get enough of me?" He continued to chuckle as he made the bed. "There, now it's a little more tidy... and a lot less dusty." Slowly he opened a door which looked like a closet, but in fact was a doorway into the room right beside it. He walked through that room to the main door and opened it.

Immediately Charles rushed in and went to Doran, nuzzling his leg again with a purr.

"I can't control what my cat does - he is his own person, after all, correct? I won't help you any more than I have to, if that's how you want me to do it." Gunther gave a curt smile and then left to attend to his duties. Charles, however, had no problem cuddling up to the foxboy, as much as it was to Doran's chagrin.