To Serve an Eagle

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To Serve an Eagle

 

The raucous splat of rain pattered down upon the quiet town of Vuillermoz, a majority of its citizenry finding themselves within home and hearth for the night, the roaring heat of flames warming weary bones.

Frail hands trembled as they’d pull a ratty shawl tighter about their form, cheeks flushed and keeping a close hand to the young boy of just eight at her side. Rain drenched the duo, the sky having darkening and having departed from their hailed carriage, they took in the city with both hope and trepidation yet.

The soft squish of dirt turned mud beneath feet could be barely heard past the storming night, shoes relinquished to the boy at her side, head tucked firmly against his sister's waist. Not a peep of complaint left him, shivers wracking over his small body as they continued their journey.

Could it be true?

The thought is fleeting and brief, even as they closed in on their goal they set out for.

Spine straightening to that of steel, a firm knock sounded at the front door of the Vuillermoz keep, taking the respite from the rain from the minute overhang as they’d wait for an answer.

Moments pass.

Another knock.

And the door opens.

They’re met with discerning blue eyes.

 

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The heady heat of the fireplace is like a balm to one such Caroline Isaac soul after her harrowing journey. Her very being seemed to warm, the flames lighting her cheeks aglow. Paintings decorated the walls of the stone keep, well-loved and well-lived in and tea is soon provided, palms curling over the fine porcelain with a little sigh.

Never had she expected such hospitality.

Perhaps, then, it could be true.

Conversations undertook and soon laughter filled the front room, followed by a series of questions with hopeful intent.

An offer made and an offer accepted.

 

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The laughter turned serious and never had she expected such wisdom and respect.

She is merely a commoner.

And yet, as she fell to a kneeling position, dark gaze meeting to meet with that of a light one, she felt right at home.

If they were true, intended to keep their word, her brother would have a fine education.

A home.

She made an oath then and there, anything in the excitement of the moment to grasp onto this chance firmly and not let go.

“I, Caroline Isaac, do hereby swear

To serve the Vuillers and their progeny 

To the utmost of my ability.

Whether in rain or shine,

Dirt or dust,

I shall serve to my dying breath.

And so be it for my to have sons, daughters,

So shall they, too.

For to serve an Eagle,

Is to take flight to new heights.”

As Caroline Isaac rose forth to her feet, she felt something settle over her.

Assurance and peace.

For, she has arrived at what she shall call home.

 

 

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This post was made to showcase some of the RP that has been happening in Vuillermoz as of late, a bit of a POV! Aesthetic posts are always fun!