Dreamed Into Life

[Illianna]

I do not look up from my rosary until it is finished only then do I join her for dinner. "Good evening." I say flatly still not knowing what to call her

[Ravna]

"Good evening." She moves to unlock the manacles, freeing Illianna to eat the simple stew before them, tear the good wheat bread. "You are well." It isn't really a question. 

[Illianna]

I nod slightly it's not an awnser so much as an acknowledgement. I eligantly rais my spoon to my lips. "What shall I call you" I ask between bites.

[Ravna]

"Mistress will do." She takes a spoonfull, heaping, and doesn't bother to blow on it before consuming it. 

[Illianna]

My stomach churns at her manners but I compose myself. "That's an odd name." I say gently not wanting to offend

[Ravna]

Ravna nearly chokes, then grimaces at her. "You misunderstand. My name is Ravna, but you do not have my permission to use it."

[Illianna]

My face flushes bright red and I look down refocusing on my stew, still I can feel in my gut that she is more amused than angry. "May I ask you something.... Mistress" I say softly

[Ravna]

"You may not. Eat your stew." She takes another spoonful herself, seemingly in a hurry. 

[Illianna]

I sigh but do as I'm told. I've spent my life taking orders, why stop now? I take a few more bites befor putting my spoon down "has word been sent to my family?" I ask suddenly feeling bold, my life is over so why should I just let them take me?!

[Ravna]

"No." Ravna scoops up some of the broth with her bread, chewing it mightily. 

[Illianna]

"It's because their dead, isn't it. Hilla collapsed in on them." It's a fact my family and my people are dead as I had dreamed them to be last night

[Ravna]

"I have no idea, nor do I care. I hope they are dead. Then your country will be ripe for the plundering. Now cease this prattle. You are no good to me except for your womb, and I intend to get use of it as soon as possible."

[Illianna]

"You are a cruel and heartless witch" I spit anger like I've never felt before rising in me

[Ravna]

"And you are a fool and a simpleton. Eat your stew."

[Illianna]

"No"it's a hard flat word tasting of lead I stand elagantly and walk to the door "leave." It a command the first I've ever truly given I'm not asking I'm telling. And I want her to leave