Shadows Over Arcadia Chapter 30: 30. Sylfina Pt 1

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30. Sylfina Pt 1 I am Sylfina Elowen, 324 years old, and I am a lot more than just a loyal servant and Governess to the Noble Griswald Household. https://shadowsoverarcadia.com/api/storage/objects/uploads/8c358212-6119-4210-aba2-44806292c67c https://shadowsoverarcadia.com/api/storage/objects/uploads/14e0dff6-5d79-4ade-a6bb-9ab1ebefc4f0 DING. DING. DING. I awaken to the chime of my timekeeper, as I do every morning. Instinctively, my hand reaches for it on my nightstand, and my fingers brush against the smooth metal casing of the chronologue as they search for the protrusion atop of it. I find and press it in with a satisfying click, silencing the alarm. Sleep clings to my senses and I deeply desire the simple joy of rolling back into it. But alas, I have far too many responsibilities to attend to today, as I do every day. I pull open the brass cover of the timepiece, revealing numerous delicate dials slowly and unstoppably marking the passage of a day that won't be waiting around on my account. The glowing needles mark the fifth hour. With a soft click, I shut the cover. I hadn’t needed to check, the alarm always chimes at the same time, as constant as the sun and moon. Opening it was just habit, a reflex honed over years. Holding the chronologue, I sit up as the white sheet slides off my naked breasts, pooling at my waist before slipping away completely, while Lord Griswald sleeps soundly beside me. His tall muscular frame, twice the size of most men, remains imposing even in rest. On his other side, my fellow elf, Daphne, shifts slightly, snuggling deeper into the warmth of the sheets I now must leave. Her ample bosom presses into him, her face nuzzling against his shoulder in contentment as her lapis eyes flutter open briefly, meeting mine. Managing the master’s domain requires that I rise early, though I do not mind it. In fact, I am proud to serve our master. I do, however, envy Daphne. It’s her turn to sleep in with the master, and to be his morning comfort when he wakes. I have no malice in my jealousy, and I easily return her sleepy smile before leaning forward to place a light kiss on Griswald’s forehead. He stirs but does not wake. Unlike the other maids, who take turns sharing Griswald’s bed, I spend every night at his side. My master has a large appetite and varied desires, but I hold a special position in his life. Slipping out of bed, I retrieve my silken nightgown from the floor and exit the master’s chambers. The dim hallway is lit by enchanted crystal sconces, their soft glow catching in my silver hair. There are currently no other men in this household, and at my age, modesty is a meaningless notion. So, I make my way confidently toward the baths in the buff to wash last night’s affections from my body and begin the day fresh and clean. My bare feet make light taps on the cold stone floor as I walk down the halls, the cool air brushing against my skin. The mansion is quiet at this hour, save for the soft hum of magical crystal sconces lining the corridors, their glow casting gentle light across the polished stone. I pass the many rooms that house the ten servants and four retainers who reside here, each door closed in slumber. Upon reaching the bathhouse, I step into the dressing room and place my nightgown into one of the shelves that line both sides of the room. Then I continue into the bathing hall. The grand room is immaculate. Polished stone floors reflect the flickering light of the enchanted sconces that encircle the vast bathing basin. I grin to myself, recalling how the spacious bath has, on occasion, felt far smaller when filled with bodies indulging in far more than just bathing. Along the walls, statues stand at regular intervals, each depicting, in exquisite detail, a different feminine figure in all her natural beauty. Griswald has a very particular taste in art. Between the statues, mirrors are set into the walls, and before them are stools where one can sit to tend to their hair and makeup. Be