a note of lyric ' ' shahriar

[' ' clarice ragna]

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Cox Manor had many rooms, though one room Clarice never objected to cleaning was the dining room. The room was elegant and every inch fascinated her... even if the room was a pain to clean. The beauty of the room never ceased to amaze her, then again... every room of Cox Manor was splendid and gorgeous in its own way.

In the middle of the room a young girl could be found on the floor, scrubbing the floor clean whilst her sparkling brown eyes took in the beautiful floor she left behind. She was halfway through her work, about half of the room was wet though sparkling and had started to dry, whilst the other was still to be cleaned. Clarice knew that the dining room had to be clean at every time of the day, hence why she was cleaning it yet again. Though the floor hadn't been all that dirty, she'd wanted it to shine.

Sighing, Clarice leaned back for a minute, allowing her rough hands to rest. Closing her eyes for a mere second, a small smile graced her features. When she opened her eye-lids once more, something caught her attention. It had always been there, and it had always drawn the attention of the Cox Manor maid. Her face lit up even more and with a playful smile, she stood, making her way to the object that was so graceful and stylish, yet still so very moving when used.

Her eyes lingered on the piano in an admiring manner as she neared it. A long, slender though turned rough from labor, finger slid across the back of the black piano, located in the corner. The piano was so very beautiful. Clarice could recall memories of when it was played, the melodies and tunes created by it touching and stunning in every single aspect. Her finger touched one of the notes, creating a sound.

In only a matter of a second, it left the piano once more as she cringed, hoping no one in the house had heard it. Though as she turned around, her breath got knocked out of her by the view she met. Someone was already there, and knowing how she really wasn't supposed to slack, she feared she might get a good scolding... Besides, she guessed the piano was one of the Cox's most prized possessions, she wasn't really supposed to touch it, was she?

"I - eh. I didn't touch a thing!" she lied, trying to save herself, though knowing that her try was meant to be a failure.
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[Shahriar S. Cox]

Regardless of her distant position the trace of sound that came from the piano had not escaped him. Upper class women played the piano, women that were raised to wed a rich man and play the piano in her spare time. Lower-class women such as their maid couldn't play the piano, and because of this Shahriar couldn't help but chuckled at her admiration. Who wouldn't admire every inch of their polished furnishings? Within this dear old science chap was amusement when it came to the maid, he would sooner hang himself then serve a rich family. But then he had grown up in one himself, so he would find the comparison quite humourous.

Giving a quick rise of the eyebrow he turned his back on her, not wishing to spend little more than several seconds of his attention on the labour. His bullying glare stood still for a second then turned away, his face would only lighten when he found something interesting to do today since they shut down his labs. His arms crashed against the wall with anger, "Dun' you worry about it" he stared at the wall for a long time in record silence after that. The outset atmosphere was tense, so Shahriar eventually decided to take a seat on the chalk white seats below the chandellier, the family were possibly all asleep. It was approaching midnight so the maid would soon be leaving also no doubt.

Not that he cared; hired subsidiaries didn't bother him in the slightest. In fact, he'd rather they were an unseen presence, a spirit that put everything in its place. "Before you retire to your room boil me some hot water" he demanded in a darling posh tone typical of his father. It was terrifying how he was becoming so much like him, minus the obvious realization that his father's interests remained with his family and the military. Shahriar had no family and it was too late for him, his father had attempted to find him a wife a long time ago; but he hadn't felt he was ready back then and now it was too late for him.

But it could be worse, he could a paid servant in a rich manor. She couldn't show resistance if she wanted to, her job was to obey his family. That sort of independence failed like socialists.

[' ' clarice ragna]

[/i] an object in the Cox household that fascinated the young maid Clarice like no other. For some stupid reason, she did feel like she could play it if she truly wished so. Had she not been stupid and had she gone back home, she was sure she would have had the proper education to play the piano... but that wasn't the case. The proud and fiery young employee of the Cox family had gone along with a younger version of Afrina Cox back then... and she'd remained the maid ever since.

Not that she regretted her choice, ... Clarice simply wished people would stop looking down upon her. Then again, she'd dug her own grave by being a maid, people were bound to judge her as poor and dirty... which she had become of course, after her father had told her that if it was what she wanted, she'd depend on her own strong will only. Which was exactly what she did, and she wouldn't openly complain about it anytime soon. However this matter and the piano was the least on her mind right now. Instead, she was worrying for her job.

The sparkle in her warm, chocolate eyes stood worried as her gaze was pinned on Shahriar Cox. The man had risen a brow and she couldn't help but chew just a tad bit on the insides of her cheek, hoping it'd go by unnoticed. The maid was nervous and obviously worried. Clarice couldn't remember just how many times one of the elder maids had warned her. The warm and caring voice still rang through her head. 'Make sure you're as silent as a mouse, hun. It'd be a pity to see you go.' Yet what had she done? Damn it! Why did she always get herself into trouble?

As the Cox turned around, Clarice hoped he'd leave it at this and just... abandon her in the room by herself. Clarice's petite frame jumped slightly as the man's fist collided with the wall, making quite the noise. In any other case, 'Clair', as many labeled her, would have tried to shush the man and point out to him that his family was still sound asleep. However, at this moment and in this situation, Clarice was frightened. And it showed on her features. She bit her lip as she said nothing, merely standing there being of no use and awaiting something... anything.

"Before you retire to your room boil me some hot water."

"I wasn't retiring just yet, sir... the floor still needs to be finished. And someone else has the morning shift tomorrow" Clarice spoke, her tone sweet and mild... still quite scared of the temper of the man. She was doing her best not to let her own temper shine through though.

"I'll gladly boil you some water though... but perhaps I could finish the floor first?" she requested, anticipating an answer. Perhaps, for once, she'd actually be able to finish the floor?
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