Privacy, the word her Baal used quite cautiously. Mumbling and throwing many incoherent sentences her way before shouting at her. There was something about that word in particular she found amusing, she needed to ask for permission. Just like olden vampires who preferred the method of being invited into the home of their victims.

"I'll be sure to take note of the privacy everyone needs, which is possibly why I would think that those who wish to not have their rooms cleaned sign a paper that's accessible in the common area."

Cleaning, cooking, maintaining the estate, all of the chores she was given -- a wonderful time to get her mind off of the topics Lord Owens would often inflict upon her at their every waking moment. What were their last thought before she was went on to her endless slumber.

"Rhian, I apologise for not speaking my name earlier -- I believe it's also engraved on the back of my neck. Though, such a thing was carved in spite," the latter part was mumbled as she tried to remember why it was there. An electrical current sharpened, pulsating her mind.

"As you are the one who has pieced me back together, I will give every part of my body to protect those that you love and adore, including this guild and you. I will join Odin's Spear if there is no objections from you."

There is a calm ringing in her voice, she looks at Ivory with a small smile. There is a need to repay, if it cannot be said aloud, then she must keep it her secret. Her first secret of being alive once more.

Ivory Volkov
ahhh rambles and more rambles

The word she used was not one Lord Owens would have used, it would have been better to use Baal rather than Master -- then again, not many would have known a word since it's associated with the archaic demon of the past. However, a friend was one word she has never associated herself to attain. Azure eyes look up to the woman, searching for words to properly come out of her mouth.

"I've never had a friend before, but," she hesitated a bit, her entire being was to serve and to care. Her freedom was nonexistent and still a foreign concept to her. "I hope we can get along, Miss Volkov."

With the day soon to start, she wanted to at least do something in return. "Though, it's be placed upon me since my creation, if I were to join the guild will it be possible for me to be in charge of the cleaning of the headquarters? Alongside with the many chores needed to maintain the place."

She has no ulterior motive, just a prime directive she was ingrained to follow.

Ivory Volkov

For more than seventy years, the cold settled underneath her. Gripping her core and shaking her. Her purpose, her reason no longer stands.

It was her voice which made Rhian become nostalgic for the warmth of home. She was all too similar to the brownies of the Gaelic myth, settling in a home to keep it warm and tidy -- a silky. Her previous home was familiar to her, and she never thought of leaving the grounds; especially when the lord passes on, she would still be on the estate, tending the place until she ceases to function.

Nevermore, nevermore, the world she once knew was simply a door. To lead her outside and to learn so much more. The maid looked at the person who mended her together, her eyes begin to soften. "For all the time I have been in slumber, almost assuming that I too would join the previous Baal, I must ask, and you can simply deny. Are you my master?"

There is much to learn of this world, what it brings and what it means.

Ivory Volkov
ended up rhyming unintentionally, at this point going with the flow will result in some rhymes, oops

She was silent, the truth was already settling on her body much like the warmth from earlier. The curse to continuously live, to harbor memories of the past that obstructs the future. This in itself, could be the salvation she never new she needed. What words could come out of her mouth now? Nothing. Her mind was fickle, unable to decide whether to accept the truth or not.

"Thank you for giving me a new life." Rhian gave a soft smile to Ivory, the tone in her voice was genuine -- albeit a bit flat.

To drift away, in memories of the unknown. To pick which ones come first and those that should not arise at all. While her attention was on Miss Volkov, her thoughts became clouded. What is my purpose? Lord Owens, from my knowledge never spoke of such a place. If only she had the chance to explore the library after her shifts, to know more about the world.

"Would you be so kind as to entertain me with the knowledge of the Godfrey's? Of this guild?" Her curiosity was never built into her, rather, it festered like a disease. She wanted to pursue, to expand her horizons even further. To find a purpose once more.

Ivory Volkov

The last log, the memory replaying in her mind. Such a bittersweet nonsense fumbled endlessly. Scattered, laid elsewhere until time passed. It was the warmth of the sun, or perhaps the rays where eyes fluttered to life once more. A voice so soft, it could pass off as the wind whispering. The twitch in her fingers, it loses all source of magic - the nerves connecting to the lacrima shattered and torn.

A soft breeze, a sense of warmth. The words audible for her to say before it became dark, "I don't want to die." The same words the lord spoke when she was merely a few feet away from them.

Sensations, different than the last. Piercing light obscuring her vision, her body felt whole.

Ivory Volkov
it's a bit short, but here you go!