It was an overcast day and the market place was crawling with people as usual. Merchants hollered to the passing patrons, trying to swindle them into buying fine silks, exotic fruits and spices. Madeline Devereux and her employer, Collet Sigrue, walked through the narrow streets, Madeline followed her. Servants of royalty always walked behind they’re master, it was a sign of veneration on the part of the servant.
As they walked along, Madeline couldn’t help but notice Collet’s dress. It was pure silk with small pink bows embroidered on it. She was a debutante, yet somewhat arrogant at times. Madeline envied Collet’s glamorous lifestyle, but due to the misfortune of being born a peasant, she would never know the feeling of being an aristocrat. After shopping in the market place for about an hour, Collet decided to go to the dock to make sure all the wedding arrangements were in order.
Later that week, Collet and her fiance, the Duke of Chatham, were going to get married on one of the Royal Armies ships. When the two ladies arrived at the dock, Collet immediately went aboard the biggest ship on the dock. She yelled for the navigator, and while doing so, Madeline became distracted by a young man standing on the deck of the ship, but this man was no stranger to her. Things between her and Ivan weren’t exactly cordial, after what had transpired between them in the course of the last month, they had turned what could have been something sweet into something sour. She noticed him giving her an icy stare out of the corner of her eye. She couldn’t blame him for being mad at her, but she wished that she could take everything back just to be with him. She wanted to say something to him, but the words could not come out. All she wanted was the chance for some excitement in her life. When she met Ivan for the first time, she knew he would be the one who could make her come back to life.
She stared at him for the longest time in hopes that he would sense her apology and come running over, but she knew he wouldn’t be able to speak a kind word to her considering she’s the reason he was now a slave. When the two women left the dock, Madeline could not help, but look back at Ivan. In the back of her mind, she knew he could never just forgive and forget, it wasn’t in his blood.
Later in the evening after Madeline finished her tasks, she retired to her quarters, which was in De La Croix palace, named of course after the Duke Pierre. Madeline was one of the luckier servants, she had her own bedroom. It was decorated with only the fanciest materials and furniture, she even had a balcony of her own. Of course the down side to having an upstairs bedroom was that she had the room right next door to Collet’s. That made it easier for her to call on Madeline to fluff her pillows, pull the curtains closed, and turn down the bed. Madeline didn’t mind doing things for her, but she did mind being called rude names and being physically abused because the bed wasn’t made right.
Madeline stepped out on the balcony to get a breath of fresh air. There was a perfect view of the harbor from where she was, the salt air filled her nostrils while the soft glow from the moonlight danced across the water. She noticed the torches that lined the dock would flicker when the wind blew. All was calm and peaceful and off in the distance, she could see Ivan’s old ship the “Malevolent.” it was still in dry dock. When Duke De La Croix made Ivan a slave he took the ship from him as collateral. He was going to use it for whatever the purpose. However, the “Malevolent” wasn’t in the best shape to be put into good use for anybody. It was in such a wreck that it couldn’t even be used for fire wood. Ivan’s only possession was that ship, it was the only thing that really meant anything to him, and she got it taken away. Her memory suddenly became very vivid.