Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Moonlight, nor am I making any money from this, though I'm certainly having fun playing with the characters. No infringement intended.
Warnings: Implied attempted assault. If you're sensitive to the topic, please read with care.
Summary: Perhaps, Coraline thought later, she had just gained a friend.
A/N: This was inspired by a comment that diane31 left in a review on my fic, Hearsay.Thank you, diane31! Originally, I was going to try to make it another answer to Champagne Challenge #159, but it just wouldn’t fit in seven sentences, lol.
As always, I thank my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ who is the source of all inspiration.
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Kith and Kin
1738
Coraline was returning to her chambers from her father’s study when she heard a startled gasp and paused.
Frowning faintly, she looked into a nearby alcove to find that her brother had cornered one of the maids, and he was advancing on the woman with a smirk that Coraline recognized all too well from the Court.
The maid had pressed her back against the wall and was watching him with wide eyes, though there was a defiant edge to the way she held herself even then.
Before Coraline had realized it, she was speaking.
“Lance.”
He turned around to face her, annoyance plain on his face, and she forced herself not to react; she had not always feared him - once, as a little girl, she had even been somewhat fond of him - but he’d grown increasingly malicious over the years. Of late, it seemed that only their father and the King still had the ability to command him.
“What is it?” he demanded.
“Father would like to speak with you.”
It was not quite a lie - their father had mentioned that he and Lance had business to discuss, though he had not said that the matter was urgent.
“Now?” he asked, eyes narrowed.
“Yes,” she answered, hoping that, if he discovered the truth, the shreds of the bond they’d shared as children would be enough to protect her.
To her great relief, Lance gave a frustrated sigh, then, sparing one last smirk for the maid, he turned and left.
The maid slowly stepped away from the wall, though she was now watching Coraline warily, clearly not sure what to expect.
Coraline studied her thoughtfully.
She had seen the woman about the house before, though she’d largely ignored her as she did most of the staff.
The maid was shorter than Coraline herself, but willowy, with intelligent blue eyes, and sharp, fine features; a few strands of blonde hair were visible beneath the cap she wore. The faint lines around her eyes and mouth suggested that she was older than Coraline, perhaps by a handful of years or more, but she still had her youthful looks and was certainly beautiful enough to have attracted Lance’s attention.
And Lance, Coraline knew, would find the maid again soon enough. There was little she could do for her, unless…well, perhaps there was something.
“What is your name?” Coraline asked.
“Cynthia, my lady.”
“Cynthia, I find that I’m in need of a new chambermaid. You’ll do. Come with me and we’ll discuss your duties.”
The woman stared at her in surprise for a long moment, long enough that when Coraline turned to leave, the maid had to hurry to catch up. When she did, she stayed a respectful half-step behind.
“My lady?” she said eventually.
“Yes?”
“Thank you.”
And Coraline smiled.
Fin
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A/N: I imagine them being friends before they were turned, so this is set before that particular event. Thank you for reading, and of course, please let me know what you think!
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