Post by Daphne Kerrith on Jan 27, 2009 7:29:33 GMT -5
Daphne hadn't settled into her new place yet.
There were boxes scattered, really just things that she hadn't bothered to unpack. Instead she chose to revel in her new found space of her own, and space was the one thing she had asked for when she told her publicist to find her a new house in England.
It was time she returned home though she didn't really consider London her home at all. She didn't really consider anyplace home. Home was where the heart was and you had to have a heart in order for the saying to work. Daphne had rid herself of hers long ago.
Sighing she reclined on her chase lounge that faced her floorlength windows. The view from the lounge was absolutely stunning and she could not have cast a better spell to envision the private property lake that was but a mere ten steps from her back door.
Ten minutes from falling asleep there was a pecking on her spotless windows that annoyed her immensely.
"What now?" she asked in a heated grumble. Who even knew she was here besides her publicist?
Gritting her teeth she used her wand to open the door so she didn't even have to move. The owl swooped in and left the letter in her lap before flying right back out.
The letter must not have required a reply. One look at the stationary and Daphne knew why. There was no "return to sender" on a directive from these people, there was no response required, whatever was said in that letter needed to be addressed and handled without any inconvenience to the people involved. Daphne knew this because she knew the rules, because she herself had been a part of them, she had used their resources to break away from her family and in turn make a marriage match out of her league, it didn't matter that it didn't work out the way she would have liked it. The people she was now dealing with were serious, and she had thought she escaped them long ago.
Apparently that wasn't so.
There were boxes scattered, really just things that she hadn't bothered to unpack. Instead she chose to revel in her new found space of her own, and space was the one thing she had asked for when she told her publicist to find her a new house in England.
It was time she returned home though she didn't really consider London her home at all. She didn't really consider anyplace home. Home was where the heart was and you had to have a heart in order for the saying to work. Daphne had rid herself of hers long ago.
Sighing she reclined on her chase lounge that faced her floorlength windows. The view from the lounge was absolutely stunning and she could not have cast a better spell to envision the private property lake that was but a mere ten steps from her back door.
Ten minutes from falling asleep there was a pecking on her spotless windows that annoyed her immensely.
"What now?" she asked in a heated grumble. Who even knew she was here besides her publicist?
Gritting her teeth she used her wand to open the door so she didn't even have to move. The owl swooped in and left the letter in her lap before flying right back out.
The letter must not have required a reply. One look at the stationary and Daphne knew why. There was no "return to sender" on a directive from these people, there was no response required, whatever was said in that letter needed to be addressed and handled without any inconvenience to the people involved. Daphne knew this because she knew the rules, because she herself had been a part of them, she had used their resources to break away from her family and in turn make a marriage match out of her league, it didn't matter that it didn't work out the way she would have liked it. The people she was now dealing with were serious, and she had thought she escaped them long ago.
Apparently that wasn't so.