The Blue Eyed Child: The Class Shift (1)

*Naomi is cleaning Gabriel's study, dusting the top of his desk, making sure not to look at any of the papers. Wearing a very shabby dress, torn at the ends*

G: *enters the den silently, leaving the door open. Dressed in a black suit with a black tie. Lightly coughs*

N: *looks up, seeing Gabriel* Oh, M'Lord, good morning. *curtsies*

G: How are you?

N: I am good, and you, M'lord?

G: I am good, but, nowhere near a Lord.

N: You are a Lord, but please, release me? *still in a curtsy, shaking*

G:  You may stand, handmaiden.

N: *stands, smiling* Thank you, M'Lord.

G: You're welcome.

N: M'lord, what shall you be doing today, since you may do whatever you wish.

G: *claps hands twice* You're right, I can.

*another handmaiden walks in, holding a large velvet dress. Hands it to Gabriel, curtsies, and leaves the way she came*

G: *holds it out to Naomi* Here, take it.

N: *stares at the dress, amazed at the beauty, wanting it but doesn't take it*

G: *stares intently* I believe this is the part where you put it on.

N: *nods rapidly, then leaves. Comes back about five minutes, dress on. The old dress is over her arms, looking more like a curtain. Blushing a deep red* Thank you, Lord Gabriel.

G: You are most welcome

N: *looks down at dress* M'Lord, this dress would look best on a proper Lady.

G: The word "Lady" holds too much meaning.

N: Yes, but still, a woman of higher status should wear this.

G: *smiling mischievously* Well, I am a Lord, and I do have power . . .

N: *eyes widen* M'Lord, you can't be serious!

G: You mean, the turning of you into a Lady? Yes, I am. I will be back momentarily. *leaves and returns a few minutes later with a piece of paper tied with a red ribbon* Please, read it.

N: *takes it slowly, opening it carefully and begins to read it closely*
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G: You will own the Gardens, The western lake view, the western part of the manor, access to almost every room, and all the affilities in that area.

N: *nods slowly* Are you sure you want me to be a Lady, though?

*the handmaiden from earlier glares at Naomi with a jealous rage*

G: *Glares at the handmaiden with icy cold eyes*

*she leaves, but listens at the door*

G: Yes. I want you to be the mistress of my home. The Lady of Castle Terra.

N: *looks at the door* You didn't need to kick her out, M'Lord . . .

G: She annoyed me. *walks to the desk, sitting* Now, Have you made your choice?

N: *hesitates, then answers* Yes, Lord Gabriel. I . . . I would like to be a Lady.

*a light gasp comes from the door*

G: *leaves, shutting the door this time. Another door slams shut, and distant yelling is heard*

N: *runs as fast as she can to the door and opens it*

G: *alone* Yes?

N; *looks up and down the hallway. The ends of a dress are seen at the end of the hallway, turning the corner* What did you do?

G: *sighes* Promise me something?

N: Yes, M'Lord?

G: Some doors aren't meant to be opened.

N: *nods* I understand, Lord Gabriel.

G: *smiles* Now then, what would you have me call you?

N: *grins* Lady Naomi.

G: May I call you Mimi?

N: You may.

G: Good. Now, let's start out your move by taking all your things to the second master bedroom: your new room.

Author's Note

(Working on it for two years, but willing to make some improvements. If it sounds awkward at the beginning, this story started as a roleplay between a friend and I between text message.)
(Criticism welcome)