Lady Dyne was the current lord and master of the territory and castle. Her voice had a silken buttery quality that lent itself well to her languid mannerism. With zero hurry she held the child without care, befitting her noble image.
"That is Lady Oakenstaff, the one I spoke of." Sir Octave Bandersnatch unslung the buzz saw he used to break into the wall to free the noble.
"I knew that what I was asking was why she was crawling through ductwork instead of being guided to my office for an interview?" Shifting slightly, the lady stared directly at the trepid girl.
"You inherited her eyes." After which the noble was jerked to the left. Head butler had not a spec on him despite using a sawblade that flung dust and rock everywhere. When the noble faced him, he quickly selected the right flavor for this moment, jamming a honey lemon sucker into the child's mouth.
"Thank you." There was no smile but something about this made the child feel far less fearful.
"Apprentice take her." Swinging and tossing her behind her head, the lady of the house walked forward without pause.
"My office by the hour."
"Of course, my lady." Unlike the aged servant who was head of the castle staff, the apprentice was far less put together. It was more like a child playing dress up than the impressive form of Sir Octave.
"You will stay with us for the moment, we need to get you presentable." Unlike the lady which saw the small child as luggage, the apprentice held her properly, supporting her so she could sit comfortably.
"I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused." There wasn't any energy left for her anxiety or fear, it was to late to do anything more.
"Fear not, the lady of the house is always like this." Sir Octave could always be counted on for a soft word.
"In truth, she recently tore a wall out to make a window, before realizing it was the wrong wall."
"It was a vent port, and the wall was in the way of another project." Sir Octave corrected the apprentice.
"The master does often renovate the castle for whatever latest item she is building, though she hasn't done anything new recently…"
"So, it's not bad that a bunch of things stopped in the castle?"
"…Tis nothing for it, worry not. It was built to help prevent people from getting hurt." The butler reassured the girl despite calculating the cost and effort it was going to take to fix matters.
Why does it have so many lethal traps than? It was strange to the noble she had never heard of anyone getting hurt despite everything trying to kill someone.
"This room is where we will take care of you today."
She let her guard down! Now there was bound to be someone ripping her nails off, suspending her from her hair, put in the gluer, or maybe lit on fire.
"These are the maids that normal serve lady Dyne, they will help you bathe and dress you for your meeting with the lady."
Bath and clothes, even worse!
"Ruby, Citrine, Emerald, have arrived, the stop light sisters are here." Posing erratically, three maids with brilliant hair colored after their namesake. Ruby with two finger guns acrost her chest. Citrine fist up ready to fight. Emarald a single hand covered her left eye like a mastermind. Sparkling brightly the noble was blinded by the overwhelming flashness.
"New poses I see." From the apprentice's arms, the three maids were something new to the noble lady. Green was not a color of hair, and their uniforms all featured ribbons that matched, their maid outfits had the same features, black skirts, white boots with far more embellishments. Their head pieces had lacy frills, and their stocking had white nets over the dark nylons.
"You know we don't have much to do when the lady isn't in residence." Ruby complained to the head butler.
"Well and good. This young one is meeting with the lady so prepare her well." Sir Octave stated motioned for the noble to passed over.
"Save me!" Unknowingly striking an arrow through the hearts of every one present, the noble executed a perfect example of pitiful waif required to be protected.
"The ladies orders are absolute." No amount of cuteness could replace the sheer terror of the angry lady Dyne. Last time she was furious, she built a room with multiple stages of crushing capabilities, so she could have all the crushing joy she desired.
Don't antagonize someone who builds forty by forty spaces just to torment and crush people.
"We will take good care of the young lady!" Emerald announced happy to have someone to pamper.
"Remove the drool from your face Citrine we will return for the lady in half the clock turn." Sweeping out of the room the noble was left to her fate.
"Don't worry we will take good care of you." Gulping at Rubys words the noble wildly looked about to run but was captured before she could escape.
Thirty minutes later…
"I think we out did ourselves this time girls." Ruby exclaimed.
"Right the lady of the house never lets us dress her up." Emerald wistfully
"I call it summer in seaside." Citrine proudly.
"Lame!"
Tiffaney was too exhausted to lose her soul again, but instead looked at the large mirror in the room.
Light yellow cuffs with delicate lace. Dark rounded buttons, ruffled shoulders, and soft collar. Her long skirt had flower embroidery, yellow trim with a pale white body, her shoes had bright gleaming buckles and were the same dark wood brown as the buttons. As she gazed in the mirror, from her shinny slick hair freshly conditioned, to her soft frilly socks peeking at the edge of her skit she lost all sense of everything.
"I look just like my sister did when she would dress up…" Stop light sisters didn't know why the noble seemed so stunned, writing it off as she never wore fancy outfits. When she saw her older sister in various noble gowns, it was always glittering with exemplified true beauty. Lady Tiffaney was not noble enough get new clothes, let alone fine crafted dresses.
"That's me, right?" She was so out of it that she, the illegitimate trash could look this pretty that she didn't notice being taken by the butler duo to see the master.
"You clean up well, eh kid?" Blinking she returned to her sense as she stood in front of the Lady Dyne herself. Lady of the house had her hair pulled back, her light blouse had several filigrees, horizontal ribbons of gold in graceful curves. Her buttons were all cog shaped. Over her left chest, was the symbol of house Dyne, a slightly open drafting compass, with an ax, set against gear teeth. Two chains fell from the large badge. One to a timepiece, the other to her waist. Her legs had fitted slacks, with sharp seems and her boots were shiny enough to blind.
"Lady Tiffaney Oakenstaff, of Greenweld, greets Lady Dyne of…Dyne." In a proper dress the noble delivered a proper curtsy. Holding it the lady stared as if trying to discern something. Her knees started to wobble before the Miss Dyne responded.
"Isn't it tiring to hold a bow like that?" This situation had not been in any of noble etiquette of Tiffaney's forced lessons. "Eh, relax I'm not one for ceremony."
Lady Dyne released her with a wave of her hand hand, the noble returned upright before she could open her mouth to speak the lady continued without care.
"Don't care about since you're my new daughter. Welcome to the family kiddo."