She didn’t understand why she had to stand there, why she had to get all dressed-up and with her lips done. Well, she knew why, but she just didn’t understand why things couldn’t be different. Fear and disdain churned in her stomach as she eyed her father.
“Ok. You look good.”
“Father, why do I have to do this?”
“Oh, you know why,” he said emotionlessly as he made some slight adjustments to her dress.
“But, there’s one of him and a hundred of us. Why do we have to put up with him?”
“Well, honey, that’s just the way things are. And plus, he’s all-powerful. And we’re just simple folk.”
She didn’t know how to argue against this.
“Now, when he comes, pretend that you don’t want to go.”
“But I don’t.”
“And start crying. He likes that I hear.”
“Dad,” she sighed. “Will I ever see you again?”
Her father looked down. “I…it will be fine.” There was a knock at the door. Silence fell across the room. The father gulped and nodded to his daughter. “Stand up straight. Get ready to cry. But not right away.”
He stepped over to the door and opened it. A tall, gaunt figure stood there. His eyes were dark and cold.
“Good evening, my lord. Please come in.”
The lord stepped silently into the room. The father shut the door behind him. “Small house…” The lord observed.
“Yes. Um…well, here is my daughter. Ready to be your…well…”
The daughter stood-up straight and watched as the lord slowly moved over to him. She had seen him numerous times before, but always at a distance. A coldness shot through her blood as she saw his eyes cast themselves on her.
His hand suddenly snatched her face, assessing her features.
“I guess she will do. Come.”
“Right, thank you my lord.”
The lord didn’t say anything. The daughter started to follow the lord but stopped to give her father one last hug. But it was brief as the lord’s patience shouldn’t be tested. The lord and his new servant stepped into the darkness and snow and headed towards the castle at the top of the hill.
Written for 13 Days of Samhain.