Adventuring through twisted time.
Verity always thought her future was all set for her. It would be all clear. Like a fairytale. To live a quiet and simple life. Marrying a nobleman, having many children and living peacefully. It was something she’d always dreamed about and saw for herself. Yet it was one that never came true. It all came crashing down on her soon as her father passed. Her half brother disowned her. Making sure that she had nothing to her name. Passing her off as distant cousin rather than be associated with her. Verity was qualified for nothing. At that time if you had no references nobody would take you on. Verity believed that it was her brother's plan all along. Making sure that she was qualified for nothing. To go from living a comfortable and happy life in a well off household to then finding herself on the streets. At that time she thought that it couldn’t get any worse. Yet how wrong she was. Taken hostage. To live through endless torture. Both physical and mental. She survived through all of it. Who and what she was something she was still trying to figure out. To come to terms with. That she’ll never be the same.
Slowly and surely she was starting to settle into this new found life she found herself in. Learning to adapt and evolve. She had both Devon and Libelle to thank for that. Both taught her how to control and manage her bloodlust and control. Still each night she was haunted by memories of her past. All of the bad ones each time. Feeling like she was reliving it all. All of the pain she endured. But when she awoke she had to remember that she was safe and free, that it wasn’t real anymore. At first she dared not to believe it. That she was free and safe. To survive it all but doing so she becomes something else. Never before had she believed in anything supernatural. Thinking that they were all bedtime stories. Some that are meant to scare people. A fragment of someone's imagination. Yet she learnt it was all real.
She was still to figure out who she was now. For the time being she was getting to the new normal. Verity was lucky to be given refuge and shelter at The Green Dragon. To work. Yet she chose to sway away from the usual work. Choosing to be a different type, one of her ladies. Swaying away from the men when it comes to leading them upstairs making sure to stay downstairs. Away from their grasps. Whether it be working behind the bar or making conversation with the customers helping for them to be accustomed to things. Yet Verity makes sure it stops there. Still old fashioned and stayed true with her values. Swaying away from any forms of constant with males. With what she’s been through, she didn’t like to be touched. It sends her right back to what haunts her the most.
She might be damaged but she’s not broken…
Today was turning out like any regular day at the brothel until a group of men walked into the place with a dark haired male leading the way. Walking with a sense of swagger and power. Somehow with their or so with his presence he’d be able to turn the whole place silent. Heads were turning in their direction. To who or most importantly who they were. There were a few whispers. Yet it didn’t affect Verity to take her away from what they were going to do. Choosing to keep her head down to let the men decide between themselves who has the bigger ego. By now she’d seen it all. The comings and goings of men. Knowing the type to come in flaunting the money. Wanting the best.
Verity chose to look and over seeing Libelle was already heading over to the table with drinks in hand. Hearing a few exchanges between the leader of the group. She could sense that they were the type that caused trouble. Something to watch out for. She carried on with her work, serving drinks to over customers. Looking back to the table she could see the drinks were running low of the groups with no Libelle in sight she knew that it was her turn. Pouring jugs of ale she took them over to the table. As she approached the table all different smells hit her. The ones that she noticed the most were ones of mint and sea water. Looking more closely at their attire she could see it was different to the other men who come here. She figured it out at first. “I have more of our ale for you men, don’t want any of you to empty glasses. Don’t we?” Verity greeted them all with a smile, making sure to keep them happy. All of a sudden it then came to her what they were “Wait your pirates?” She stumbled not seeing or coming across one before. “Maybe I should be getting you Rum instead?” Teasing softly before looking over to the male with the bluest eyes she’d seen. Verity could already guess he was the leader, one who would cause trouble if any was to arise.