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Just tossing this up here, I had to do it. Let me know if there’s a need for a “translated” version of this, as the dialogue here is in an older dialect of English than is used today.
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TW: Vampire whumpee, house fire mention, Dehumanization, humiliation, leash and collar mention, a flaming row/shouting match over it, domestic violence/manhandling, threat of whipping/beating.
1579
Under the newly knighted Sir William Nightley’s directions, building work was begun in earnest on the new home for his family and posterity. The people of Atcombe town had already begun to call it Blackthorne Hall, after the little hamlet of Blackthorne that had stood close by, and the old Nightley Hall itself, which had both burned down in that fatal night last Autumn. Until their new home would be finished enough to live in, Sir William rented his family the finest house he could get in Atcombe and rode over daily to oversee the work.
Yves had taken up some of his former duties in the oversight of the household but his role was still unclear, and Agnes Nightley was still not entirely at ease with having a vampire servingman in her home, and around her son or little infant daughter. She pretended to be, for her husband’s sake, but Yves could hear heartbeats now. He was learning what a tight smile but an elevated pulse meant, when people did it at the sight of him. Fortunately, she had taken the children to run about on the village green when the painting arrived.
It was brought by a courier, wrapped in clean rags and canvas to protect it. Sir William pulled the covering from it and leaned it against a heavy brass candlestick on the table in the main room of the house, where there was light enough to see it best.
Yves emerged from doing up the beds in the bedrooms, coming down the stairs. “What, is this that painting commissioned in Spring, brought from London at last?”
