Editing Femarchs (section)

===Sanguinia's Anon===

You wait patiently at attention. 

The faint clack of silverware against fine china echoes throughout the stately room as your Lady Sanguinia quietly eats her meal. The sumptuous smell of the roasted grox, the rich pepper sauce, the sauteed fungus and vegetables, all  served with a bottle of rich Merlot from the Monestary's vineyards all are enough to make your mouth water. But you persevere. The two cups of recaff you had for breakfast this morning are enough to keep you going for now. Your duty to serve your Lady isn't finished yet. 

“So Anon, have you completed the tasks I set for you?” Lady Sanguinia asks, gently carving a dainty piece of grox from the steak.

You stand up straighter. ”I have, my Lady.” you affirm. 

”Really? Are floors clean?”

”Indeed, My Lady. Floors are mopped and the carpets cleansed.”

”And what about the windows?” she asks, her honeyed voice reaching your ears as she turns to face you, her eyes wandering over your form as she appraised you like one would a trusty tool.

”Crystal clear, My Lady. Curtains have been steam cleaned and restored.”

”The bed and the laundry?”

”Your bed has been made with fresh sheets, pillows have been fluffed, bed frame polished, and all laundry has been washed, pressed, and put away for you, My Lady.”

She crosses one shapely leg over the other as she listens to you, your eyes not once glancing at her as you stare straight ahead. 

“Relax, anon. You're not one of my Astartes on the parade ground. You can look at me, you know.”

Your shoulders relax slightly as you turn your head to face her and smile weakly. Her face was nothing short of perfect. Her almond shaped eyes flanked a sculpted celestial nose, with high cheekbones complimenting her heart-shaped face. Her golden hair fell in ringlets to frame her face, resting on her shoulders where a pair of snow-white wings rested behind her back. You dare not look any further, and quickly turn away, earning a small chuckle from your Lady.

”I see that you've also polished the furniture, scrubbed the walls, and even polished the chandelier, Anon. And finally, you've prepared the evening meal. Quite the day's work for you, well done.”

”It's my honour to serve you, Lady Sanguinia.” you reply finally, your mouth feeling like sandpaper as you go back to looking straight ahead.

”And now, the final question.” You feel a hand on your shoulder, causing you to turn your head quickly, your eyes filled with the sight of your Femarch's face staring into your eyes as if she was gazing into your soul, concern in every inch of that angelic face. 

"Are you taking care of yourself? Your eyes are bloodshot, your voice is raspy, your posture is weak, and your complexion is pale. You know this didn't have to be done in a single day.”

You manage a smile. “All in a day's work, my Lady.” you answer finally, feeling yourself wilt under her gaze. “I'm fine, really.”

”I'll be the judge of that, Anon.” Sanguinia countered, her voice stern. “You're dismissed. Go shower and get some rest. That's an order.”

"...As you wish, my Lady.”

- - -

Your body is bone tired. 

After a quick shower, you managed to choke down a quick legume paste sandwich before collapsing in your cot, your little room adjoining the Lady Sanguinia's in case you were needed at any time.

None of this is important right now. The caffeine has worn off. You pull your blanket over your form before finally falling asleep, your dreams filled with angelic hands carrying you off into a cloud of feathers and comfort.

- - -

You let out a small groan as you awaken. 

In the thick morning fog clouding your mind, you let out a small hum of comfort as you take a moment to lean your head back into the wonderfully large and soft pillows behind you, enjoying how they cradled your head combined with the luxurious way your silk sheets sing across your skin. You could almost stay like this forever, but you must prepare the Lady Sanguinia's breakfast.

...maybe five more minutes, she deserves to sleep in.

You smile, and feel a shift behind you as something tightens around your middle, almost as if you were embraced by the arms of an angel.

Then a faint thread of logic begins to worm its way through the morning fog and into your mind.

...Your bedsheets are simple cotton, not silk.

Those are not pillows.

Those are actual arms around you.

Your eyes fly open and all you see is a wall of pure white feathers, causing your body to freeze as you realise where exactly you are.

Your heart is hammering in your chest as you hear a small hum of comfort above you, the faint pressure of a chin resting upon your head as Lady Sanguinia pulls you in closer, keenly aware of how her white silk night gown – the one you washed only yesterday – pressed into your bare back.

...Maybe you should wear more than boxers to bed from now on.

“Mmmm...g'morning Anon...” you hear the honeyed voice of your Mistress murmur. 

”Umm, g-good morning, My Lady.”

”Relax, you've got the day off today...” she purred, giving your body a small squeeze of affirmation.

Not sure on how to handle this situation, you tried to take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, but the scent of honeysuckle and pear that Lady Sanguinia liked to wear only made things worse.

”...I'm sorry, Anon.” She began, hugging you like a child would a beloved toy. “You pushed yourself so hard for my sake. I...sometimes forget that others cannot do what I can in so short a time. You nearly destroyed yourself completing those chores when you should have had a team of serfs to assist you. I...hope you can forgive me.”

”Umm, there's nothing to forgive, my Lady.” You manage back, completely blindsided by this confession from your mistress. “I live to serve you. I...actually enjoy serving you and I feel that all the work is worth it.”

”Aww, you're so sweet.” Sanguinia smiled, gently stroking your hair as she thought, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. 

“From now on, you shall have a team of servants working under you. You get Sundays off...And you are to sleep with me from now on.”

”I..err...I don't know what to say...”

”You don't need to say anything, dear Anon...” Sanguinia answered warmly. “Just rest, and relax.”