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[corbin elliot tharme]

Exhausted probably wasn't the word. Corbin had practically been up all night, as Andrew hadn't gone to bed until late, leaving Corbin in a chair outside the library, trying not to doze off whilst waiting for him. Then of course he'd followed the Lord into his bedroom and helped him get ready for bed, which took quite a long time. Finally, at half eleven, Corbin slumped into bed in the servants quarters, only to hear some girl next door, violently retching. Now Corbin was a nice guy, not the type to let anyone in need of help go without, and so he'd pushed himself from the mattress that was a little less than comfy, but still called to him, and picked up a small bin on the way out and held her hair back whilst she was sick into that bin. This had kept him up a further three hours, and at half two he finally got to go to sleep, setting his alarm to wake him up at six.

Having just three and a half hours of sleep could really get to some people and make them annoyed and grumpy, but not Corbin. He was too nice to let his mood effect anyone, and so he walked around as if he'd slept soundly all night. He greeted everyone politely, as always, and smiled for almost the whole morning. He didn't even complain about how stuffy and restricting his suit felt against his skin. Not that he would ever complain out loud about that, it was unprofessional to do so. It was nearing one in the afternoon and all Corbin wanted was to go back to bed. As a valet, however, you have to be up ready for whenever the Lord or Lady you served would wake. You were there to get them ready for the day, and to assist them in any way possible. Thankfully, Andrew had gone out for a few hours, and had permitted Corbin to stay behind and have some free time, which couldn't be better timing. He was just going to go and see if anyone else needed him before slipping back into his servants quarters and asking someone to wake him when Andrew returned.

This was a bad idea. He'd made it to the hallway outside of Miss Evelyn Dalton's room and he just knew that he wasn't going to get any sleep any time soon. It was a gut feeling, because she'd done this often, in the past. Dummy errands, or goose chases. He'd been ordered here, there and everywhere in the past, sending messages or inspecting things or getting her the right kind of chocolates or sweets from the sweet shop in town. He wondered what it would be this time. He had to admit though, like a masochist, he wanted to see her. He had a desire to please people, and he didn't want to let anyone down, but this went beyond that. It wasn't a job that needed doing, oh no, he liked her. She was determined and spoke her mind and he wouldn't ever put a foot wrong in front of her in case she took it upon herself to tell someone about his mistake. But she was beautiful and her smile was gorgeous, and he would love to sketch her some time.

That sounded creepy, but it wasn't intended to be. Corbin liked to draw, especially pretty things. He was better at landscapes and couldn't seem to get people's faces right. It was the nose he struggled on most. Anyway, it wasn't like he would be able to draw her as beautiful as she was, but it would mean more time with her for him. Just like these dummy errands meant. That was why he kept coming back. Corbin coughed to clear his throat and announce his presence, before rapping lightly on the door and then speaking politely through the wood. "Miss Dalton, is there anything that I may do for you before I take my leave?"

[/color] He asked the dreaded question, knowing there would always be something, even if it was silly. "Your father has granted me leave for the rest of the day, so if there is nothing else I can do to help, I will take it."[/color] He explained, making sure that she knew that he wasn't slacking off. Corbin never slacked off.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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[evelyn marie dalton]

Oh, this was so wrong. It was so wrong that it went beyond wrong and was starting to border on ridiculous. Were wrong and ridiculous even words that could be used to describe the same situation? She wasn't sure, but right now, there seemed to be no other words that were as appropriate as 'ridiculous.' So, ridiculous being the only word she could think of to describe her current lifestyle, she decided immediately that this was the perfect word to use. It wasn't that her entire life was 'ridiculous', quite the opposite, from her point of view. She greatly enjoyed her life and why wouldn't she? She was given everything her little heart desired and more. Anyone would be glad to have her life, along with that of her other family members, except the employment part. She wanted nothing to do with that particular part of adult life. The thought of her earning money when she already had money was stupidity, but nowhere near as ridiculous seeming as her current state of mind. That outclassed even the idea of working for her money.

And where had this unusual way of thinking got her? It led to her being weird. Being weird around people was not out of her relatives' usual style in the presence of lower classes, but it was becoming rather extreme. Whilst her mother might have had her own reasons to avoid certain people, Evie was starting to realise there was an entirely different reason behind her own actions. Maybe she was ill. She'd considered this possibility many times, but this thought only continued to depress her when she recalled how long she'd been acting so weirdly. She'd been, perhaps, a little naive in thinking that she could just 'recover' from this illness. She'd tried various remedies with no effect, merely suffering from the same condition throughout.

She wasn't stupid. That was unheard of in her family, with the money thrown at tutors to educate them in all manner of subjects in early childhood. Of course, this wasn't a matter of consulting a textbook and revising notes from it, although it could be diagnosed in more or less the same way as any other illness. That was how she saw it, she wasn't herself, she was thinking weirdly and consequently it affected her actions also. There was no alternative explanation, there couldn't be. Deep down, she knew what was causing her to act this way. Deep down, she knew that she couldn't just conjure a solution to this particular problem, it was one of the problems in life that couldn't be solved by throwing money at it. This was what disturbed her the most, she couldn't turn things around to whatever she wanted to get out of this, she couldn't buy the things she wanted. Not that she would if she could buy her way out, that sort of behaviour would have been inappropriate and worthy of being disowned by her family.

Suddenly brought back to reality, from the constant brushing of her own hair, she heard a knock at her door which caused her to drop the brush she had been holding absent-mindedly. Hearing the noise, she breathed in slightly, trying her best to hide her surprise at hearing the voice of the person her mind had been blocking out. Standing up abruptly, the hairbrush laying forgotten on the floor, she opened the door to be glancing up at her father's footman. That was how she should always think of him, he was her father's servant. Servant, and she was practically royalty compared to him. Trying (and succeeding to hide her butterflies flitting around in her stomach), she gave him nothing more than her usual neutral expression. "Yes," she said suddenly, more enthusiastic than she should have been. Calming her tone down to normal, she addressed him again. "Next time, maybe you should take more care not to scare me by creeping up on me." A few seconds of silence fell, before she managed to remember what he had been saying and acted as though she was still rather annoyed at being disturbed. "My father has given you the day off?" she repeated, looking at him as though he'd said something absurd. "I do hope you're not being paid to have this leisure time. But now you're here, I do have a few things in need of doing." She raised an eyebrow hardly waiting for his response, before continuing. "Unless you're incredibly busy on your day off?"

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[corbin elliot tharme]

Corbin worried that if he met Lady Dalton in the eyes then he would suffer from a severe discolouration of his cheeks, that was more commonly known as blushing. Then she would know something was wrong. Oh yes, it was wrong. Terribly wrong. Lord Andrew would positively kill Corbin if he ever caught wind of this little crush. It was hard to work under Andrew and not react when he mentioned his daughter. He went out of his way on his errands sometimes to get something she liked. For example, Andrew had sent him out for chocolates the other day and he made sure to pick up what he thought was Evelyn's favourite. He was also sure that Andrew didn't know what her favourite was, but Corbin paid attention. It was bad of him to think of Evelyn like this. Oh, Lady Dalton. He had to remind himself of that. Lady. Lady Dalton was the daughter of Corbin's boss, and she was just that, a Lady. Prim and proper and educated and high class and way out of Corbin's league, literally. He had no chance, and coupled with the fact that she never looked at a servant, he was done. Not to mention the certain death that would come if Andrew ever found out about the crush, let alone anything more than that. Not that there would ever be anything more than that.

Wow, she even had him rambling in his own thoughts. Naturally he'd dreamt sometimes of it coming to more than that, but he knew in his heart that she would never look at him like that. She was surrounded by nobles, why on earth would she ever want to look at him? He simply wasn't worth her time in her view, surely. But yet, she still gave it to him with these silly errands, and it was that slight glimmer of hope that led him to those dreams and thoughts about her and him being together. Just dreams though, and they would never become reality. He dipped his head low and looked at the floor, letting her know that he knew he wasn't good enough, really. "Please forgive me, my Lady. I won't do it again"

[/color] He spoke softly, kindness still audible in his voice, along with a nice red colour now visible in his cheeks. He'd avoided her eyes and still he couldn't keep the colour from them. He did blush very easily though. Corbin also did regret sneaking up on her. He should have announced himself somehow. But then he did cough. Maybe that wasn't good enough.

"I was up into the early hours with a sick servant, Miss, and your father asked why I looked so tired. I regret that I did look tired, I should be presentable regardless of my personal life, but all the same, and so he has granted me leave, yes."[/color] Corbin explained, keeping his feet together and moving his hands behind his back. His face was still angled down, as if he was scared to meet her eyes in case it got him thinking about her with him again. "Of course not, Lady Dalton, I am here to serve."[/color] He replied, although he was a little disappointed that he would be missing out on some more catch up sleep. It was worth it to see her. He was a masochist. "What is it that you would like me to do for you, Lady Dalton?"[/color] He asked, making sure to include her title and use her last name, as that was appropriate. He couldn't wander around calling her Evelyn as though she was a good acquaintance of his now, could he? That would definitely be inappropriate.

What would Andrew say if he ever heard Corbin slip up and call her by her first name. It was good practice for himself, he didn't want to lose his job over something so silly. He liked his job, it gave him something to do, plus experience and he lived in such a beautiful place. He couldn't even compare this to the small and cramped house that his family lived in. After all, there was no comparison considering that this was one of the most beautiful estate's in all of Scotland. His mother would have a fit if she saw it and he got to say that he lived there. "I would rather be here to serve you well, Lady Dalton."[/color] He replied properly, nodding his head slightly and raising his eyes for a second to permit himself a single glance.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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[evelyn marie dalton]

She shouldn't have opened the door, that was clear. Look at the mess she'd managed to create for herself, making the situation worse and all she'd done was open the door. Not that anyone could see her inner struggle in consciousness, from the outside she was carrying nothing more or less than her usual expression. It was true that recently she'd acted perhaps harsher towards servants than she was inclined to do in the past, but she felt it necessary or useful to avoid the estate staff as much as possible. So why exactly had she just done the opposite and started talking to the one member of staff who was the one she should avoid? If this sudden outburst of words directed at him could be considered as starting a conversation, which it probably wasn't. Conversations weren't usually something that nobles and servants did together, if ever. Of course, she'd realised that this was a mistake the moment she opened the door and wanted to close it again, but felt that doing this that abruptly would be slightly rude. Now she was worried about being rude to a servant? Things were definitely suffering from her illness, if she'd started to think that certain actions might be perceived as rude.

Like everyone else, Evie was perfectly aware of the rules of the house which stated that she (and everyone else) should refer to him as Mr. Tharme, which she could never get her tongue around. She couldn't ever remember calling him this outside of family meetings, instead opting for merely glancing at him and making it obvious that she was talking to him, rather than the person stood behind him. But this became all the more confusing when he was also supposed to be called by his first name when he acted as a footman. She never knew what the difference here was and neglected to find out. She knew which word she wanted to say, but whilst he was clearly acting as a valet, as was his usual position, she had no alternative but to address him in all formality or to shrug names off altogether. At least then her parents and siblings would just think she was more dispassionate towards the people serving them rather than the fact that she wasn't permitted to call him by his first name. It was easier to remember as well, rather than trying to determine which name she was supposed to be using at that moment in time. What would happen if she did use his first name unexpectedly? She didn't really spend much time considering this possibility, because she knew the reaction from her parents would be the same as if she announced that she'd killed one of her siblings. There were clear rules on this type of thing.

Of course she noticed instantly that his eyes couldn't meet her, something that was not atypical of the average servant, but still puzzled her. Was there a new regulation which demanded that servants were not allowed to make direct eye contact with their employers? She wasn't sure she liked the sound of this rule, dare she admit it to herself, she liked eye contact from the other person when she was talking to someone. Particularly when she was talking to him. Maybe it was because she'd practically accused him of stalking her. "Please see to it that you don't," she replied simply, mentally stabbing herself for turning that into a request with the word 'please.' Couldn't she do better than this at controlling her speech? It seemed that she couldn't help but be slightly more civil than she should have been, although now she felt a strong need to cover this up.

She wasn't given much time to reflect on this before he suddenly burst into a long explanation about something. She wasn't exactly sure what this was meant to explain, since it didn't make much sense as to why he would be telling her this. Something inside her warmed at hearing his affection for this other servant, but something else gave her a twinge that she could not easily ignore or cast aside. "That's all very touching, I'm sure," she said, managing to keep her emotions in check. "But I fail to see how any of it concerns me. It is, after all, between you and the servant girl." Those last few words seemed harsher than she would have liked, but the twinge inside was responsible. She didn't like the idea of him having a personal life. This twinge was also responsible for her next question, which she instantly regretted as soon as the words left her mouth. "Are you aware that personal relationships are to be kept outside of the workplace, Mr. Tharme?" Now there was no doubting that she was accusing him of something, but he deserved it. He was the cause of the painful sensation inside her chest. Besides she had plentiful reason to be concerned, from her point of view. "It seems that this fever is catching, your face has become rather blotchy. Should you not value your own health over that of another servant?" How could she not note that his face was covered in red patches when he managed to meet her eyes once more? If this sickness was that contagious, would she get it merely from standing nearby? How exactly would one explain that, she wondered. To have the only ill people be herself and him would be almost conclusive in her father's mind.

Then came the question she was still processing, what exactly did she want him to do? She wasn't even sure she needed anything doing, but now she clearly needed to make something up to cover her earlier demands. "I require some large... small... a decent amount..." Yes, that was clearly not working, she needed to work on thinking through things before she said them. Then inspiration struck her, giving her a decent idea which made her look normal and not as though she had merely wanted to send him on a pointless task. "Is it not evident what I require doing?" she responded, fixing him with an expression which stated that giving her an unsure answer would be the wrong choice. "Whilst you think on that, will you be coming into the room or continuing to stand outside in the doorway like a lost puppy?"

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[corbin elliot tharme]

He shouldn't have knocked on the door. This awkwardness would have been avoided if he'd just skulked off to bed. But of course his want to see her had overrode his common sense. It must be his lack of sleep. Perhaps he should make an excuse and head for bed. No, that would be unprofessional, and if there was one thing Corbin wasn't, it was that. Says the guy who has a crush on the daughter of his boss. Like that wasn't unprofessional. But she was pretty, he couldn't help it. And he was sure that buried somewhere, she was a lovely person. Surely this was just the way she'd been brought up, to be icy and cold. After all, every human had to have some form of compassion inside them or else they couldn't be called human, could they? He wasn't sure, but all the same, that was his viewpoint on it. In all honesty though, Corbin was surprised that she'd even started to talk to him. She was giving him her free time with this sort of conversation. Although he had asked her, so he'd started it. Could it be called a conversation? He couldn't be sure. It kind of felt like one to him, but then he could be mistaken. Servants didn't often engage in conversation with a noble. There was no mistaking it, either, Lady Dalton was a noble, it was in the air around her. The tutors and nannies and whoever else had brought her up had made sure, probably on the wishes of her parents, that she was brought up to be a Lady.

It was a tongue tier, trying to address her as Lady Dalton all the time. Especially when he wanted so badly to let her first name to slip affectionately off his lips. But to do that would practically be to sign his own death warrant, as there would be no mistaking the affectionate tone of his voice. Damn his emotions. He was always too caring for his own good. This was taking it a step too far, however. He also wanted to hear his name come from her mouth, but she knew the rules as well as he did and so he doubted that would ever happen. It would be nice though, to have her call him Corbin. He couldn't request it either, it would be improper and certainly would show that something was wrong. Being called 'Mr Tharme' made him feel old though, and he didn't quite like that feeling. He was only 23, he had plenty of life left in him yet. Presuming that nothing out of the ordinary should get in the way. Murder or a horse riding accident were not on his 'to be killed by' list. Not that he had a 'to be killed by' list. That would be rather morbid, and that was another thing that he was most definitely not. Imagine the apologizing he would have to do though if he had called her by her first name? Murder or a horse riding accident sounded more appealing than the anger he would induce in Lord Dalton.

"As you wish, Lady Dalton"

[/color] Corbin spoke in his soft tones, making sure his eyes didn't move from his shoes. He did feel guilty for scaring her as he did. He'd have to come up with some sort of way as to announce himself without scaring her next time. A bell? Maybe. A whistle? No. He would figure something out. He was surprised also at her use of the word 'please'. Her manners had certainly been instilled in her then, but she needn't have been so polite with him, he was required to do so whether manners were used or not. He was slightly alarmed at the way that Evelyn had mentioned the servant girl and himself. It made it sound like something was going on between them. It wasn't the case, she was new and young and he was just being his usual helpful self. The girl in question was probably just nervous or homesick. "Yes my Lady, I am sorry for wasting your time."[/color] He spoke again, taking his lip in his mouth and nibbling gently on it. He was really putting his foot in it here. She didn't seem to like the idea of himself and another servant, but of course that was more than likely against the rules too. It was probably just that, that was all, she didn't like the conflict of interest or something.

"I am aware, Lady Dalton, and I assure you that there is nothing of a romantic nature between myself and the servant that I lent a hand. I just don't like to see people in need, and she seemed quite sick."[/color] Corbin assured her, putting extra pressure on 'nothing' to stress that there was no breach of house rules at all. He also, for some reason, wanted her to know that there was nothing between himself and the servant, not because it would break the rules, he just wanted her to know. "I also assure you that there is no romantic involvement between myself and anyone else."[/color] He added, in case she assumed that he meant that there was some involvement with another servant. He was currently single, and he wasn't about to change that, considering that the woman he had his eye on was definitely out of his league. His cheeks deepened in colour when she mentioned it. "I also assure you that I do not believe that I am ill, so you need not worry about catching it, Lady Dalton. There is nothing to catch. I am just a little warm"[/color] He added, stumbling a little on his explanation of why. He didn't like lying to people, especially not the nobles that he served.

Corbin couldn't help but smile a little when she couldn't decide what she wanted. He coughed again to clear his throat and take the smile away in case she didn't like the fact that he was smiling and assumed that he was laughing at her. He wasn't, he found it quite cute that she couldn't decide actually. She was usually one to always know what she wanted. "I will stand wherever you would like me to, Lady Dalton."[/color] he replied, thinking on what she could require doing that would mean that he would be in her room. His heart sped up a little at the thought of being alone with her in her bedroom. It was her most private place, the place where there were no expectations, and she was going to let him inside there with her? It was odd, but he felt quite honoured. He stepped inside and turned to face Evelyn. At least he could call her by her first name in his mind. "Would you like me to close the door my Lady?"[/color] he asked, his hand on the door handle.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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[evelyn marie dalton]

He probably thought she was acting weirdly, which was clear from anyone's standards, although she was doing well to hide most of her odd desires. He'd probably be scared if she acted in the manner that she really wanted to, no, she didn't want to, she didn't. This was not helping, thinking that she felt a certain way and couldn't change it. That was a stupid assumption, because any emotion could be removed if you tried hard enough, she obviously wasn't trying. And she needed to try, because these thoughts she kept having were so inappropriate for someone of her status that she hated herself for even having them. Being adept at bottling up your emotions could only last so long, if she continued to accept this and not fight against it. How hard could it honestly be to make herself feel differently? She could force herself to hate him, but what good would that do? She'd tried to convince herself that she intensely disliked him when she first started to feel weird around him, but to no avail, the thoughts persisted. Foolishly, she'd believed that this would fade inside a few days and she'd be back to treating servants in a civil, yet cold, manner. It wasn't as if she could even seek treatment for her unfortunate state of mind, because that would involve making up thousands of excuses to the questions that would undoubtedly follow. No, she had to deal with this by herself.

Now their meetings, whether by purpose or mere coincidence, seemed more awkward than any other conversation she'd had in her life. She had no idea how to convince this guy that she was acting in her usual way, when small differences kept emerging in her attitude towards him. Like when she'd been polite to him, actually addressing his comment with a please in return. He couldn't have failed to notice this, although she noted he seemed to have overlooked it, perhaps for both of their sakes. People could hardly disagree that he was one of the most good-natured of men that she'd ever met, who else would act as though they hadn't heard her be overly polite towards a member of her staff? She was eternally grateful for this, again this was an unfamiliar feeling for her, but grateful hardly covered how thankful she was that he didn't react weirdly or bring it up afterwards.

As she wished. Wasn't that a line from one of the famous love stories? She was sure she'd read a book where the boy was a servant and the girl was his superior and all he said were those three words. Was her life turning into that book? No, she needed to steer clear of thinking this way and especially of books that she was now starting to compare her life to. There was clearly no similarities to be seen between that couple and herself and her father's valet. Because the girl and the boy in that book might have been deeply in love or whatever warm feelings, but there was one thing she was entirely certain about and that was that she and Corbin could never be a couple. Woah, now she was definitely treading into the wrong area of thoughts, actually having this fantasy swimming around her head. This was so wrong, she found herself thinking for what must have been the fortieth time today. "You haven't wasted my time yet," she replied as calmly as would be expected, but still the words she was saying seemed too light-hearted for an exchange between servant and employer. "I expect we shall see if you have when I review your effort." Yes, whatever that was supposed to mean.

He was aware, as she had expected, since all new servants were briefed with the same copy of rules and regulations about their places in the estate, but still she felt reassurance at hearing these words confirmed by him. "I am glad to hear of it," she responded, her eyes attempting to look at something else beside him, since he might be under the impression that she was staring at him if she never moved. "I would not like to think that such a liaison would distract from your work. My father, in particular, I feel, would not be impressed." That was a serious understatement, since she could not remember a recent time where her father had ever been impressed with what a servant had done for him. As for herself, she knew herself to be merely relieved to hear him state that he wasn't romantically pursuing anyone else in the workplace. She didn't like the idea of him dating another member of staff at all. "I do hope you expressed this feeling to the girl involved, I should not like to think that you led her on." She couldn't honestly say that she cared much for whether the girl was in love with him or not, or whether she had suffered from him not returning the same feelings. She just liked to hear what she wanted to hear.

Was that a sense of relief at hearing that he wasn't ill? She wasn't sure how she would cope if she was told that he was seriously sick or injured, but she guessed it would not be in a way that her family would approve of. She was happy enough to accept what he said, up until the last point of his reason for the rising redness in his cheeks. "It's relatively cold today," she stated, a little confusion appearing in her face. "Unless you are now claiming to be from a country like Norway where these temperatures are particularly warm?" He couldn't really expect her to believe that he found this lukewarm atmosphere too hot, did he? "If you find yourself blushing at the mention of romance amongst your colleagues, we shall say no more about it." Because that also made so much sense coming from her, right? She'd realised that he was more than likely blushing at something she had said, but seeing as that was the only topic likely to bring about such a reaction, she felt obliged to leave it alone.

She locked eyes on him again, just catching the glimpse of a smile crossing his face before he relaxed into a normal manner again. He had such a cute smile, she noticed, before instantly wishing she hadn't noticed this. Now she was always going to be thinking on it, unless she finally managed to rid her head of this peculiar sensation. Fighting the small urge to smile at this thought, she cleared her head hearing his response. "Obviously I would like you to be in my bedroom." Oh, woah. That sounded so wrong, she found herself fighting back a furious red face that was threatening to invade her cheeks with every second that passed. "By which, I mean I would like you to be in this room to help me with certain tasks." This was hardly getting much better, she needed to act normally. "If I wanted you to stand anywhere else, I wouldn't have asked." Managing to regain her typical posture, she nodded in answer to his question, feeling no need to speak anymore for the time being, until she could stop her mouth saying things that were clearly wrong.

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[corbin elliot tharme]

She was probably thinking that by avoiding contact he was acting weirdly. This was true. In his normal, well rested state, he could probably do a better job of keeping his emotions in check, but he was tired and sleepy and he was struggling a little to keep his eyes open anyway. He just wanted the comfort of bed. And he wouldn't mind if she lay next to him whilst he enjoyed it. He'd dreamt of that too, but then she wouldn't find the servant beds as comfortable as her own, there was no doubt in that. She probably had a custom made mattress from some far off place whilst sometimes it felt like he was just lying on a thin sheet of foam. Ok, so it wasn't that bad, but some nights it was hard to get comfortable, and he was sure that nowhere near as much money went into his mattress. Though that was alright, he was just a servant and she was a noble, there was no argument that it was her that was going to get the nicer bed. Of course he did more work and so he probably deserved it more, but then he didn't have enough money and so that was his lot and he was stuck with it. The phrase 'made your bed' jumped into his head. Who knew where he could be if some sort of great opportunity had landed in his lap. His luck of the draw was that it hadn't and he was going to deal with that, like he always did.

Corbin had never been one to complain. Born in Stratford Upon Avon to his mother and father, life had started off like any other normal family. Then his dad left, which at the time was common too. His mother, as strong as she was, had relocated them to Scotland, and he'd finished secondary school as well as all his coursework, whilst also working in a local cafe so that he could bring in some more money, most of wich he gave to his mother, if not all of it sometimes. After he left, this opportunity had landed in his lap. He could have had any sort of opportunity, as he was bright and dedicated and good natured, but he chose this job. The offer was there and he couldn't say no. The wage wasn't bad, and it was more money that he could give to his mother, and so here he was, years later, still a valet to Lord Dalton, and that wasn't going to change any time soon, he hoped. of course should Andrew ever find out about his crush then that might just be what happened. He didn't spare a thought for what he would do then because there was very little chance of his Lord finding out. Or so he hoped anyway. It wasn’t the sort of thing that you casually brought up, especially when it wasn’t going to go anywhere.

As she wished. He did sound like a little lapdog. It was a secret, but he would probably do anything for her. Not just because he thought her completely beautiful and wanted to get to know her, and not because of the crush that he had on her. It was his job, right? Yes, that was why, he told himself in his head. He couldn't help it though, anyone could see she was pretty. She took pride in her appearance, like all Dalton's, but she must have took a special pride in it. She stood out to him, much more than any of the others had. He smiled again at what she said. He was glad that she didn't consider him a time waster. He didn't want her to send him away, as tired as he was and as grateful as he would be for sleep. He'd stay awake all night if it meant he could be in her company for a few more minutes. That was desperate, wasn't it? But he couldn't help it. There was just something about her that appealed to him. This was very bad. "I am glad, I am sure you have much better ways to be spending your time rather than talking to a lowly servant, Lady Dalton"

[/color] He said, dipping his head again and frowning. That was all that he would ever be to her, and it was time that he got used to it. "I promise to only do my very best at any task I am set, Lady Dalton."[/color] Corbin's soft tones slipped from his lips. He almost called her Evelyn then. How he would like to see her reaction to that.

"I would never let anything get in the way of my work in pleasing you, Lady Dalton."[/color] Corbin was dedicated, he couldn't help it, it was in his nature. He had an eye for detail and was a good worker. He prided himself on knowing the routine of the Dalton's as best he could and helping that routine go as smoothly as he could, especially for Andrew. "I would not like to disappoint you or your father. He's very generous letting me work here."[/color] Corbin stated, biting his lip again. He couldn't keep doing this, could he? He had to convince himself that there was nothing there. It was dangerous even thinking about being with Evelyn. He could lose all that he had here at the estate, and as hard work as it was, he enjoyed it. It gave his days structure, and that was something that he liked. He liked knowing what he had to do, and he was always proud of himself when he got the task done as best as he could. "I am sure that she knows the rules as well as I do, Lady Dalton, but if you wish it I will remind her that there will be nothing between herself and I."[/color] He offered, raising his eyes for another daring glance. She had beautiful eyes, and her features were those unlike any other he'd seen outside of the estate. She was so beautiful.
"I am from England, Lady Dalton. Nowhere exotic or Antarctic. I meant that I was a little warm, forgive me. Probably from just walking around the estate to check I was not needed."[/color] Corbin replied quietly, not having a better excuse than that. Again, bright red when she mentioned the real reason that he was blushing. Or at least, part of it. He was embarrassed to talk about romance around her because any thought of romance between them was inappropriate and that was also all that he could think about which was even more inappropriate. It was also partly because he was a little embarrased that the last woman that he had loved, had agreed to marry him and then called the engagement off, and that was six years ago. There had been a few dates, nothing serious, but other than that, nothing. "It's not that, Lady Dalton, romance isn't a huge part of my life at the moment."[/color] He mumbled, reaching up and scratching under his eye to distract her from the colour on his cheeks as it got even worse. He didn't know that there were this many levels of blushing and embarrassment. He did have to fight a smile when she mentioned that she wanted him in her bedroom, and he also felt the little jump in heartbeat for a second. Corbin cleared his throat with a small cough. "Of course Lady Dalton. What was it that you required of me?"[/color] Corbin asked, closing the door and then noticing a wayward brush on the floor. He crossed the room, knelt on the soft carpet and carefully picked the brush up, and then placed it just as gently on the side.
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[evelyn marie dalton]

The blushing that was threatening to show on her face had died down in ferocity since she’d made the obvious mistake of using that phrase a few moment ago as she continued to act as though she couldn’t feel the warmth still rising inside her body. Trying to ignore this, she breathed in and out slowly, although this was completely inaudible as she kept her gaze locked on his face, finding it difficult to persuade her eyes to move from him. Fortunately he wasn’t exactly in a situation where he could inquire as to why she kept staring at him; maybe he’d simply think that she was waiting impatiently for something? Maybe he wouldn’t even notice, he seemed to be struggling to meet her eyes that often still, so there was every chance that he hadn’t noticed that she could barely find the self-control to look at anything other than him. Was she so weak-minded that it was impossible for her to think of anything else while he was standing nearby? Surely she had been brought up in such a way which made it theoretically an easy situation to handle, but these teachings never covered her particular predicament and there was no way on earth that she would ever consider broaching a hypothetical to anyone who could shed light on the situation. They’d think she was crazy and possibly fire the person responsible, which she couldn’t risk happening. She didn’t want her selfish inability to control her emotions being the reason for him losing his job.

Did he honestly think that she thought of him in that low a position compared to her? He must, given his words in thanks for merely saying he wasn’t currently wasting her time. It was hardly something to be appreciative of; she’d made it sound as though she was begrudgingly giving him a half compliment. She felt uncomfortable with the idea that she had given him the impression that she was so much better than he was, merely because of their birth circumstances. If it were anyone else, she probably would have neglected to care about what they thought, but since it was he, she found herself worried that she had been more insensitive than she had wanted to appear. “You’re not unworthy of my time,” she stated, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear, trying not to seem as concerned about a servant as she was inside. “You’re still a person.” That seemed to sum up her feelings on the subject as she continued to feel somewhat uneasy at the thought of him believing that she looked down on him, when the exact opposite was the truth. She was forced to act in a certain way because of their positions in society.

She shook her head, frowning. “He might be civil in agreeing to give people employment here, but he is not generous.” Those words were perhaps a little odd to be coming from his own offspring, but it was true. He was occasionally more inclined to gift his children with whatever their little hearts desired and did appear to love them, but he was bad at showing it. He didn’t even make the effort to get them the things they wanted, preferring to pass the job onto one of his servants. She couldn’t help but glance up at Corbin, wondering if he was always the person who was responsible for the gifts she frequently received on behalf of her father. “I dare say there is a reason why we are rich and that will not be down to his generosity.” Was she feeling bad for judging her father in this way? Not particularly, she loved and cared for her parents but even she was not so blind to their faults as to not realise how they treated the people they believed to be their inferiors but also how they acted towards their ‘equals.’ “But it is nice to know that my satisfaction is so important to you.” She couldn’t help but sound sarcastic in this statement, but it was entirely sincere, she was rather pleased to hear that she was relatively high up on his list of those to impress.

“I did suspect that much,” she answered, showing her agreement with his statement, although she hardly needed to show any regard or interest for where he came from originally. In truth, she knew where he was born; hating that she seemed to care about this detail of his life, and surely this was also inappropriate? He’d barely mentioned it either, which meant she’d actually asked her father as to where his new valet originated. Her disdain for having to ask this question (even when she’d waited until she and her father were alone before speaking) was not as evident as her father’s confusion at hearing a request to know where his servant grew up. If she had to say anything about this particular discussion it would have consisted more of how surprised she was that her father had even listened to the applicant long enough to know where the boy came from. But he’d overlooked this question; perhaps he thought nothing more of it than a burst of curiosity from his daughter that he decided wasn’t offensive enough not to warrant the truth. “Why?” she asked, before she could stop herself. She was, of course, referring to his explanation about being warmer than the average person. She couldn’t see any valid reason why this would be so, unless he was deliberately hiding the whole truth from her, although she couldn’t see why he would do this.

Romance wasn’t a big part of his life? But he said it as though it had been important at some point and despite all reason not to, she felt the sudden need to ask him all the questions that were jumping into her head. Resisting this unsatisfactory urge, she bit her lip, before speaking again. Was it bad of her to hope that romance was never a part of his life whilst she knew him? It seemed rather selfish and mean of her to wish a single life on someone, but she didn’t want to think of him associating with any other girl for long periods of time. She knew that her jealousy was a problem for even the littlest things, but part of her was grateful that he was the servant of her father, rather than any of her sisters. She probably would have hated any female relative who had his company more than her. As far as she was concerned, he was also her servant, not that she thought that he belonged to her because that was just a ridiculous thought, but he spent more time with her, excepting her father, than anyone else in the house. Honestly, this was probably down to the fact that she went out of her way to find excuses for him to be around her more often, whether it was a small task or a never-ending one. “I meant in my room,” she randomly confirmed for the third time, unable to stop herself from wanting to correct the sentence which could easily have been corrupted.

“I would like a second opinion on a dress,” she stated simply, as though it wasn’t a weird request of a Dalton to be making to a servant. It was almost phrased as though she was merely asking one of her friends to tell her whether a dress made her look fat, yet it was posed to him, rather than any of the other people surrounding her. “But the box is too high for me to reach.” She turned around sharply to indicate towards a white box on the top of the nearest wardrobe to where she was standing, expecting nothing other than an agreement from him, since this would not be the hardest task she had ever set for him. In fact, it might have seemed a simple and rather pointless request to make, but it was nowhere near the standard of some of the orders she’d given him in the past few months. “Would you be so kind as to pass it down to me?” Again, she was giving him requests, rather than making demands that he had no choice to follow, it was a weird feeling to come to terms with, even at this point in time. She didn’t want to treat him with contempt however, unless someone else happened to join them. If that were to happen, she would instantly revert to her cold manner of dealing with the staff, pretending that she was ignorant of their feelings.

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[corbin elliot tharme]

Corbin could tell, just like any man could, that everything about Evelyn screamed beauty and spirit and wealth. He wished so badly that he could just lay next to her one morning, even into the early afternoon maybe, and feel her in his arms, and the slow rise of her chest against his, and he would know that everything was perfect. He was sure that the light would fall perfectly over her skin, highlighting every gorgeous inch of her, but he knew that as badly as he wanted it, and as much as he wished for it, he doubted that it would ever happen. And it was a shame, because he would treat her like a goddess. But guys like him never landed girls like her because of one thing. Class. She was a higher class of person than him. Social rules dictated that people of a noble origin dated those just like them, not those who took whatever job they could get and sent money back to their mother to make sure that she and his sister were eating properly. Every time he had looked up, however, her eyes had been on him. How often was she looking at him? Although that couldn't really be described as odd, after all, because he was talking to her. He wished that he could meet her eyes properly without the mental image of his perfect morning drifting into his head. He raised his head, however, determined to give it a good go. He couldn't not meet her eyes forever, it would be considered rude and he might even, god forbid, offend her. His eyes took in the soft features of her face or the way her hair fell around her shoulders, and he sighed inwardly at the non existence of this morning that he'd dreamt of so many times that he'd lost count.

Corbin didn't think of himself as a lowlife worth nothing but to clean the boots of some upmarket and too rich for their own good businessman, but he did know that considering their class and position in society, he was lower down on the chain that Evelyn and her family. He didn't even know how a man would climb into nobility, but he thought that one had to be born a noble to become one. Of course in the very beginning this whole thing started with some men who declared themselves noble and better than others below them, and someone must have turned around and agreed to it. Clearly at the time the person declaring themselves a noble was worthy of it, as they were definitely more well educated than the sheep that agreed to it. Naturally now the nobles were more educated, but this was because of tutors and lessons and all the things that money could buy. Corbin never had that. He went to public school, and got roughed up like the rest of the lower class, or working class, as he was called. All he knew was that on the scale of class, he never would match up to Evelyn, and one had to be on the same level as the one that he wanted to be with. His heart warmed when she spoke so caringly. He'd never heard her say something like that before and it startled him a little, but it did help his theory that under the civil, tutored and slightly snobbish skin that her parents had carefully crafted for her, there was a nice person. He could just tell. "I'm glad I still register as human, Lady Dalton. I'd be quite offended if you were to call me an animal."

[/color] He replied, a slight smile on his lips, that was also evident in his tone.

"That being said, Lady Dalton, he's given me a life that I would never get to have if he didn't give me this job. I'm twice the man now that I was when I first started serving him. He's taught me many things, and I'm not sure if he knows it."[/color] He couldn't help it. Spending so much time with such a rich and well educated man, he had learned many things. He'd learned when it was good to stop talking, and when not to mention anything at all. He'd learned when to come, without being called, and he'd even learned that manners were everything. His mother had taught him that last one, but in secondary school he'd lost that lesson. Manners hadn't kept his fiancée with him, had they? He'd said his pleases’ and thank you’s and still, she'd left. Of course now he knew that those things meant nothing when it meant keeping a girl, but he thought that being polite meant nothing after she left. Being polite meant everything. You never got a second chance to make a first impression, as the saying went, and if he'd come across as a crass individual who swore every other word and never remembered his manners, she wouldn't have spent five minutes with him. "Generosity can only get you so far."[/color] Corbin agreed, biting his lip. All the same, he was exceedingly thankful to Andrew for the opportunity and what it had led to. "If it wasn't, Lady Dalton, I wouldn't be doing my job as well as I could."[/color] Corbin replied appropriately, even though in his heart he knew it was more than that. Otherwise he wouldn't go out of his way to get her favourite things, would he?

"The accent gave me away, didn't it?"[/color] He said with a smile, before countering himself and straightening back up. He couldn't look to relaxed, he'd start to behave inappropriately. There were ways to behave with the servants, and a way to behave with the nobles, and never the two should mix. He'd let a little slip through then, but he'd have to watch himself. He was startled a little by this question, he had to admit. Corbin didn't know why. "Some people in the world are cold. It's easy to be mean to someone. Sometimes it's second nature to some people. I think it takes more dedication to be nice and to go out of your way to help people. To me, that's second nature. Maybe that's why, I'm naturally warmer toward people and so I'm naturally warm in general."[/color] Corbin theorized out loud, letting more of himself slip through, rather than the mask of unemotional dedication that he was supposed to show as a valet just trying to do his job. "That's nonsense, I suppose. It's probably just in my genes."[/color] He clarified, shaking his head and regretting speaking his thoughts out loud. He'd learned when not to open his mouth, and yet here he was, answering her question with a silly answer. In fairness he was naturally warmer than others he'd met. His ex fiancée’s skin had always been cold to the touch compared to his own. It probably was just genes. But then, his abnormal warmth wasn't the actual reason that the colour in his cheeks was quite so prominent.

Corbin raked his eyes over Evelyn's face, noticing the tugging of her lip into her mouth. This was a habit that they shared, it seemed. He usually did it when he was nervous. He was almost always nervous around her. One single slip up could cost him his job. He also tended to bite his lip when there was something that he wanted to say, but couldn't. "Is there.. uh. Anything you wanted to say?"[/color] he started to ask without realising, and stopped, before realising that he'd have to carry on now or look like an idiot. "I'm sure you did Lady Dalton. I understand."[/color] He said, totally honestly, although he couldn't help a small smile. It seemed that he wasn't the only one who was slipping up today. He hoped though that he wouldn't slip up any more than this. "Oh, alright, as you wish."[/color] He replied, raising his eyebrows a little in surprise. Why did she not call upon her own servant for this? Was she being sent off on random errands too? Corbin nodded, and crossed the room toward the wardrobe. "Of course, Lady Dalton."[/color] he said, before reaching up, the hem of his shirt raising up a little and showing a small patch of his skin. He took the box down, holding it with both hands as if it was some sort of precious jewel. He didn't want to drop it and look like a clumsy idiot. He noticed though that this was not a demand that would be heard if they were in the company of her father or anyone else. This was a request, and she'd used the words 'so kind'. He'd not heard those words pass her lips before, he didn't think. He set the box down carefully on Evelyn's bed and opened his mouth to speak. "Would you like me to open it Lady Dalton?"[/color] he asked, watching her carefully and waiting for his next instruction.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

this thread was made for evelyn dalton and it is an epical 1500 words long. corbin is wearing these clothes and the lyrics for this template come from girls do what they want - the maine.

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[evelyn marie dalton]

Now she knew that she was acting weirdly, by the reactions he was showing in response to the things she was saying and doing. She really needed to get a grip and stop being a stereotypical teenage girl with some stupid childhood crush. No, it wasn't a crush, she wasn't even going to admit that much, that was to confirm everything that should never occur. Why couldn't she be as cold towards servants as her older sister, or more especially like her mother? Neither of them were acting in such a stupid way, like she couldn't behave normally around someone else just because they happened to be a member of the opposite sex. So, she needed to convince herself and everyone else that it wasn't even a crush, she was just thinking unfortunate things about someone who happened to be one of her family's servants. Right, what could be more simple than that? The problem came when she attempted to convince herself, she could manage the pretence that was to be used around her relatives and other servants, but wouldn't that lead to Corbin thinking she was some kind of two-faced idiot? He probably thought this already, despite her best efforts to avoid him noticing that she couldn't help but be more civil than was expected of someone in her family.

Breathing in once again, in a further attempt to keep her voice as normal as she could, she fixed him with what she was confident was one she usually faced servants with. Why did it bother her so much whether he viewed their status difference as a reason to see her as a much more 'noble' person than himself? She wished she could honestly say that she didn't care whether he thought she was a snob and treated him and his colleagues with the same contempt as she was conditioned to do, but she found herself unable to fully agree with this statement. She couldn't let him think that she was entirely different from him, when the only thing separating them was class, rather than anything important. Wait, did she just think that their statuses weren't important? Now she was definitely losing her mind through this confusing emotion-filled situation. She knew that status was vital in her parents' world and that it should have been the one thing that she was just as concerned about, but should that mean that she wasn't allowed to talk to them like other people? She'd much rather spend an evening ordering him around, without exchanging a word than spend another dull outing with rich but exhaustingly boring friends of her family. "We're both just people," she responded, trying not to express everything she felt inside.

Did he honestly feel that way about her father, she wondered or was he merely saying it for her benefit? Maybe he thought this was some sort of test to try and get him to reveal his true feelings about his employer where he could easily fail. But she'd expressed her own distaste at how little he would actually do for a person, regardless of whether he happened to be the one who provided jobs for a numerous amount of working class people. The one thing she secretly thanked her father for was that she had the opportunity to talk to his valet without being questioned. "I'm sure that's an exaggeration," she said, hardly believing that his best moments in life had developed as a result of working for her family. What would he have to make the job so enjoyable? This curiosity won and fought its way out of her head and into audible words. "What is it that makes this job so precious?" Now she was definitely crossing the border of normal servant and noble conversation, in fact she wasn't sure that any conversations had even been this long.

She couldn't help but notice they had a similar habit in biting their lips, whether that was because of the evident awkwardness that she was leaving for him to ignore or because it was something they were both equally inclined to do when they were nervous. She knew why she might be nervous, but she couldn't see much reason as to why he would also be feeling this way. Perhaps it was because he was anxious about upsetting her and losing the job that he professed to love and treasure. Did they have other habits in common? What if they were more similar than even she had realised? There was no point entertaining the idea of these 'what-ifs', she knew, because nothing could ever happen which would permit her to find out how similar they might be. It seemed painful to realise that they might have countless similarities which were prevented from ever being seen together because of the one prominent difference between them - their statuses. "I would think you would want to do your job to the best of your ability anyway" she commented, not fully understanding what he was trying to say with this remark.

"The accent is pretty strong," she agreed without any hesitation, a small smile appearing on her face. However, this faded almost as quickly as it appeared. Had he noticed that she seemed to stumble over the ideas of him dating anyone else? It appeared so, to the extent that he had the audacity to ask her about what she truly wanted to say. She stood, frowning as though he'd done something startling or unforgivable by outright requesting to know what she had been thinking. "Excuse me?" she said rather suddenly, still the surprised expression at realising that he had indeed spoken out of turn, but not appearing angry but instead confused. "What is it exactly that you think I would want to say?" There was no way on this earth that she would ever consider saying the things she was thinking, let alone tell the person that was at the heart of making her feel and think these strange things. To do so would be disgraceful by her family's ideals and regulations and she had no intention of breaking them for something that could never happen. "Or perhaps it is you who has something that he would like to say?" This suggestion, she hoped, would be enough to distract him from asking her any further questions about what she wanted to say, but obviously could not.

She was more than content with her excuse to keep him standing nearby for longer, since it was not exactly a outward lie either. She probably could benefit from a second opinion on the new dress she had received, although she knew the question that would be entering his thoughts at that moment. Sensing this confusion at thinking her request over, she answered it immediately. "A male opinion," she spoke, as though correcting her first statement. "I require a male opinion of the dress." This made it easy to see why she wouldn't ask her own servant to do this small task for her. Nodding once more at his final question, she was relieved that she didn't have to think about anything that was involved int the sudden urgent errand she'd made up only a few minutes earlier. Then, suddenly changing her mind, she brushed past him and grabbed the box for herself, before abruptly turning around and realising how strange this instant change of mind would appear. She also couldn't help but notice that in doing so the space between their bodies had closened slightly, although maybe she was seeing more than was actually there. "I thought I could manage that bit myself," she offered as a bad explanation, unable to reason as to why she'd suddenly almost knocked him off his feet in her rush towards her bed.

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tagging corbin tharme. outfit click here. word count blah amount.
notes none to speak of, except forgive the weird template i've just made up.

[corbin elliot tharme]

To whittle it down to the very facts of the matter, it didn't matter whether they were both a person, and both had common interests, and both wore similar clothes, there could be a world between them. There practically was a World between them. Her world was full of everything that she could ever, or had ever wanted. Full of money and fine dining experiences and dances and nobles and beautiful dresses and as much food as she could eat and as much drink as she could drink and everything that she could ever ask for. His world was filled with suits and orders and serving at these grand dances and keeping in line and watching what he said and eating the food that was served up in the kitchen's at the appropriate times. It was about sending a lot of his money to his parents and not having as much free time as he'd like and making sure that the Dalton's ate first, and making sure that they were happy. It was about putting them before himself, and that was ok. It wasn't what he'd dreamt of for his life, he would admit. He'd liked to have been a chef or an artist, but here he was, this was where he'd landed, and he would deal with that. All in all, it could have been worse and all in all, he loved the building, it was beautiful, and the gardens were lovely and open and fresh and the atmosphere was one of total grandeur. His job could be worse and the pay was good and his food and bed and accommodation were free. He couldn't really complain. At least he wasn't risking his life at war every day or something like that. Corbin's lips pulled into a smile as she spoke this. "Thank you, Lady Dalton."

[/color] He said with a smile, as if she'd paid him a great compliment. But she had, she'd practically said that she viewed them as the same. It was like saying the pauper was exactly the same as the prince. Although maybe that was a bad comparison, as they were twins, right?

Honestly, Corbin did feel that way about Andrew. If he was going to do anything in this job, it was to make sure Andrew was impressed by him. Corbin always did look for the best in people though, and maybe that was what made him like Evie. He knew that under all that junk about class and education and importance, she was a lovely person, who only looked down on servants because it was what she was brought up to do, it wasn't her fault. That was what he would like to believe anyway, and as said before, he did always look for the best in people. It was just how he was. "I've met some great people here and many of them have become my closest friends. Life lessons are always learned the hard way and my experience here has taught me quite a bit, you'd be surprised Lady Dalton, a job here can change you. It changed me for the better, I think."[/color] He said with a smile, hoping he hadn't spoken out of turn there. And he couldn't stop smiling either! That was a clear sign that there was something wrong. He was smiling a lot more than he should around her. This was what he got for looking her in the eye. Corbin couldn't help but falter at the next question, though. "The people I've met, I think."[/color] He said, dipping his head and biting his lip again. Her. That was the answer. One of the reasons he wanted to hang on to this job was that if there was even the most minute chance of them being together, although it was a ridiculous hope, he had to stay. He would stay even if there was no chance, as he would hate to have to leave her, and some of the other people at Dalton Estate, behind.

"Of course Lady Dalton, that is safe to assume. I never want to let anyone down."[/color] Corbin said, completely honestly. He nodded his head in confirmation of this fact, as if his word wasn't good enough for her. When he noticed a smile appear on Evelyn's face at the mention of his accent, he met the smile with one of his own, but it slipped away just like hers did, a few seconds later. It was a shame, sshe had a very pretty smile. Her face looked much softer when she was smiling. It really did make all the difference. He knew that he'd said something wrong by her tone. "Forgive me my Lady, I just meant, well, was there anything else you wanted me to do for you? I aim to please."[/color] He spoke softly, slight alarm in his eyes. Ha, that last question was a good one. He had plenty of things that he would like to say. For instance, he wanted to say that she looked like she was glowing in the light of the day as it filtered into her room. He wanted to tell her how the cascading hair over her shoulder looked very pretty and he wanted to say that the curls fit her face very nicely. He wanted to tell her that the dress hugged her body very well and highlighted all her best curves. He wanted to say many things, and yet most of them were inappropriate considering their status, so he let silence hang in the air for a moment, before licking his lips as they had gone dry. "Is there anything that Lady Dalton would like me to say?"[/color] He asked, swallowing to cure his dry throat too.

Without even asking, she offered him a reason why she was asking Corbin. A male opinion. What was he expected to say? That she was beautiful? Was that not wrong and innapropriate? Or because she'd asked for his opinion was it allowed? Or was he supposed to say that the colour and cut suited her? But then did that not count as inappropriate either because had he commented on the fit of her current dress like he'd wanted to, that would have been inappropriate. He wasn't sure what was expected of him, and so he was nervous, as he couldn't do what was expected if he wasn't sure what that was. "As you wish, Lady Dalton."[/color] He'd said it again, that cheesy line. On her command, he reached to open the lid, but was startled by the feeling of her brush by him, and it almost caught him and made him lose his balance, but he steadied himself without much fuss, and he hoped she hadn't noticed. "Of course."[/color] Corbin said, frowning a little bit. That was a sudden change. He turned and stood facing her, tucking his arms behind his back and interlocking them, and making sure he was stood up straight, waiting for his next instruction.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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[evelyn marie dalton]

She couldn't believe that she was finding it this difficult to keep her emotions in check and control her movements to the extent that she was now turning the opposite direction entirely. Now there was no doubt in her mind that he must have thought she was acting very oddly, given how she kept changing from giving sharp comments one moment but then adopting a softer tone only seconds later. Why couldn't she just cope with this in an efficient and typical manner for someone of her status? And why was it so easy to forget that she wasn't supposed to be talking to a servant like this? Her mind couldn't overlook the fact that there was a enormous line in class between them, it kept forcing itself to the front of her mind every time she appeared too close to making an obvious mistake. It was always in the back of her thoughts, whether he was present or not, as though she needed it for constant reminder of the lines she could so easily cross but face severe consequences for even thinking of doing so. Never in her life had she ever been so grateful to know that her parents could not read minds. There was enough of them to condemn her from ever talking to another servant again, but that would be nothing compared to the anger she would receive at her silly and ridiculous thoughts.

Clearly, whatever she was doing was not good enough to hide it completely. Maybe she needed a new strategy, but she'd tried the most apparent idea of ignoring and going out of her way to avoid servants in general, but besides from being almost impossible, it looked even more suspicious. Even if she claimed she hated being around people of a lower class to herself, there was no reason why she should not have tolerated their company for a short few minutes to provide her with the necessities for the day. She found her eyes unconsciously meeting with his own again, before moving her head in frustration, attempting not to make it so obvious that she found it hard not to look at him whenever he was nearby. Was he even aware of how difficult this was for her, she wondered? Of course he wasn't, what servant would suspect that one of their employer's daughters had a crush on them that made them act as though they couldn't stop saying whatever came into their mouth first. It was practically all his fault and he hadn't even the faintest idea about what one look in her direction could do, let alone the warmth she felt hugging her body when he gave her a rare smile. Outside of the company of other people of course, he probably wasn't as stupid as to risk something like that in the presence of her parents also. "You don't have to thank me for saying something that is clearly true."

He was such a strange servant. She had always suspected that he was slightly different from the average person working for her family, but this confirmed what she had always considered. She still couldn't see why anyone would appreciate working for someone like her father who seemed to express gratitude about once every year, so why would he tolerate such a position? Her parents often told her stories about how the working class people at their estate were willing to work for any amount of money, owing to the need to earn whatever they could to support their families. These people were earning at an age where she had been demanding the most expensive dresses she could find. Why was it that him merely being here was enough to make these past demands sit on her conscience? She'd never even cared about money before, but he appeared to do anything required of him simply to earn whatever he could, making her feel the same awkwardness again at the comparison one could make between them. "You have friends?" she asked, before realising that this question might have come out the wrong way, as though she was astonished that he would have any companions. Friends that were made through being in similar circumstances apparently. She raised an eyebrow at his statement. "Are you recommending that I take up some form of employment here to gain the benefit of everything you speak of?" She couldn't help but notice that his words were phrased almost to that of someone equal to himself when it was evident that they could never be equal.

Without any warning, the twinge moved back into her chest, feeling it move more painfully when he mentioned that the people he had met made his job worthwhile. Was she actually jealous? Jealous of servants now? This was sinking lower and lower in expectations for a girl like herself, being envious of people who lived in conditions below luxury and yet she was jealous of them. The reason being obvious, even to her. He would be referring to his friends, the people he could relate to, whereas she wouldn't even be on the list of people he loved working here for. It was too much, and seeing as she had never been one for thinking things over for much longer than a few seconds, she found herself once again revealing too much emotion in the words she spoke. "Is there anyone in particular..?" she wasn't even sure how to end that sentence, feeling it was probably better to stop before she started telling him everything. That was something to avoid at all costs, he had to think, along with everyone else, that her feelings had never changed.

She noticed when their smiles appeared at the same time, making her aware of how wrong this civil conversation was becoming. Why was he making her smile, without even doing anything now? It was something that continued to perplex her, but not for long enough to make her gain the ability to recover her normal expression. Now she'd been that stupid, how could he not notice there was something unusual about her as of lately? She could have mentally kicked herself for this slip-up. Meeting his eyes, she bit her lip to stop herself returning to the all-too-happy expression of a few minutes earlier before she was satisfied that she could control her face once more. Was there anything he could do for her? Yes, lots of things that she would have been happy for him to do for her, but none of these were things she could ever say outside of her own head. It was best to shake her head and act as though she was content with the current progress he was making in his task set. Why did he have to ask her these normal but thought-provoking questions? Once more she found herself fighting the urge to speak her mind. "Yes," she began, before realising that this was the wrong answer. "I mean, no, I think we've said all there is say." Except all of the things that were racing through her mind at the very mention of having anything to say to him. Those things didn't count, they never could count and the sooner she managed to understand that, the better.

It didn't take much for her to sense that he definitely thought she was acting strangely, what with her sudden change of mind about a simple question. And it took just as much time for her to realise that she rather liked this three word sentence, despite its repetition, as though indicating that he would fulfill any request she ever made of him. Attempting to reassure the man that she wasn't acting out of character, she found herself reverting to the same small smile from earlier, as she explained her reasons for rushing past him. "I have to learn to do some things for myself, right?" she began, forgetting that she seemed kinder than she was supposed to be. "Besides, I thought you'd appreciate a small break from answering my ongoing demands." Now she'd ruined it, she was definitely being nicer than she should and how could he fail to notice that? Coughing as though she thought this would cover up her mistake, she looked as nonchalant as she possibly could, before returning his frown. "Are you intending to turn around anytime soon, or will you be happier to watch?" There was no way that she could have him watching her change without feeling the blush spread to the rest of her body, including the obvious colour that would invade her face.

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[corbin elliot tharme]

Corbin was biting his lip and distracting his thoughts and doing anything he could to keep his emotions in check. It was inappropriate for him to think of Evelyn as anything other than the daughter of his boss, and yet in his own head he had done it, he'd thought of her as something more, and it was dangerous. If Andrew ever found out about the things that Corbin thought about Evelyn, there would be a price for him to pay. He didn't know whether that price would be bruises or something worse, but he knew that it could be more than just losing his job. Strangely enough, the bruises he could handle, it was the loss of his job and therefore his loss of ability to be near to Evelyn that would bother him the most. He supposed when thinking about it that this wasn't strange at all, but even if he did keep his job he was sure that he'd be imprisoned to whatever part of the house that Evelyn was not in. Never had he been so grateful that mind reading didn't exist, because he was sure if it did, Andrew would be able to do it, somehow, it would be his luck, and he would get caught out. She would probably laugh at him. That would be almost as bad as losing his job. He couldn't bear to have to sit there impassive as she laughed at him. He was glad that this hadn't happened before. Just another sign that she wasn't as cold as her parents might have liked her to be towards the servants.

Clearly though he would have to watch his step. It was getting harder and harder for him not to talk to her like a person, and should he ever slip up just once it could be the end of him. And what would she say? That he was being ridiculous and stupid even thinking that she would want someone like him? Somehow, he couldn't imagine those words falling from her perfect lips, but he knew that in front of her parents, there was every chance of her saying something like that. Alone with him she seemed a lot nicer. Was it really all about appearances? Would it be so bad for them to talk as they were with Andrew in the room? Was it so bad that she didn't mind the company of her father's valet? That was another thing he was thankful for, as if he had another job in the house he didn't know if he would get to spend as much time with her, but he did doubt it. He was lucky that Andrew had given him that position, although if Andrew found out that his generosity had led to this little crush he might not have been so kind. Maybe he'd have confined him to the kitchen instead, or even worse, removed the job offer immediately. "It is something that you don't often here from the mouth of a noble, and so I daresay that I do have to thank you. It's a nice change from people looking down at us, Lady Dalton."

[/color] he said, his head down and his eyes on his shoes for a second again. He felt the need, whenever mentioning status, to look down, as if he wasn't even worthy of meeting her eyes. He knew it wasn't true, but it had become a habit now, like a sort of demonstration of their status, and the differences between them because of it.

Corbin raised his head up again. He wondered what she was thinking about. She had everything she wanted, everything that money could buy, and yet she was spending her precious time with him, making idle conversation that somehow managed to be thought provoking. Why? What made him so special? He wondered if she talked to all servants like this when they were alone together, but somehow he got the feeling that this wasn't true. Maybe it was just because people found him easy to talk to. He was naturally charming and he was a good listener. He was dependable and trustworthy and honest, and all the good qualities you could want in a person. Of course he had faults, as did everyone, but he was easy to talk to. He had to hold back a laugh at the manner in which she asked her next question. "Is it not normal to have work friends, Lady Dalton?"[/color] he asked, resisting the urge to smile and cock his head to the side. He did have a curious expression on his face though. She said that as though she had no honest to goodness friends that she could trust. If this was true it was a shame, as he thought that she had plenty to bring to a friendship. "Of course not Lady Dalton, I was just explaining my reasons for liking this job, as you asked. The job also allows me to send money to my mother, it's a big help to her and so I will always be grateful for this employment opportunity"[/color] Corbin replied, nodding his head as if to confirm what he said was true, again. This had also became a habit it seemed.


Yes. There was definately someone that he stayed for more than anyone else but should he mention who it was, he would be in trouble, so he would have to lie, although he'd never been the most convincing of liars. "In particular, Lady Dalton?"[/color] There, he'd practically told her, but he just paused instead and then contemplated an end to that sentance. "Forgive me but there's really not anyone that I can say."[/color] He answered. There, that was almost the truth. He couldn't say who, and he'd made it sound like there was no one. Whether she was too convinced by that, or whether she'd gotten the refrence he wasn't sure, but he hoped she bought it. At the same time, the masochist in him wanted her to know, which was stupid because he'd just be laughed out of his job, wouldn't he? She had a lovely smile though, everyone would have to admit that. Why was she talking so nicely to him now? He didn't understand it really, it was a little odd. Maybe she was finally warming to the servants, or dropping the appearance that she didn't like them at all. He raised his eyebrows and listened attentively to what she was to ask him, but then she countered her answer again. She seemed very indecisive today. "Of course Lady Dalton. If there is anything else, please just ask, I will do anything asked of me"[/color] he replied, knowing that he needn't add in the 'within reason' at the end. It wasn't like he'd kill someone if Andrew asked, after all.

She was acting quite oddly. "As you wish, Lady Dalton."[/color] this was becoming one of Corbin's favourite lines to use now it seemed, and he sighed inwardly at the silly cheesy connotations of it. With all the servants that her father employed to keep her happy and the house running smoothly? Not really, but it was nice that she wanted to try. If she did want to try. Maybe she'd change her mind. He didn't know with her at the moment, she was acting quite unpredictably. "Although doing things for yourself is good Lady Dalton, it's what we're here for, but please, if you wish."[/color] He replied, lowering his head again. He stopped a laugh at that, but another smile took on his lips, although it was a small one, he maintained some control it seemed. "It is my pleasure to serve you and your family Lady Dalton, those demands are what I am here for, after all."[/color] He spoke in his soft tones, his eyes still on the floor. The blush in his cheeks returned as she spoke, and he turned on his heel and continued to look at his feet. He didn't want to risk looking up and catching sight of her in the mirror, that could make him uncomfortable in certain areas and nothing would be more embarrassing than that. "I apologise Lady Dalton, please forgive me."[/color] Corbin spoke again, the blush staying put as he kept his eyes on his black shoes. She shouldn’t have had to ask.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

this thread was made for evelyn dalton and it is an epical 1390 words long. corbin is wearing these clothes and the lyrics for this template come from girls do what they want - the maine.

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[evelyn marie dalton]

What chance did she have of behaving normally when she couldn't even convince herself that this wasn't a big deal? How could it not be considered a big deal though? How many times had a noble had a crush on a member of their staff? She was willing to bet the number was closer to zero than any other statistic she could think of, but now she'd managed to challenge the percentage and tradition and everything that made a Daltons the people they were. She'd believed that it was just a phase that would wear out, but now she was reaching the point of finding this difficult to believe. Firstly, she was pretty confident that a phase only lasted a few months, but she'd been feeling wrong for almost the entirety of this year. Phases didn't tend to last this long, did they? She would have liked more than anything for someone to disagree with this and reassure her that this was not anything to worry about. But of course she didn't believe this and also there was the problem of her not being able to talk to anyone about how she felt, they'd probably think as she had - that she was ill. It would never be a normal thing to think about, as far as they were concerned, and even she knew it deep down that these thoughts would only ever be that - thoughts that she could never act on.

If she knew that she would not be instantly judged for having these kinds of feelings, she probably would have taken up the topic with one of her sisters, but they could not relate and the confidential information would almost definitely ultimately end up being heard by either one or both of her parents. Not only was she worried about what anyone who knew how she felt would say, but she was scared. She didn't know what to do and she was clearly failing at keeping her odd thoughts to herself. She'd never been in this situation before and keeping this all to herself was harder than she thought, she was desperate for it end. But she knew that nothing could ever happen to end these thoughts, unless she suddenly woke up one day and didn't particularly like him anymore. Each night she went to sleep, she'd had this seemingly impossible occurrence at the back of her mind, but never did it happen. If anything, it seemed to be getting worse than before, with every accidental meeting she had, by walking into him in the corridors, when she was lacking the attention to see where she was going. It apparently became stronger whenever she saw him, whether words were spoken or not, it didn't seem to matter. She could feel her heart leap each time she noticed him in the distance, to the point that she felt physically sick at the thought of not being able to ever express this feeling to anyone else.

Of course she knew that this was the only reason she couldn't act as she used to, given her little crush, there was no doubt in her mind that if she did not feel this way that she would treat every servant with the manner that she had been taught. Now she seemed to think somewhat differently about the people that also resided in her house, although none of them were treated in the same way that her father's valet was. No other servant was told to go and get something random which had only just appeared inside her head at the moment he asked for his orders. Using these moments together as an opportunity to see him more often, without looking suspicious in what she was doing was possibly one of her better ideas. Except she wasn't sure that he entirely appreciated the extra time they spent together when he was generally running around more than anyone else he worked with. "You have never been thanked before?" she spoke suddenly, frowning at the idea of him doing all this work without any gratitude. She found herself increasingly more frequently thanking various servants for passing her something or ironing her clothes, everyday tasks that were expected of them. She knew that this was also his fault, he'd made her turn into a less harsh version of the girl she used to be and now she was showing other servants appreciation for the normal things they did, they probably thought she was ill as well.

She lifted her head to face him, although this was not as easy as she might have wished, since he seemed to not want to look her in the eyes. Tilting her head to the side, as though deep in thought again, she paused for a few seconds before answering his question. "I confess I do not know," she replied, telling him the complete truth, without even intending to. "I cannot say that I have friends that are of the same nature as yours. I have acquaintances who would like me to act as though we are friends, but I care not for their company." Why exactly was she telling him all of this? She wasn't sure, but she felt comfortable having the ability to talk to someone as freely as she wanted to, although she had to ignore his occasional looks of surprise at her tone towards him. "Since you have taken it upon yourself to ban me from working with you, perhaps I shall never know." This wasn't to be taken seriously, although she kept the monotone voice she was supposed to use towards a servant, but there was no way that she was seriously considering taking a job in her own house and less chance of her parents allowing her to do so. She had no trouble imagining that a guy like Corbin would be popular, since everything about him screamed that he would be a good friend to have. Cue the pang of jealousy.

"In particular." The repetition of the same words didn't make her question sound any better, or less odd. But still she could not deny that she wanted, needed to know the answer to this inquisitive comment. She wanted to know that there was indeed one particular individual that made his job worthwhile, but she wanted to hear the one word that he would clearly never say. She wanted to hear him name her as the person that made him so unwilling to give up his job, but this was a pointless desire, one that would never be fulfilled. Once again the sweet sense of relief at not hearing another girl's name rushed across her body, but still the disappointment at not hearing her name from his lips remained. "You expect me to believe that the tasks you are set or the company of my father are enough to make your appreciation for this job that high?" There was no way that he was going to reveal to her if there was someone, although it was not a good move to make if he was lying to her, but she could not believe that he would do so intentionally. Since she could not tell him which name he should have said, the silence fell between them again.

Yep, she'd definitely messed up this time and even he knew it, everyone present knew it, which admittedly wasn't a great number but still too many in her opinion. She had no answer to his first remark, it seemed, mostly because it was perfectly logical why a servant should want to serve their employer and rather illogical for the 'superior' to want to do things for themselves. Putting on an expression which demonstrated that she knew what she was doing and made it seem as though it was him acting weirdly, she shrugged slightly. "There will eventually come a day when you aren't around to help me, C-" She stopped suddenly, alarmed at her unexpected end to that sentence that she thankfully cut off abruptly. "I dare say it will become a useful skill that I am able to, at the very least, dress myself." Her eyes were locked on him, past the point where he seemed to be ashamed of failing to look away, which she was not as offended by as he might have thought. Eventually tearing her eyes away, she quickly changed from one dress to the one that had previously been folded in a box and found herself unconsciously returning her gaze to that of the man standing in front of her. A small grin formed on her face as she surveyed his abashed expression, confident in the knowledge that he would not see her staring when he was facing the other way. If anything this red face at hearing her last question made her smile more, thinking him to be something she'd never considered before. She thought that her father's valet was cute. Could things get any more messed up? Clearing her throat quietly, she gave him very little time to turn around before speaking. "I trust you will be nothing less than honest, Mr. Tharme." Unlike her concealing the truth.

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[corbin elliot tharme]

It would be safer to hate her than love her. It was stupid though, but he knew that he could never hate her, unless she'd done something unspeakable, and even then it would be a hard task. Was it love? He wasn't sure. He thought he'd been in love before, and he was going to make the girl his wife. Of course that didn't quite go to plan and to be honest, although in the morning he missed waking up with her in his arms, he didn't regret what she did, as they were too young back then, and she'd shown him her true colours. It wasn't really that he missed waking up with her in his arms either really, it was more so that he missed waking up to have someone in his arms. He couldn't help that, because sometimes, he got lonely. He was human after all. He missed the intimacy of a relationship, and he wished that he had someone to stay up talking to all night long, whilst they were cuddled up under a blanket. Maybe she wasn't the right girl for him, but he knew one thing, he couldn't let Evie be the one either. It was too dangerous for him to love her, and vice versa. She could lose everything if she ever reciprocated the feelings that, at present, Corbin was locking inside, although he wasn't doing the best job. He could barely think straight when she was around, all that was in his mind was her. He was forever aware of where she was in the room in relation to himself. It was as if she had some sort of static energy around her telling him where she was, calling out to him, and it was deafening.

Corbin needed earplugs. Not literal ones, he had those because one of the servants had a cold at the moment and they had taken to snoring, and it was coming through the wall to his ears. But the thing was, as good as it would be to stop feeling this way, it was exciting, it was new, it was something that he'd not experienced before, and that was scary. It was scary because sometimes it felt like he couldn't control it, and the fact was still that she was the daughter of his boss, and he had to spend almost every waking minute with Andrew, and if he ever noticed anything funny about Corbin, and then linked it to the fact that he usually got a bit odd around Evie, then he would be done for. "I work for Andrew, Lady Dalton. He's been brought up getting what he wants, so with all due respect, he doesn't have to say 'please' or 'thank you' to get what he wants."

[/color] Corbin spoke softly. This wasn't an insult. It was how Andrew had been brought up and Corbin understood, so he didn't take too much offence. He'd been brought up with manners because the poor people had to ask politely to have a chance at getting what they wanted, but Andrew wasn't poor and that changed things, didn't it. That was to be expected though, and so he did all the work he was told to, without a please or a thank you half the time, and he never said anything. In fact, he was getting used to it, but he would always use his manners, his mother would be disappointed if that lesson slipped away, and it would feel wrong not to thank someone for him.

Corbin sucked in a breath as he met her gorgeous eyes. He couldn't help but have to stop himself from getting lost looking at them. It was hard to meet her eyes and not smile or blush or have a flood of feelings spread through him and he couldn't keep contact for long, so he dropped his eyes again, a small smile on his lips that he prayed she didn't notice. His head almost snapped back up when she confessed that she didn't have true friends. "You have no one that you would trust? No family member that knows little things about you? No one who even knows your favourite things?"[/color] Corbin asked, although he knew the answer to this question. He was one person who knew her favourite things, and who knew little things about her. He knew her favourite chocolates, for instance. He would have loved to have been that person, but it would be inappropriate, wouldn't it? Of course it would, he didn't even need to ask himself that question, but he wished that there was a way around it. "Forgive me Lady Dalton, but your soft skin would change if you were to work as hard and as long as some of the servants here."[/color] Corbin replied, bowing his head and knowing that he'd already said too much. He shouldn't have even said that but he hoped that she wouldn't point out how inappropriate it was for him to mention that. He wasn't even sure whether she was serious or not, but her tone had remained the same and so he assumed that it was.

Corbin knew that he couldn't mention who. It would be like signing his own death warrant or something. He could so easily mention that she existed, but then it would also be all to easy to explain that the person was her and that he'd probably go to the ends of the earth on one of her silly errands if she'd asked him, as long as he'd gotten to come back to her afterward. He let silence hang in the air for a moment, because he knew that she couldn't hear him say her name as the answer to that question, as much as he wanted to say it. She'd have laughed, surely. But was there not a way he could say it without actually saying everything else that he could confess? It would also lead to more questions if he mentioned that there was someone and he'd only narrowly avoided telling her then, so more questions were dangerous. It was out of the question. "I do not expect you to believe it, Lady Dalton, but I expect you to accept it."[/color] He murmured, sighing. This was too hard, could he go on like this? Maybe it was better for him to leave before it got worse and he got hurt again? It would be silly for him to drag this out, he was torturing himself, and yet he couldn't bear to let go of the moments that they had together, even they were only basic moments like this. It would be less complicated if he were a townsperson, but she still wouldn't want him, he'd still be a lower class, and he'd probably be unemployed for a little while too. He couldn't go back to that. It was horrible to have no money, and it would be worse because he'd have long days to miss Evelyn.

Corbin froze, hearing that clearly pronounced 'C' that stood at the start of his first name. His heart melted again, wishing she would say his name wholly. That was teasing, just saying the first letter and no more, but then that first letter was just as inappropriate in his current position. It all depended on what job he was doing, and as a valet he would have to be 'Mr Tharme' and nothing else. He hated that. He hardly ever heard her call him by his first name and that was such a shame, because she had a tuneful voice, he could hear the lovely tones of it and to hear them pronouncing his name would be perfect, and yet he knew that he couldn't ask that of her any more than she could ask him to call her Evelyn. "I do not look forward to that day, Lady Dalton"[/color] Corbin said in quiet tones, in the slight hope that she didn't hear it. He heard her voice and assumed that she was done changing, and so, after sucking in another breath in the hope that it would help him control himself, he turned back around, and let the breath out slowly. It was beautiful on her, although he wasn't surprised. "It looks very beautiful, Lady Dalton. It is a very pretty dress"[/color] Corbin spoke, raising her eyes to hers for another few seconds. She was breathtaking.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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