Routines

I have settled into a rounded routine of chores, exploring and trying to make friends with the other slaves. The house, though large, is not as completely confusing as I had previously thought, though I have made it a point to stay away from the wing where his sisters, whom I’ve not yet met, reside in.

I still stay in his room at night, yet privileged to sleep on the rather large, ornate couch, though I’m sure this will change. I don’t think he expected me so quickly, hence I don’t think he knows quite what to do with me yet. The cards are beginning to speak to me again, perhaps forgiving me for my earlier diversions. Or perhaps they speak to me because I am yet pure of a man’s touch.

The other slaves still look at me as if I have some ill fated, incurable disease, all save Glee and even she can be unnerving at times. Jaspin has promised they will all warm up to me in time, though I’m unsure how much time it will take. In the meantime, I’ve tried to show them that I am more than willing to do my share, and more.