Mari was fuming. Plates and ancient pottery were tossed haphazardly as slaves and servants alike scattered to avoid the small tornado that was the mistress of the house's anger. Beads of various colors started to bounce across the ground, scattering in every direction, tripping one of the fleeing servants who landed with a wince on his tailbone, only to eyeball Mari heading his way. He scrambled up, bending in ways that many might have considered inhuman to make certain that he was not the unlucky one to wind up in her path. A poor servant girl who happened to be in his way got shoved against a wall as he pushed past her, leaving her behind as he hightailed it out of the archway, leaving the light beads that hung down clacking against each other as if a gust had gone through.
Like a wild cat on the plains, Mari sensed weakness and turned, grabbing the servant girl by the hair as she tried to scramble away, tugging her over to the the middle of the room. The servant girl's hair was long, golden, and surprisingly beautiful. The dark haired slave boy had always found her the most beautiful of all the slave girls with it, for it flowed down over her shoulders like the very sunshine itself. Mari had tolerated it, she ahd said on more than one occassion, because it provided a nice contrast to her own darker tresses. Now, however, Mari did not seem nearly so generous, and despite protests from the girl, she was dragged up to her knees by those tresses, a knife placed at her throat as Mari stared down at her with a twisted little smile. "Would you die for me little slave? Would you give everything to make your mistress happy?" he snarled.
The blonde haired servant whimpered a little and started to cry. Mari's dagger rose up high and then she blinked, spotting the dark haired slave boy on the wall near the middle of the room. He was the lone bastion of calm in the chaos that was her room, a silent statue that stared at her with calm unblinking eyes. Mari glared at him as if daring him to continue staring at her. The slave looked at her unblinking, meeting her gaze with a silent calm that caused her to growl. With a swift motion she tugged up half of the blonde servant's hair and then cut through it, pulling free the poorly sheared golden tresses in her hand and then throwing them to the side as she started to approach the only remaining servant in her room, as the blonde ran sobbing from the premises.
"I kind of want to put out one of those blue eyes of yours, for staring at me, slave..." She said as she gripped him by the head and tilted his head back and leveled her dagger an inch from one of his eyes. He still did not blink. His eyes stared into hers with a clearness that made her catch her breath a little, and instead of stabbing him she ran the dagger down the side of his cheek, caressing him with the sharp part of the blade. Unlike the others, he did not tremble, and it both infuriated and entranced her at the same time, unable to make him move. "But I won't... You're not like Marcus. You wouldn't flirt with some other girl when you are promised to ME!" The edge in her voice would have made anyone else jump. "I forgot that you are my friend... my best friend before any of these other pieces of garbage that I keep around me... aren't you?" She said with a smile. "Would you die for me, friend?"
"Yes." Came the immediate response from him. His eyes still stared into hers unblinking.
"Take this knife, and plunge it into your own heard for me." Mari whispered with a shaking breath, watching wide eyed as the slave calmly took it from her fingertips, then slowly held it out at arms length, gripping it roughly with both hands as he took in a slow breath to prepare himself. The sensation of her fingertips upon his hands stopped him as he looked at her. Quietly she took the knife from his hands and leaned down to roughly kiss him hard and fast, growling a little in satisfaction as she felt him return the kiss.
"You really are the perfect man, D..." She whispered lightly. It was the first time she had ever called him by his name. He blinked, unknowning of what to do as she leaned in to kiss him again. "I love you... will you give yourself to me... Will you give me everything?"