As I walked aroung the halls, James trailed behind me. James, my James, who tends to my every need. thing about James is, I really liked him, but it could never be. I was a young maiden but Master of the Manor. James was my trusted butler, it was unruley for us to be together.

    We made it to my study. I looked at the mound of papers on my desk.

           "James could you fetch me an Earl Grey tea?" I requested.

           "Of course, My Lady." James went out the doors to go get my tea. I sighed once he left. The stuffing of my bra was really uncomfortable. I shifed my chest in order to get comfortable. Now, this is something I could never tell James about, and I usually tell James everything. What I would never tell was I was not a Young Lady Celia. I was not a lady whatsoever. Celia was my twin sister, the real Young Maiden of the manor. Why I was in the position of being the manors Young Maiden is to big of a story to tell and just thinking of why is sending chills through my body.

      Just as I was going back to that night James walks but into the study with my tea placed on a sliver tray. 

            "Your tea my lady," James placed the tea on my desk.

            "Thank you, James," I smiled warmly at him, and he smiled his infacuating smile right back.

             "Now, let me try to get through all this paper work I've been sent to go through."

Hello, this the author. I hope you enjoy. this is my first story. The story is going to be very experimental, me trying to understand my writing style and genre I like to write in. 

    p.s. This story is based of a dream so it going to be a little weird.