“I have worked over some time to gain much of what you see. It does help that most people only see the moor land and don’t think of what could be under it.” Angelo was happy that he seemed to like the land about them. he had worked hard to gain this land and now wanted to share it with those that he loved. But few found the beauty in the rolling hills as he did.

Marissa nodded a bit and smiled leaning on the window frame a little as he watched the land roll by, "Its quite nice" He said softly.

As they rode on the carriage turned away from the woods so that all that could be seen was the moors and a village a ways off. Then they came under the trees and the whole of the place changed. There were shadows in the woods that flashed about, and eyes the colors of which Marissa had never seen. This trip did not last long before they came back out into open land. And there on a little rise framed by the trees behind and around it was a Castle. It was not a truly old castle but not to young ether. There were windows high up that had a fair amount of glass and one tall tower, that seemed to glisten in the rising sun a faint pink. The whole castle was made of a fair white rock that seemed stronger then it looked. “welcome to your new home Marissa, welcome to Dawns Rose.”

Marissa's eyes went wide, his mouth dropped a little. He was struck utterly speechless. He sat up straighter and clung to the window sil a little more. He was sitting on his knees a huge smile on his face.

‘the upper part of the tower is off limits but the rest of the castle and the grounds within the trees you can go to at any time. I usually don’t leave the tower until sunset so you will have free run of the place.” The carriage slowed to a stop and he climbed out and held out his hand for Marissa. “I think it would be best to show you to your room first.” Angelo planed to have Marissa’s room be on the first floor of the tower right above his room that way no one could reach it without going through his suite.

Marissa smiled and nodded a little as he climbed out. He held Angelo's hand a little more tightly than normal. He stumbled a bit falling against the older man.
"ah...sorry...I'm still a bit sleepy.." He said softly.

“That is fine, Marissa. I did not expect for you to be completely awake.” Leading him into the entry hall the great wooden doors swung wide to let them in. the hall was light not with gas but electric lights which flickered to mimic the flames of gas but were much brighter. Along the hall statues and painting stood ready to be admired. A centrally grand stair case met them halfway through the hall it spiraled up to the left to disappear on the second floor. Below it hidden in the shadows was another fine wooden door. This one while smaller was carved with pictures of a great hunt. Angelo stopped in front of it. “This is the door to my suite, and to yours. No one is allowed beyond this door but you and I.” slowly he opened the door.

Marissa took every thing in, but none of it quite registered in his head, nor would it until after he'd rested completely. He followed Angelo obediently, "Okay..." He murmured with a smile.

Seeing that nothing was really registering he lead him past the parlor, as they passed a black door he said. “That is my room if you need me I will be sleeping in there. Don’t worry about waking me.” He lead him up a smaller set of stairs that lead to a hall way. Right above where his room was there was a small sliver door. Handing Marissa a silver key Angelo smiled. “And this room is your room.” He opened the door. The door opened into a small sitting parlor, at one end of the room was a wall of glass that over looked a set of gardens. The furniture was simple yet luxurious. A second door lead into a fine bed room with a four posted bed. The style of the furnishings was only a year or so out of date. The bed looked very soft and inviting. “There is a door behind that book shelf; it leads down and out to your privet garden. There is a door on the landing below that dose lead to my room but I do not use those stairs, or the garden.”

"I have my own garden?" He muttered still staring at Angelo with dreamy eyes.
He smiled sweetly and then walked across the little parlor and towards the bed. He sat down and looked around for a moment. He then flopped backwards on his bed, "I'm still in the carriage aren't I...I'm still asleep" He said, hands pawing at the top comforter in disbelief.

“no Marissa your not dreaming, should I send you a maid to help with your dress?” now that is a good question should he hire a ladies maid for Marissa or should Marissa just go it alone. “would you like me to hire a ladies maid for you? I know that many of the fashions these days do require the use of one.”

Marissa looked over and bit his lips, "I...I can handle the undergarments my self... I may need help... with the main dresses.." He said softly, "I can't all ways do all the hooks and ties in the back."

Walking over to help him Angelo smiled. “so you would like me to find a maid to hire so that you have help?” his fingers were cool and nimble as he removed the upper dress. “there you go.”

Marissa blushed as the other man undressed him. Even if it was just the main dress. He sat upright and pulled his legs onto the bed looking just a little put off and confused, "Ah...um....maybe..."

“and what would you like in a ladies’ maid? I am guessing that you want one that does not mind that your body is male, and she will not attack you for the way you dress.” These were things that even if he did not mind Angelo would be looking for. He was not going to let his new acquisition to be henpecked because he dressed as he liked.

Marissa nodded a little, "mmm those are fine...I ...she doesn't need to help me with under clothes.. so.. its not like she'd see me naked anyway..." He said with a little yawn.

“in to bed with you.” Angelo walked out of the room, at the door he looked back over his shoulder and looked on his new boy. “good night Marissa.” From the streets of Rome to this fair tower was a big leap. Compared to that leap Marissa’s was not that far. He had been lucky that the man know about Angelo’s tastes.
What would have happened if the boy had gotten a master like he had gotten? Would he have survived it like angelo had? or would he have just broken down like the little boy that died of hunger being next to the food when Angelo had been a slave? Angelo thought of his life before his sire had found him and made him the way he was. What would have happened if he had been sold to a different master? He rubbed his neck still feeling the slave collar there. The scars were faint.

Marissa pulled off the under skirt and then curled up in his bed in the top and bloomers. Not even bothering to go look for a night dress.
He laid down on the bed and yawned as he curled up against the pillow. He almost didn't want to sleep.
Though as he slept he could not seem to push back that thought that this man would want something. Or he would not be treated so well.

While Marissa slept servants quietly went around the room and put away all the outfits and such that was bought for the young miss. One of them gently tucked him in smiling, maybe this time she would get a better job. This one looked female and yet she knew that this was a boy. The master would be wanting a servant to keep him and taken care of. She pulled out a dress, under clothes, stockings and shoes that would be easy for the new one to put on and would look good. She laid them out and set up the other tools that the boy would need to look nice. Maybe latter she should come back and make sure he did not want a bath; it would be nice to have a bath ready for him.

Despite all the goings on Marissa slept quite soundly. He would toss and turn now and then, but never enough to be disruptive.
When Marissa awoke at last it was sometime in the afternoon.
He got up slowly and climbed out of the luxurious bed, to find that his clothes had already been laid out for him. He smiled brightly and walked over.
"ahhh its all still here" He said happily.

The door opened a crake as he spoke, peeing her head around a young girl with ginger red hair and a maids cap smiled. “I thought I heard some one moving. Would you like a bath drawn for you young miss?” she hoped that he liked her selection for today’s outfit.

Marissa glanced back at the door and smile, "Can I really have a bath anytime I wish?" He asked cheerily.
He clasped his hands in front of his waist with a cute smile.
"I would love a bath... I would also like to wash my hair.." He said thoughtfully.

Stepping inside the room she smiled and curtsied. “any time the young miss wishes it I will draw up her bath.” She walked over to a small curtained area. There was a door there that lead into a small but fine modern bathroom. Marissa could hear the water being turned on and in a few moments a nice burst of scented steam could be seen. She stepped back out of the room. “it will be ready in a few moments, there is bath soap and hair rinses in arms reach of the tub, unless the young miss would like me to wash her hair.” Ok may be a bit over board but it that is what it took to get the job as his ladies maid then so be it. “I am Alanna my lady.”

Marissa smiled and nodded, "Thank you miss... For drawing the bath.." He said softly, "But I would prefer to wash my own hair." He said with a slight blush, "I don't really like others to be in the bath with me...".
He picked up the clean undergarments and folded them over his arm, "Thank you very much for offering though"

Alanna smiled brightly. “then while miss is in the bath I will go and get her breakfast. Is there anything you would like?” busily going about the room Alanna pulled out a set of towels and bath clothes that she took into the bath room before he went in. coming back out she curtsied again and walked to the door.