All the peasants,ate quietly in the kitchen.It was better sitting in the kitchen than eating in the glorious dining room where all they ever talked about was how badly they had treated their servants and since tonight Sir.Nickolas was with them they had thrown a welcoming home celebration.
"Joyce go put these on the table",Trudy said handeling her a tray with five silver champagne cups.
Joyce did as told she could hear a soft medley when she entered the grand room.She put down the tray on the well set table that was fool of delicious food from caviar to sweet French chocolates.Sir.Nickolas walked out of the groups of females that had formed around him and he walked towards Joyce who was placing carefully the platters of foods.
"Hi Joyce",Sir.Nickolas said.
"Hi Sir.Nickolas,how do you do ?",Joyce asked.
"Very well,and yourself ?",Sir.Nickolas asked back.
"Tired and sick of my life",Joyce answered flatly.
Sir.Nickolas look over at her she seemed so tired all her nails where broken and dirty with dirt,her hair was up in a pony tail frizzled,her brown eyes showed nothing more but sadness.
"Nickolas,fathers wants you over with the females again",Miss.Leslile said pushing him gently.
Joyce took back the empty platter into the kitchen.
"So how is it out their ?",Regina asked.
"Same celebration,same old,same old",Joyce answered bluntly.
Sir.Nickolas entered the kitchen.
"Sir.Nickolas you aren't suppose to be in here while we are here go before you get yourself in trouble !",Trudy exclaimed.
Joyce looked up and groaned,while Regina smiled and smiled.
"Joyce can we talk ?",Sir.Nickolas asked.
"No we can not Sir.Nickolas I have work to do can you not tell",Joyce spat out angrily.
Sir.Nickolas never took no for an answer he grabbed her wrist and accidently made her drop the glasses full of champagne.
"Oh my God look what you made me do you assol !",Joyce yelled.
Madamn Carter heard her last comment.She grabbed the black leaher wip and stormed into the kitchen.
"Do not call Sir.Nickolas that",Madamn Carter said before lashing her face.
Joyce cried out in fright,anger,and most of all pain.Everyone wanted to help her but they couldn't or else they would get lashed themselves.Blood trickled down Joyce's face,tears poured down her brown scared eyes.
"Mother stop !",Sir.Nickolas yelled grabbing the wip from her hand.
Madamn.Carter looked at him with surprise.
"You hurt her enough mother,I'll be out in a second now GO !",Sir.Nickolas yelled anger boiling in his blood.
Madamn.Carter walked out of the kitchen.Sir.Nickolas knelt down,he caressed her cheek gently.
"Do not touch me Sir.Nickolas",Joyce said pushing his hand away from her face.
Joyce stood up and ran outside she ran and ran and never stopped she knew Sir.Nickolas wasn't behind her,but this was his fault for her getting wipped at.She leaned in and saw her disformed face,blood was all over her face,her cheek had a bruise forming on it.She cried like a lost child.