New Lodgings: Fantasy

He bowed from the waist, sweeping his arm in a mocking circle, "Milady. This is yours. And I am your humble servant." She stepped forward, her expression carved of icy marble, and surveyed her surroundings with cool eyes. "Interesting," she said. "So this is how they plan to imprison me." Startled, he straightened and stared straight at her. "Milady?" "Oh," she said, smiling a thin crescent of a smile, "you didn't know? Let me guess...you thought you would be guarding your demesne from another greedy carpetbagger like that old woman you frightened to death six years ago? Or the mercenary who entered the monastery after only a fortnight in his new domain? Or perhaps like the little girl who refused to speak another word after she left. She still rocks back and forth, you know. I checked, in the brief time I had after I received notice of my new lodgings."


Inspiration: None.
Story Potential: High.
Finished Length: Novel, I do b'lieve.
Notes: He is cursed to remain here and to drive away those who attempt to live there, wherever there may be. She has powerful enemies who wish to be rid of her and has somehow been tricked into living here will-she, nill-she. There is some sort of magic involved. Bits of this plot are, of course, predictable...he begins to not want to drive her away, yadda yadda, but bits should be new and interesting.