Fathering Trinity (Spankmiky and Chrysm)

[spankmiky]

Michael was a wealthy man, one of the richest in the town. He lived in a rather nice, big house in the golden age of the Victorian era. Like his fellow man of the time, he never left the house without looking like he spent twenty million on his formal, elegant suits. Michael was also known to be a father of a young lady of 8 years, Trinity. Known, he was, for his emphasis on the good old fashion values such as respect, along with insisting on elegant posture and dress made to make those around envy him and his daughter. He was truely of the times. And this man of the times was abruptly awoken by sunlight shining through his window right onto his face, jump starting the day. With a heavy sigh, he pulled himself up and dressed, followed by him ringing his servant to ready the breakfast meal.

[Chrysm]

Like any family of wealth in the victorian era, many things were expected of young Trinity. However, as hte sunlight peered through hte curtains of her canopy bed, hitting her in the face, she moanedans turned away from the light, not wanting to wake.

[spankmiky]

Michael, after ringing for breakfast to be made, informed the family servant to go knock on Trinity's door and wake her up and than to go back to household chores. After the servant was off, Michael headed down to his study. The study was a rather large room, with a strong, dark wood floor, an expensive woven rug and an overall dark mood. The prime component of the room was a giant, wooden desk the same colour of the floor. The desks legs had some real detail and time put into them to make. Besides the desk, a couple bookcases, filled with old dusty books lay around the room. Michael went to the desk, where he was doing some work for his job. He put the papers that he had left on the desk overnight into their designated folders and walked out of the room, heading to the dining room to wait for his breakfast.

[Chrysm]

Trinity remained asleep, determined to stay that way for as long as possible. But she moans as she hears knocking on her door.

[spankmiky]

The servant, doing as ordered, knocked and walked into Trinity's room, which looked like one of the most elegant rooms of the house. "Madame, your father ordered a wake up call. Breakfast is being made at the moment." She said to the sleepy girl and closed the door.

[Chrysm]

Trinity moaned again, but this time made an attempt to get up.

[spankmiky]

The servant, satisfied of completing the task, when back to chores.

Michael sat down in the dining room which had the same gothic style that the rest of the house had. He waited patiently for the breakfast to come out, and also for his daughter to drag her lazy self downstairs. Nothing really new there. Trinity was never known to jump out of bed immediately. We need to work on getting her to get up fasterhe thought to himself. An obedient young lady should do as told and happily do it. That was the way of the times. She'll learn soon...I hope. Michael continued his thoughts to himself over the sleepy girl and her delays in getting up upon command.

[Chrysm]

Finally awake enough to move without being clumsy, Trinity gets dressed and slowly proceeds down hte staircase to the dining room.

[spankmiky]

The breakfast came out on a couple large, metal trays. One tray for Michael, the other for Trinity when she comes. The chef pulled of the lids to reveal a classic, hearty breakfast of all types of foods, including the basic eggs of course. Michael nodded to the chef and he departed, leaving himself alone to eat.

Out of the corner of his eye, Michael spotted a slowly moving Trinity heading to table. "Good morning Trinity." he commented, "I see you have finally gotten yourself up."

[Chrysm]

Still feeling very tired, Trinity only acknowleged him with a small moan as she half climbed to her chair and began eating.