Post by Caraf Tewar on Jan 3, 2011 22:38:54 GMT -5
I set Emilia down on the bed, giving her a smile and keeping half an eye on her as I looked to the porters setting down my trunks. Most of them were filled with Emilia’s things, there was nothing I had wanted to take but the things I had arrived at his house with.
I tipped the head porter well and he shut the door. Then I sat on the bed and took off Emilia’s bonnet.
“Well, my heart, here we are for now,” I said, setting the garment aside. It was strange, I knew I should be feeling loss or something, but it just wasn’t there. The note the shop girl had brought me was tucked in a bag somewhere, the one detailing how she had seen Elliot rutting with a girl in the store where she’d worked. The shop girl had likely hoped to get some coin to keep the secret, but I didn’t care that much. He was a child, a fact that had only become more apparent since Emilia was born. Spoiled and vain, with no real sense of responsibility or love. I was certain he’d threaten to take my title and stomp his foot that I wouldn’t get any money, but I wanted neither. Emilia’s title was her birthright, and she could choose what to do with it when she was of age.
For now, we were here and I would figure out where we would settle permanently in the next day or two. I had sent a note to Juliette explaining I had moved out and why, I would like to talk to her soon. Emilia yawned and I laid down with her on the bed, at peace for the first time in a very very long time.
I tipped the head porter well and he shut the door. Then I sat on the bed and took off Emilia’s bonnet.
“Well, my heart, here we are for now,” I said, setting the garment aside. It was strange, I knew I should be feeling loss or something, but it just wasn’t there. The note the shop girl had brought me was tucked in a bag somewhere, the one detailing how she had seen Elliot rutting with a girl in the store where she’d worked. The shop girl had likely hoped to get some coin to keep the secret, but I didn’t care that much. He was a child, a fact that had only become more apparent since Emilia was born. Spoiled and vain, with no real sense of responsibility or love. I was certain he’d threaten to take my title and stomp his foot that I wouldn’t get any money, but I wanted neither. Emilia’s title was her birthright, and she could choose what to do with it when she was of age.
For now, we were here and I would figure out where we would settle permanently in the next day or two. I had sent a note to Juliette explaining I had moved out and why, I would like to talk to her soon. Emilia yawned and I laid down with her on the bed, at peace for the first time in a very very long time.