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"Lavinia, your mother would like a word with you!', called mother's faithful servant Raphiel. I raced throug the garden grabbed my boots and quickly ran to mother's aid only to see she's accompanied by a young man with gorgeous hazel eyes that seemed as if he were hurt although he'd been smiling he wasn't quiet as happy as seemed to look. Well dressed boy, looked my age but dressed as if he were as old as my father was. His smile was almost shimmering, thoughi couldn't keep staring at his eyes. Gorgeous yet..harmful almost as if something was misplaced in him, almost as if he were empty.
"Lavinia, dear were have you been?", mother said skanning my dress for signs that I'd been out where I shouldn't have been. The boy was staring at me as well, almost as if he were looking at a ghost,"I was out in the garden, mother. Forgive me". "Ah, well ths young man" she spoke gesturing to the boy whom smiled and bowed gracefully, "Shall, I say young gentleman has lost his only parent in a shipwrek. A long journey this man mad just for the sake in finding a bride in which he could share his father's riches with." Oh thats what this is about she wants me to marry this boy for his father's riches since we lost ours when my father married another woman. The boy kissed my hand gently,"My name is Dax, after my godparents Damon and Alexandria whom died two days before I aged to my fourth year", oh my, his eyes atracting my attention. "Why don't the two of you go take a walk, get to know each other a bit more", my mother told me in a sweet yet decifing tone. I began walking and he quickly caught up. "Miss, your mother showed me around and I'm sure this is'nt the way to the garden", I just looked at him "Nobody spoke of walking in the garden, did they?"
Publication Date: 09-09-2012
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