Nordorway mansion
France
Dressed in dark wears that did nothing but bring out her elegance, her golden skin glittering under the simple wear making her look like an angel wrapped in darkness. that darkness was her sorrow, her sorrow for her beloved grandfather. Her eyes despite being fierce held those bottled up tears that she would only shed when alone.
She stood at the entrance of the door staring dejectedly at the young man that walked about carrying cloths and dumping them into his suitcase with hasten folding.
He was also dressed in dark wears, a complete suit, his eyes red from crying and now as black as a void, there was also a darkness in him but more different and fiercer than before.
Rose stared at her oldest cousin turn into a coward fleeing in a disgraceful way. She was disappointed that he was willing to put aside their grandfather's teaching to run away.
Her red lips thinned in suppressed anger, she wanted so badly to smack his head hoping to knock his senses back in place.
"It's been a day that grandfather was just laid and you are leaving?"
Her anger boiled to its tipping point, she marched angrily to the frozen man whom had his head bowed down in shame. She stood at his front daring him to look at her and lie once again.
"How the mighty has fallen, a coward will always be a coward fleeing with a crown of thorn, a complete shame."
Her voice poured out in mockery forcing the man to flinch slightly at the strength in them.
Ruben felt ashamed at being caught red handed, but he wasn't going to change his decision no matter what his younger cousin says. It was his decision to do what he was doing, his choice to hold a glamour of pretense in the presence of his grandfather, and now there was no grandfather.
His head rose locking his pale blue gaze at her light brown ones daringly, his face was older beards sprout from his cheeks to his chin, bushy eyebrow that were shaped like swords , long shoulder length hair thar was tied at the nape, He grew handsomely into a 18yrs old man, a warrior and leader their grandfather had breed but those aspect were nowhere to be found and in replace those cold pale blue eyes held tension, his determination was as strong as the darkness that held his body.
"You are capable enough to run the matters of the household, Rosaline."
He replied casually as though this was nothing as though what he was doing was of righteousness and not destroying the youthful life of a young teenager.
"Big brother Ruben you said so yourself that a woman would never be capable of holding the steel to a forth. grandfather made you the head and me just your adviser."
He was by his bookshelf going through his book, putting some into his bag and leaving the other open on the table. He refused to look his cousin in the eye, yet put enough power into his voice.
"You aren't like any woman, you are Governess Rosaline, the Yeaster legend."
He added with a smirk thrown her way before adding,
"And beside I'm just a call away if you ever need help."
She wanted to wipe that smirk off his face, she wanted to be the one who laughed last. Once upon a time her grandfather did consider giving her the title of master of Nordorway mansion but her cousin fought hook and crook under the bleeding greed of his parents. lutenient general Darwin Constance wants to become the Mayor of Yeaster town and what great benefit it would be if his son was the heir of the Nordorway mansion one of the leading family in the town.
Rosaline remembered asking her cousin for his choice, Ruben might deny it but Rosaline knew him best. she was nurtured under him, knew his thoughts like they were hers, she knew he had his own passion , he visioned to become a coach, an international athletic coach , being trained by the best and mentored the best. he aspired to help others, but in the Constance family nobody was given the right to follow their passion.
Rosaline once gave him a chance and he rejected it unknown to them their grandfather was in support but like the saving goes opportunity comes but once.
Rosaline loved her cousin so my much she was willing to sacrifice for him.
"Thank you for your trust, big brother Ruben."
~One week later~
Lord Goran died when Rosaline was just 13 and Ruben left to follow his dreams and abandoned his role as the high lord of the mansion, he was suppose to be gone for one year but it became 3 years yet during those years Rosaline didn't bother calling anymore. She called during the first years and when he refused to return home she stopped calling and ran the household deligently, winning awards each year and making the Constance family the top 3. but along with fame there was always disaster approaching.
"You called for me, father?"
Lady Rosaline stared back with a blank face at the man she considered a father by name, over the years she rose to fame he had been making subtle attempts in bonding with her that was using her title for his own personal benefit. At first Rosaline was happy but after realizing his plot she withdrew from him ignoring him her attention besides she had her grandfather dotting on her, their special moment was during her piano lessons but now he was gone and Rosaline was alone once again.
"Yes I did, my child."
She sat on the empty seat on the right side of him still wondering why her mother was also. called in and looking as though she had lost her soul.
In her heart she lamented for her, during the years her father's shameless characters have done nothing but tortured her free spirited mother, chaining her down to an encaged bird.
She took the bondage of marriage to another level.
Rosaline took her time taking in spacious and tidy study room with hunting gears and artifacts displayed as decorations and trophies tracing them from heritage to traditions. A long time ago the Constance ancestors were once hunters, they were a family that bore the greatest talent.
It's too bad it missed her father's generation.
Her attention shifted back to the other three strangers seated opposite her mostly the woman who kept staring at her with a frosty look, what took her by surprise was the young man beside her by her right who looked a few years older than her, her focus were at his eyes, he had pale blue eyes that was so familiar, he also felt familiar.
"So what is this meeting for, Father?."
She spoke so dryly her father was fluttered at the lack of emotion she had towards him. He wondered if she was indeed his daughter and was this how she was going to pay him for bring her into this word. Her father was indeed a selfish man who thought only about himself.
"Eh, well this here is Drogo.... He's my son."
Then it clicked to her why her mother was avoiding looking at her, why this woman was staring at her with envy and vicious aura, then the man beside them must be their lawyer.
Wow!
The sloth came prepared.
Why wasn't Rosaline shocked or even surprised?.
That was became Rosaline knew her father wasn't a loyal man, he might have fought his family to marry her mother who was just a famous scholar from a poor background but in truth that was because of the name he would get. At that time her mother was known to be the most beautiful woman in Yeaster town during her yearly tour, she was just passingby but unfortunately fell in love with her father and years later there were rumours that he had eyes for a fair maiden from the chief secretary house.
Rosaline knew her father only chased women with a strong background that could get him the status of Mayor, for now he was simply the Governor of Yeaster town.
"Oh!!!!!!!! so a bastard then!."
She said the words slowly but firmly, it was neither a statement nor a question but her conclusion which were final it struck a cord n the woman who had been criticizing her with glutton envy, her expression instantly turned red she looked like an over boiled kettle with her light skin, her pretence that had her glued to the seat snapped.
That was one thing with Rosaline, her words were final laced with wit and vicious gib they cut you layers by layers until you snap.
"How dare you!!!!."
She roared like a banshee hoping to scare Rosaline but was only ignored which enraged her the more, She was mad that a young child called out in her child and also called her as an uncultured woman. She admitted defeat in her heart knowing she had no power to refute or attack now she was made to believed the stories about how stone hearted the Yeaster governess was indeed true as the rumours claimed her to be. Yet it didn't stop her from still glutting over that power, she lost it once she didn't plan to loose it again she was the very definition of a glutton gold digger. She never loved lord Henry Constance, but her sweet tongue made lord Henry believe she did and that alone was her weapon along with her body.
While the woman whom is known as Miss Lucia Webber the rumoured fair maiden from the chief secretary was boiling in rage, the young man Drogo stayed in the sideline carefully observing.
Rosaline ignored the stares and locked gaze again with Drogo, she had to admit that she indeed see the resemblance he had with her father it wasn't another cocobolo attempt from the many mistresses out there, but despicably what made Rosaline boil with silent anger was that he was older, so does that mean her mother was a mistress? second wife? What was her dear mother's status then?.
"Don't be disrespectful Rosaline, he is still my son"
The cockeyed lord Henry defended an outsider over his own family.
"So!!!! How do you expect me to behave, father?".
She was mocking him, taunting him to reflect on his actions, hoping he would be sensible.
"Show a little bit of respect and control your sharp tongue, Drogo might just be two years older than you but he's still your senior."
Inside she steamed but outside her expression was carefree. She knew his purpose.
Her father had always wanted a son whom he could use to boast his status, she was born a female yet despite that he still reluctantly used her then in a desperate means he thought of marrying her off at a young age then the appearance of a son who was older than her appeared and despite already having a son with his legs wife though he was just 13 years old, he became greedy.
"I call a kettle black and it shall remain a black kettle."
In other words, Drogo was a bastard and her father was an hypocrite.
"Is this how I trained you to behave in front of your elders, I'm your father at least show me some face."
Lord Henry's face was flush red in anger, he refused to be reasonable wanting to cast her out for her cold shoulders towards him.
"When did you ever teach me manners, eh? father?"
"You brat! I knew letting you have all these powers will get into your head one day"
"News flash, hypocrisy just became contagious causing delusional fantasy."
A loud sound boom that was caused by a palm hitting hard on the wooden table, their argument was cut off by Miss Lucia's interference.
"Oh! cut! the crap! Henry, my son is the rightful heir to this mansion in the first place not this spilt brat. If it wasn't for this bitch over here who stole you away from me everything here belongs to my son."
Just as Rosaline had concluded, an uncultured woman with unreasonable manners and a glutton greed. Her words were sharp pokes to her bubble of rage not knowing that she was so easily taunting the tigress to show her claws.
"Miss, I would reframe from how you address my mother if I were you, I wouldn't want her spoiling her name with you tainting presence."
Miss Lucia became tongue tied at the blunt insult, she couldn't retort back in fear from the sharp glare sent her way, it shut her up.
Rosaline directed the glare back to her father blaming him for the woman's loose tongue. She made her voice more frostier as she requested his proposal wanting to end this unruly meeting.
"So what do you want from me? father."
Lord Henry trembled, he felt as though he was in the presence of his late father, Lord Goran during his prime, something that suffocated him with dominance.
"My dear, you are already 16 and by law ripe for marriage. When you do who will take care of the household now that its very obvious that Ruben isn't coming back, so my advice will be that you transfer everything to your new elder brother Drogo here."
Rosaline raised an indifferent brow shocked at the level of her father's stupidity.
"We live in the 21st century father no one follows the old law anymore and besides - when did I ever admit to having an elder brother?."
Lord Henry's vein throb. She just bluntly and outrageously rejected him not regarding that he was her father.
"He's my blood, Rosaline"
Rosaline rose a brow.
"He will forever be a bastard, isn't that what they are called from a woman not even married."
Rosaline simply wasn't going to do his bidding just because he was her sperm doner.
Miss Lucia stood like an enraged cat only to be held off my the young man, Lord Henry was left totally speechless.