A young laden could be seen, running around the mansion, blue eyes reflecting the mischief embedded in them. Curly strands of hair dangling with the owner, face like the purest form of jade, an angel descended to live among the mortals, was the perfect description for this unearthly beauty.
Slowly! Helen ran after him, age had no effect on her radiance. Young master! You will definitely be the death of me, she mumbled to herself, be careful the tiles are quite slippery.
One could see the frustration evident on her eyes, but despite it, the fondness and love towards the laden wasn't hidden either.
The smith family were one of the most influential families in city D. They best wine makers in the country, with only one stain to their flawless image. The long feud that lingered between, them and the Nicholas.
Facts had been twisted, No one actually knows the origin of the hatred, tales had been passed down from predecessor to their offspring. One thing was definite, reconciliation was a term far fetched for the both families.
A large thud resounded, young master!, Kendrick! Helen rushed towards him, oh heavens! You just can't hear anything, I told you to be careful, her anger and concerned voice made Kendrick guilty.
Staring at those doe like eyes, at the verge of spilling tears, she couldn't continue with her words, dusting him up, she took him to a nearby cushion, scanning him for any possible injury until she was utterly satisfied.
Your skin is not allowed to be bruised she chilled him once more, resumption is at the corner, and no one wants injuries.
Helene could be said to be closer to Kendrick than his own birthed mother. Watching him grow and turn into teenager was a life time achievement to her.