Chapter 1: Phantom (chronicles of Aireauna)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Chapter 1

“Master, it’s time to get up,” I said as I made my way to open the blinds.

In response, he twitched a bit in his bed.

“The breakfast of poached eggs and salmon has been prepared and side dishes of toast and champagne have been baked.” I said as I set the dishes on a small table not far from the bed.

I made my way to his bed and drew his covers back. As he sat up I brought his clothes over.

“What are today’s plans?” he asks as he pulls his clothes on.

“You have a meeting with Mr. Timon Coupe this afternoon,” I said as I brushed out his dark brown hair and straightened his shirt.

“Right, I take it that everything will be ready by then,” he said as he made his way over to the small table.

“Of course sir, now, what would you like?”

“The eggs and toast. Is my coffee ready?”

“Yes sir and it’s black just the way you like it.”

“Thank you. Where is Maureen?”

“She is showering sir.”

“Have you woken Nathen up already?”

“I left him to dress sir.”

He nods and I turn to leave when he asks “Have you checked the mail yet Aireauna?”

“I will after I make sure the young master has awoken.”

“Bring it to me immediately.”

“Of course sir,” I replied as I walked out the door and made my way to Nathen’s room.

~

“Enter,” he called a few seconds after I knocked.

“Are you finished sir?” I ask the young man who stood by the window.

“Just about, why?” He asked turning to face me.

“Your father asked me to check on you,” I answer as I walked up to him and began to straighten his clothes.

“Remind me to tell him I am more than capable of dressing myself,” he said pushing my hands away.

“I believe he is more worried that you fell back to sleep.”

“Faith is the key, something he is truly missing,” he stated turning to face the window. As he focused on the images outside, I reached over and brushed his black hair away from his face revealing his bright green eyes. As I did that I said, “You know, you have your parent’s best features; your mother’s hair and your father’s eyes.”

His eyes focused on me once again for a few seconds before he asked, “Who’s do you have?”

“Have what?”

“Who gave you your blond hair, your blue-gray eyes?”

I was silent for a few minutes before I said, “My mother.”

“She gave you both.”

“Just my hair.”

“So you have your father’s eyes.”

“Yes and no.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean that I have the eyes of the man my mother had an affair with.”

He stayed silent for a while before he said, “I’m sorry I brought it up. Did you ever find out who that man was?”

“Yes.”

“Would it be too much to ask you who that man was?”

I just stood there quietly for a few minutes before he turned his attention back to the window. Turning, I made my way out of the room and was right at the door when I said, “Xavier. Xavier was my real father,” then stepped out the door and walked to the front of the house.

~

Mail in hand I stood on the foyer and looked at the return addresses of them. None of them were worth showing a bit of interest, that was until I saw the last one.

“A letter from the Kenyon family,” I murmured to myself as I walked over to the staircase. “Why waste my master’s time with this,” I said, smirking.

“Aireauna, did you get the mail yet?” Master Joshua called from the top of the stairs.

“Right here Sir,” I called up to him, pocketing the envelope.


Submitted: April 07, 2012

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