Chapter One
It is here ,in the comfort of my chamber, that I relay the details of my own story that is of the up most interest. That is, regarding my encounters of loves embrace. I am only writing to vent out my frustration on the matter but yet as if to recollect my thoughts on her. My mind shakes violently as I recall the moments with my dearest but enough of my rambling.
My story begins with the entrance of my most beloved maid frantically calling out my name, trying to awake me from past nights dreams. Ah, bless her soul..
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“Miss Liere! Miss Liere! You must wake if you wish not to offend the Centroso family shortly tonight at the celebration!” The ramblings of my maid, Eva, start to collect in my mind as I jolt out of my bed from my slumber. “Eva why did you not wake me sooner?” I frantically began to look through my garments and start to change in a gown for this evening as Eva explains the situation. “Aye, my lady, you’ve been sound asleep the whole day till now.” “You simply would not let your dreaming rest.” I let out a sigh of frustration as I have yet again succumbed to my sleeping ritual. This was not in the least bit lady like. I sat at my bedside and began to brush through my curly locks of gold. “You may go tell my father that our departure shall be soon.” “Yes my lady.” Eva exited my chamber and silently closed the door behind her.
Why did I have to attend this infernal celebration that is the barrier between me and my sleep? But, I knew the answer lies within my name. My family name, Monlentio, is of royal decent, along with the host of this evening’s celebration, the Centrosos, and a handful of other families that encircle Spain. My father Sir Julian Monlentio and his very good friend Sir Andres Centroso have decided on celebrating a successful harvest at the Centroso estate with a feast. All royal families and upper class are expected to show to the celebration and that day is today.
I made my decent down the steps of our estate to find my mother and father relieved to see me ready so quickly. We hastily entered our carriage and headed for the Centroso estate. On the ride there my mother decided to comment on my recent sleeping habits. “Oh dear, Liere if your sleep spells continue, time will pass by and you’ll be a withered hag by the time your twenty-third birthday arrives!” My father in a humored tone responded “Oh Helena, Liere is barely seventeen let alone twenty-three! Let the poor girl rest as she chooses.” I sighed and exclaimed “Must we always go to this subject in every carriage ride?” My mother shook her head in a disappointed manner “It seems that we’ll have to.” Before I could say something back the carriage stopped, signaling that we had arrived at the Centroso estate.
I myself have never lay my eyes on the estate before me, let alone been inside. I suppose very good friends fancy to keep their distance. Never have gone here, I was hesitant in stepping out of the carriage. My mother looked my way and assured me that I would enjoy tonight’s events. “There will be plenty of people your age to talk to, you shant get lonely. Sir Centoso has a daughter your age. Perhaps the two of you can become acquainted at the celebration. Come now, don’t want to be late.” I smiled and reassured myself of this celebration. I have attended many gatherings before. There should be nothing to worry about. But I was terribly wrong.
We were greeted at the door by a lively Lady of the estate. Lady Montse set her gaze on me and let out a surprised shriek. “Oh Helena you did not tell me of how exquisitely beautiful your daughter, Liere, is! She has your eyes and oh such a darling face!” I blushed at her compliments and lowered my gaze. It was then that I saw waves of light brown hair hurried along a long corridor and entered a room.
Who was that?
I had to know.
My thoughts drifted back to when my mother was telling me how the Centrosos had a daughter. That must have been her. Overtaken by curiosity, I entered the estate and slowly made my way down to the corridor I saw her last. I had no one’s attention as all eyes were on the remarkably large pig with a round red apple in its jaws grip. I quickly slipped past the crowd and stood in front of the door I knew she entered.
I paused for a moment and then knocked. A moment of silence passed by as I finally heard a voice that said “Come in.” I opened the door and walked in. Then after closing the door behind me did I look up to find an angel sitting next to the window sill. Just as I saw moments before, her hair was of a light brown color. Curls reaching mid-back and resting on light tan shoulders. Her eyes were of a honey gold stained red from what appeared like crying. I felt a pang in my heart as I saw her trying to hold back her sobs. My mouth moved on its own as I asked “May I ask your name?” Her beautiful eyes looked up at my own and while trying to hold back tears she said “Celia, Celia Centroso.” As I had thought, this angel was the daughter. I walked up to her and asked the reason for her crying. “Today is my birthday. My parents instead throw a feast for the harvest. I feel…I feel forgotten.” Upon hearing this I slowly walked up to her and took her hand in mine. I slight blush appeared on my face as I realized what I was about to do. “Well then my darling Celia, happy birthday.” I raised her hand to my lips and gave her soft skin a gentle kiss. I pulled her into a tight embrace and felt the warmth soaring through my body. It was at that moment when I felt I needed this girl in my life.
She stopped her crying and took my heart.
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