Iubit

Prologue

"Darcy Antonio recently had her engagement ceremony with Viscount Gerald"

Knowing very well how this conversation is going to go to, i try to escape the room before she starts.

"Stop right there young lady" stopping me midway, I slowly close my eyes and turn on my heels to face her.

"She's 13, the Viscount is old enough to be her Grandfather" I say while clenching my teeth.

Mother picks up her teacup and sips it all the while giving me a dirty look. I push back my locks and give her a sheepish smile. I've had enough of marriage talks about my friends being forced into marriage with men thrice their age. Mothers already set me up with those men but they never seem to like me... I wonder why. She thinks I'm still having tea with man she set me up with a week ago.

I see a maid carrying a letter on a platter with a bird crest on it. Realising who the letter is from I quickly scurry out the room, I heard something shatter from the dining room, a small giggle left my lips. She already opened the letter, i think to myself.

"Oh that wicked girl! This time she poured tea on the Count and now he refuses to marry her!" Maybe that's why .

Giggles escaping I bump into my brother. "Brother Arthur" I squeal.
He was the eldest son in our family and also my favorite Brother. I jump onto him giving him a light hug.

"Essie, what have you done now" I look away playing innocent.

"Nothing brother, what would I even do?" I'm just a women afterall.

"You're right. Hearing mothers screams all the way to the third floor has nothing to do with you" he says patting my head and messing my locks. He was dressed especially nice today with his suit and red tie he only wears for happy occasions. Before I could question him about his wear he rushed off to the dining room to calm mother.

I strut off to my room and ask the maids to make me some evening snacks. I sit by my window, my favorite place of the room. The seat was cushioned and soft and around the edge were my favorite flowers like vine wrapped around the pillars. Snowdrop flowers.

The white of the snowdrop symbolizes innocence and purity. Because it is the first flower to bloom at the end of winter and the beginning of spring, it also symbolizes hope, Father gave me these flowers before he left for war.

It was perfect. I grab my granite and book and start to sketch the view outside my window. For a second I thought I saw a man standing behind our rose shed. A dark shadow. Taking my magnifying glass to have a better look but it seemed in was a trick of light. Ignoring my gut feeling I lean on the window and close my eyes.

I awoke sweating. My heart was beating fast and my eyes were wide open. The ringing of the clock rang echoed across the room. Today seemed different. The clock seemed louder and the house was quieter. It was still 8pm in the evening yet already dark outside. Though the house was 3 story mansion, it would be noisy at this time of day. My 2 older twin brothers would be fencing outside and my older sister would be home with her 2 children.

I swallow and wear my shoes. It was darker than usual and the lights were dim. Brother Arthur should be back, I thought and my first instinct was to go and ask him about his day. Jogging pass the empty hallway and barging into his study.

The huge Windows in Brothers room shone as lighting strike. A silhouette of a man gripping a dagger, the dagger stained with fresh blood dripping onto brothers favorite Nylon carpet we bought from America. On the carpet my eyes trace down to the man lying on the floor, now lifeless as blood from his abdominal flood the floor.

My eyes widen with Terror as I see Brother Arthurs ash blonde hair dripping with blood on the floor. My legs start to loose strength and my stomach felt sick. I look back to find the man with the dagger but he was gone without a trace. As if he was never there.

I only remember the green brought shining under the man's cloak before he disappeared. Not knowing what to do I run to Mothers room. Opening the big mahogany doors to her sitting room. I see a strange man looking as sly as a fox sipping tea next to her. He looked me up and down and stared at the blood marks of my stained hands on my white gown.

Mother didn't look my way. She looked down, her eyes bloodshot and her face as pale as a ghost. Slowly looking towards me, she swiftly stood up after seeing the blood on my gown and skin. She quickly looked at the man with the long mustache and hurriedly came my way.

"What happen" her voice quivered.

Tears start to surface my eyes, almost unbearable. With all my strength I I start to bring back my voice that I had forgotten to speak with.

"Brother"

Every murder is the end of a story, yet so many tales take it as their start.

Thank you so much for reading this far it makes me so happy . I hope you liked this chapter and ther are many more to come. I've been planning this story for a decade so it's good to know I'm finally getting started. It's gonna get confusing and interesting I promise. Thers alot of spicy romance that is yet to come ;)

                      Mintchocolate

Pic from: I tamed a tyrant and ran away.

Before this gets confusing I'll introduce the family.

The Obelia Family

The Father- Gone off to war
Richard Haresen Obelio

Mother
Theodore Obelio

Valentina- 30
Married
2 kids
(I'll introduce them later)

Arthur- 25
Engaged

Dade and Akeldama
Twins- 17 years old
Training to be knights

Rosalind
(Unknown)

Iubit
(Youngest child) 11 years old