Arrogance & Innocence

Hannah

Being 12 years older than her I remembered her birth well. I had woken up late that morning. Maids had been running around hurriedly, going in and out of my mother's room. Screaming came from the room... my mother's screaming. I panicked.

“What's going on?” I asked the man servant, Luke.

“The baby's coming!” He answered scurrying away.

I had remembered seeing my mother the other day with a man I didn't know. Her stomach had been the size of a melon and she looked extremely tired. It had been the first time I'd seen her in months. She had been busy talking to the stranger and I had been busy with school. After about an hour the maid, Amber, told me I could go in. Opening the door I immediately looked at the floor blushing with embarrassment. My mother lay on the bed with nothing but a thin nightdress on. She held a little bundle in her arms.

“Come,” She had said. “Meet your sister.”

I went forward and she laid the bundle in my arms. I looked at the pink face and smiled. I had been told I was to have a sibling but I hadn't expected it to be so soon.

“Is she a keeper?” my mother asked in a teasing voice. “What should we name her?”

I stared down at her.

“Hannah” I said matter of factually.

“I love it! Your father will too.” She answered.

At the mention of my father, I put the baby back in my mothers arms and turned to leave.

“My father means nothing to me.” I said and walked out.

Usually I didn't have to hear about my father. He was always gone and I didn't know where he was. Two years after Hannah's birth, the man whom they called my father died leaving me with the title of Duke. My mother had dressed in black and she'd dressed Hannah in a black dress. I continued on with my life. The funeral was nothing to me so I stayed home and helped out in the kitchen while my mother and Hannah went to say good-bye to a stranger. A year later my mother was remarried to Lord Doyle, She out ranked him but she didn't care. So now here we are, going to live with him now that Hannah's gone.