Conspiracy of The Silence

Lugati II

"He is the only Konrad I can bring." Dean Quayle answered. He was fighting the urge to laugh.

"He is not a Konrad!" she exclaimed.

"Yes. We are, for the first time, in complete agreement." Gray answered. He made a move to stand.

"Stay their young man. Today we will teach Alea a very important lesson." Dean Quayle finally said.

"And that is?" Alea asked.

"That even the mighty may fall and not all of the nobility forsakes love." Dean Quayle said with a haunting smile.

"Uh! How terrible then. Love!" Gray announced.

That day Dean Quayle told Alea a story she will forever keep, a story that will prepare her for the life she must live and a story that will cause her to understand how Gray came to despise the Society he was born unwillingly into.

Her interest was piqued. She has met no one like Gray, a man battling his own heritage. He wasn't one of those who love and leeched at their wealth and title. And she felt him piqued by her too. Suddenly a blush creep ups her cheeks and she was bewildered. What was this feeling? A knock jarred her thinking.

"What is it?" she answered softly.

"You have a phone call miss." The voice evidently belonged to her Abigail.

"Thank you." She went directly towards a bedside table atop which sat a telephone. It was her private line.

"Hello." Alea answered.

"Hi." The voice was familiar; she was placing the voice with a face but came short.

"Who are you?" Irritated, she finally asked after a long pause.

"Well for firsts, I'm Blaire." The voice sounded smug and hearing the name, Alea felt annoyance. She suddenly knew who it was.

"Master Blaire. This is an honor." She lied. "May I ask the reason of your calling?"

"Um." There was hesitation on the other line. "A friend told me."

"May I humbly ask the name of this friend?" All this polite talk was needed since she is talking with a man of Blaire Terrence Konrad's substance.

"You know him." He sounded bored. "I am asking you to attend a ball as part of my entourage."

"It would be my pleasure. But should you ask my father first."

"Do not worry I have sent a formal invitation. My friend told me my calling you would interchange for the thing he could not provide."

"And what would that be?" Alea was really not in the mood with these guessing games.

"I also do not know. Ask him the next time you meet. Good bye." The line died and Alea looked at the receiver she held for a long time.

"Gray." She muttered.

"I was not told you and Master Blaire has been introduced Alea." Disraeli pointed. The family was gathered around the table eating their breakfast. As usual, Disraeli was leading the discussion.

"We were not Father. But we had a common acquaintance." Alea grimaced at the thought.

Disraeli looked at her with a frown, his wife noticing this, quickly made a hasty reply. "Whoever may this acquaintance be, must be thanked. He has just saved us the hassle of introducing Alea to the grand duke.

It caught Disraeli's attention and his look softened. "Of course my dear, this has straightened a curve for Alea. I hope it would not produce a zag." He murmured before sipping his coffee.