Strangers.

~.Part 9.~

~.Part 9.~

After Clara sent the letter of to find Damon's father, she settled down on her usual spot in front of the grand piano in the sitting room and began to play, stroking the keys softly with her fingers. 

The sound floated through the entire house, out the open windows and across the estate. It drifted into the servant quarters as they all smiled at the blissful way she played. The horses in the stable heard it too, and swayed along with the beat, swishing their tails and bobbing their large, majestic heads.

The only person who was not mesmerized by her music, was Damon. Who stomped to his bed-room door, and slammed it shut. He hated the sound, didn't know who would like it. Then again, Damon didn't like allot of things, so it was no surprise he didn't like the music. Or maybe it was just Clara he didn't like..

 Well, it wasn't that he didn't like her, he was sure she was a great person, he just hated the idea of Clara being his wife instead of Marissa.. That made sense, yes? He wasn't going mad? It was just that.. Clara was an outdoorsy person, who raced across fields on horses and planted gardens, went running in the lybrith and played the piano. But Marissa used to be more of a lady, who trotted on her horses only when she had to, never got her hands dirty or ran, and would never think of actually playing an instrument, but was happy just listening to a hired professional play. 

Of course, he never did expect Clara to be like Marissa, he just wished she was. It seemed like yesterday he was at Marissa's funeral, staring down at the white marble tomb, and praying to god it was all just a bad dream, and he would wake up safe in his bed, Marissa downstairs already eating breakfast, but of course, she wasnt.

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Clara was just standing up from the piano when the sun began to set, realizing she hadn't heard from Damon in a while, she wandered up to his room to find Damon asleep, sprawled on his bed. She chuckled, shutting the wooden door behind her and skipping down the hallway to her room, humming a melody she had made up in her mind.  She pranced into her room and changed into her white silk nightgown, leaving her day dress trailed apon the floor. She kicked off her shoes and stockings and let her toes feel the cold hard-wood flooring. She un-clipped her curly brown hair from it's up-do and let it bounce down, flowing off her shoulders and against her chest. She twirled her way to the french doors and opened them swiftly, stepping out onto the balcony and letting the warm night air run through her hair and across her skin.

Even though Damon was harsh, she realized how much she loved living at the Prince estate as she looked across the open fields of land surronding the mansion

~Sorry it's so late and short D; 

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