Another normal day begins as a adolescent aged 12, prepares for school at a private institution.
• • •
Knock. Knock. Two knocks I hear as I button my collar.
"Young Master! Please awake, it is time for school!"
My maid, no older than myself by three years enters the room.
Her hair neatly tied into a bun fastened stricter military regulation. Her gown never dirty and always pristine. Her face, one that should not be a maid but should.
"Oh Young Master you are already awake! My apologies!"
I sigh and adore her attentive care.
"There's no worry Venus just attend to breakfast. I'll have eggs over easy with toast and tomatoes. Milk today will be fine."
"Of course Young Master I will prepare your request immediately!"
Gracefully stepping back from my domain she leaves the vicinity.
I look at myself in the mirror with great pleasure and leave for breakfast.
• • •
At breakfast when there are conversations there are confrontations. Those who speak are well heard and those who listen hear well. Nothing bypasses such eatings lightly.
I sit at the end of a long antique table, one I find distracting in an age of such modern technology.
My father sits opposite with both my mother and sister to the left of me.
As the next heir to this house, this is my place during dining.
I see Venus come towards me, her delicate hands holding my meal, her gentle eyes with such anxiety.
As she lays down my breakfast I lift her hand to peck and genuine thanks. Her hand light as a feather under a thick silk glove.
She pulls away like a bird fearful of the coming storm.
"Young Master! I-I am deeply grateful but I deserve no such compliments"
From across the dining hall I listen.
"Venus you are most talented and beautiful of all our maids, how could the Young Master not recognize such?"
I turn to view my father as he utters such words and look up at Venus with a guilty smile.
No one has yet to say anything but I still hear everything.
The glare of my mother's jealousy, the silence of my sister's confusion, and the grin of my father's stupidity.
I break the conversation.
"As Class President I have responsibilities to per take in early this morning. I'll take my leave now."
I rise from my seat and eye a nervous Venus in the corner.
"Father I ask that Venus please accompany me, I have a task for her this evening."
My father entertained by my request laughs.
"Of course! Take her as you want. She is the jewel of this house. We must display her magnificence as our status in this house."
I dare not rejoin the tense conversation.
"Thank you father, I shall take my leave now. Venus, come!"
She moves swiftly.
• • •
I take my bag and wait to be seated by the chauffeur in the house's private automobile.
Venus attends to me every need.
Shining my shoes, adjusting my tie, combing my mane.
Then suddenly an interruption.
CRASSSHHHHHH!
Yes it was just another normal day.
It was a just another normal day in the life of a Richmen.
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Swallows
ActionTwo meet under uncertain circumstances only to be broken and brought back years later by their allegiance.
