Preston is a young earl-to-be in Victorian England, 1879, who has an interesting life in the eyes of others yet he believes it to be boring. As a child he would occupy his time by studying and would have fun by prancing around the mansion. That was...
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Preston's toes wiggled impatiently as the maid finished putting on his overcoat. "I hear that uncle Thomson will be present tonight." He started, as he looked in the mirror that was placed in front of him with a faint smile.
"Indeed master. Are you looking forward to seeing him again?" The woman asked as she finished and leaned back to stand and smile at him. Preston shrugged "I suppose I'm just curious." and then did a little twirl.
"I like this. Good job, Anna."
The girl looked down at him and placed her hands on his shoulders. "You look so handsome." She said with a faint sigh and she bat her eyelashes and rubbed her fingers over the fabric of his coat. Preston was surprised by this, and his hands tensed in response.
"I know. And please, refrain from being so bold in front of company tonight? No maid should touch her master without permission." He scolded and walked away from her touch. Her hands immediately fell to her sides and she went down to the floor on her knees; bowing her head.
"I am sorry master. It seems I have made a mistake, it will never happen again." She closed her eyes tight and waited for a response. There was a pause, as Preston pondered what to do.
"It is fine. Now stand, and help me get downstairs before I am late." He turned around and started to walk out, and Anna quickly got to her feet and scampered after the boy, feeling ashamed, the Earl presumed.
He walked down the hall with a neutral expression and he made his way to the stairs. He peered down upon the foyer to see his butler, Vixon, extending his arm towards Preston as he approached. "Master, let me escort you to the sitting room."
Without a word, Preston went up to him and the Butler took his arm. They walked into the sitting room, and everyone looked up at the boy as Vixon cleared his throat slightly to announce his master's presence. "Master Preston has arrived."
Everyone stood up and bowed their heads slightly in respect. Everyone except Preston's father of course. There were the twins, "Hello Preston, it is nice to meet you." The man with light brown hair said. He was slightly gruff but handsome, with a face that needed to be shaved or it would become very scratchy; the boy observed. Preston smiled.
"Oh how do you do uncle? It is certainly wonderful to see you again after all this time. I suppose it would be like a first meeting, wouldn't it?"
The man nodded. "Indeed it would be. The last time I saw you, you could barely speak." He let out a soft chuckle. "I do hope though that we become reacquainted over my time staying here." Tom smiled politely and Preston's eyes turned a faint purple color. ' We are going to be re acquainted, alright. Our family bond will be closer than ever.' He chuckled slightly in his head and felt that ambition again. What did he have to prove? Nothing, but he still wanted this uncle of his to take him.
