JABAW (First Draft)

Chapter 2

Deallga’s face became the same color as wet cement and her nostrils flared like a horse who had been spooked. A look of utter loathing shone brightly in her eyes as she turned to leave, mumbling to herself as she went. I only caught a few words but they were enough to make my blood boil and my vision blur.

“She is trash just like that mother of hers and no son of mine will marry trash.”

My father’s face drained of color and my stepmother standing next to him looked like she was going to haul off and punch the old witch. But it was Camilia who had the spine to unleash one last scathing remark to the mistress.

“Brigham is wouldn’t marry your son even if she wanted to……..she is meant for a greater man then you could bring into this world.”

I would never know how very right she was, plus I could never be with Charlie he was head over heels with Deallga’s old seamstress.

“Now that’s enough of that, Brigham why don’t you sit awhile in the parlor to compose yourself before the guest arrive.” Whispered Lola

And that was exactly where I went while Camilia thought of the best way to meet the king. The parlor was one of my favorite rooms in the house; it had large bay windows that lead out onto a terrace decorated with multiple flower pots and two wroth iron chairs . The room itself had several places to sit including one sofa, three tuffets, an old wooden rocker, and four rosewood chairs. Out on the terrace I sat down in one of the before mentioned chairs and contemplated the Largasha skyline. Nothing in the human cities ever came close except the Sydney skyline in Australia and the New York skyline in America. There were spires that encompassed several hundred floors, skyscrapers that were connected together by the zero gravity monorail tracks; which resembled tunnels that that were used to connect hamster cages together. In the shadows of the great building stood squat little shops and tree dwellings that were called low tech but what humans would believe was light years ahead of their own. And Largasha wasn’t even the capital our massive land, I sighed loudly it was eerily beautiful just like the simple villages along the outskirts of town.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” Murmured a throaty male voice from my left

He was just a little bit braver then the others to have come here and spoken to me, I smiled to myself it was refreshing to find a man that wasn’t all talk for once.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see that he was 6ft at least with dark hair and eyes that gave him a the look of a Betmi man if I had ever laid eyes on one.  Betmi were tan compared to those who lived on the continent but pale when it came to those who lived on the island.

“It is, but soon I will have to leave it for the company of a different type of beauty.” I replied.

“I know what you mean if I could go back in time and make it so where there is no such thing as a party now, I would be a much happier man. They do seem to serve a purpose though.” He threw in casually

“To annoy and aggravate” I growl as I turn to look at him more closely.

I froze unable to remember exactly why I had ever thought a single bad thought about men in my life, every word that came to mine could be applied to this man and it still do him justice. He was hot, sexy, handsome and beautiful all at the same time he was handsbeasexot if that was even a word. His eyes reminded me of bottomless pits of pure darkness they were not brown as I had first thought but black as midnight, filled with this inhuman awareness as if he could read my mind. It took me a long moment that seemed to stretch on forever to get some type of control over myself and to make myself stop staring at the who seemed to be sculpted after Michelangelo’s own David.

Behind use I heard a russeling of skirts and the creak of someone stepping onto the wood floor. Lolo’s sweet musical voice drifted towards me slowly almost like it was being pulled through honey.

“Brigham the guests are arriving you are needed downstairs to greet them.”

“I will leave you then Lady Brigham; thank you for the conversation ….it was stimulating.” He smiled knowingly.

I won’t bore you with the details of what happened at the party that night; just know it didn’t go well. Now without further ado I give you Morgan and I in the salon talking.