A Gruesome Task (On Hold)

Chapter 5

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It's a long one, but stick in there the ending is shocking. 

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Chapter 5

 

It's been several weeks sine I've been living here. The days started to all mesh together, so I stopped counting after the first week. The boredom was unbearable and pretty soon I had stopped doing anything. I was grieving from my loose. For Sam. I would never see him again, a fact I tried not to dwell on but failed miserably. I couldn't believe my father had actually done this. He had made me move from a place where I finally found something - someone, actually - to live for. I was happy, I was truly happy for what seemed like the first time of my life. And my father just took that away from me. Without my consent, I might add. Though he didn't know about me and Sam, he could tell I was in high spirits, and he couldn't have that could he? But the true reason I was sent here, was to learn. I was to be given fighting lessons to. I had to become a warrior; I remember my reaction when he told me I was to be living here. It was mostly confusion, but in reality I knew what he meant. He would never let me content, by putting me down; he was making himself feel better. He should be glad he has me, sure I'm not the fighter he wanted, but I was the only memory he has of my mother left. Apparently my mother was very nice and kind, but most of all, she didn't need to change my father, for he was already who he was when she arrived. It's when she left that he changed, and for the first few months after my mother had died, he did not grieve, he did not cry, he was not sad. But I knew that from the moment he heard she was dead, something happened, and that light and love in his eyes died. And I have never seen it since.

 

"Princess Allegra?" Someone called.

 

I looked up from the window, and got up from the bench I was sitting on. "Yes?" I said looking at the one maid that had said my name.

 

She curtsied, her long red hair following her every move. She was quite young, perhaps fourteen or fifteen. She had porcelain white skin, and it was decorated with light freckles on her cheeks. "My apologies for the interruption. Your lunch is served in the dining area."

 

I nodded. "Thank you, Celia. What will it I be having today?" I asked, as I made my way to the stairs. Celia was following behind me.

 

"I believe the Chef has cooked up a Fillet Mignon with mushrooms and Baked Alaska for dessert."

 

My mouth was watering with delight as she said it. If there was any positive side for being here it was the Chef. "Giles is quite a fantastic cook, isn't he?" We had almost reached the dining area. It was unnecessary since I was the only one living here, well besides the three maids, the one cook, and butler my father had sent. But they weren't allowed to use the area.

 

I looked up at Celia who was looking down, as if she could sense eyes on her she looked up to meet mine quickly before replying. "Yes, yes he is indeed."

 

I squinted my eyes suspiciously at her. I thought I saw a small blush creep on her cheeks, but I couldn't be sure since her freckles were blocking most of her cheeks. "Huh," was the only thing I said, looking away.

 

I went to sit down, but before I could pull my chair out, someone did it for me. I looked up to see the butler, Charles, looking at me with the smallest of smiles. He was around thirty-nine and was married to a lovely maiden named Evelyn. They had four children and one on the way. Though, he was separated from them when my father sent him here. "Good afternoon, Charles."