He reached his home, the only place he hate in his entire world. He was youngest child of Caroline Blades and Jonathan Blades. The one of richest couple in entire America.
He stood there right in front of door of a mansion. It is hard to explain how beautiful it was. It was designed beautifully every corner of it, it possesses beautiful lawn and blue pond. It stood there right in front of him mightily telling its story in its own way. It was telling the world how beautiful it was and how wealthy and successful was the person who built it, the one who owns it. It was such an art and a house which has every leisure in it.
It was his home.
No not home but house.
Not his but his father's.Not even impressed by the beauty of his father's mansion. He got inside while Mr Jason his driver following him behind. The interior of house was more beautiful than exterior. The mighty walls of mighty mansion were painted off white in shade. The walls were decorated with beautiful and
expensive paintings. He didn't even take a glance at those poor being and kept on walking. The white marble floor underneath his feet telling the story of how he ever felt while entering his father's mansion .
Cold.
He entered hall which has a dainty chandelier placed right in heart of its roof, but he didn't even spare a look at it. Few maids were passing by and some were busy in their work, when they heard him coming , they couldn't help but turned toward him and smile. They used to do greet him with
Sentences like
" Welcome Home sir".
" Good Afternoon Mr Blades "
" Do you want something sir?"
and the list goes on. He used to answer their greetings and questions in his usual ways. He was adored by everyone in the house unlike his father who was only respected. For House working staff , He was still a child they used to adore and still adore. He was cold in his manner but he wasn't a rich spoiled brat who think so high of himself. He was a reserved boy may be that was the reason people think of him as a boy who was filled with pride.
Endless staircase stood there right in front of him which lead him to his room. He was on his way to his room ,
When he saw Henry Howard ,his house butler busy in giving commands to maids who were busy
Cleaning his father's study.
Any thing in that entire mansion has a slight relation to his father was given double care. His father study room was one of rooms of mansion which were given special care, Henry Howard who has served his father for
more than 20 years used to do cleaning of that room under his very
Watch full eyes.
Kings certainly have privileges over Princes.
When Henry detected his presence behind him , He turned around to saw
him . When his eyes landed on that very handsome face of Daniel Blades,
His eyes became warm and a smile crept on his lips.
" Good Afternoon young sir?"
Only Daniel knows that how much he hated this very particular address of
"Young sir" , but it was useless to correct Henry Howard because he knew that he told him about millions
times to call him by his name. But when ever he tried to argue with Henry he lose , because every time Henry shut him up by saying:
" I am Sorry young sir if my way of addressing you ,offends you but as you can see it is Sir orders for everyone to address formally".He knew that his father's words were like words of God for Henry.
" Good Afternoon Henry ".
" How was your day ?"
Here goes list of informal questions,
Henry might be a butler to his parents but the bond he shares with Henry was something else. A bond you share with someone close to you, more close than your family .
He was so close to him that since his childhood he used to share everything with Henry.
" Fine as usual " Here comes his usual answers in his usual ways.
" How are you Young sir, If I may ask ?"
" Fine as usual if you consider my answer truthful ".
" If you are saying that it might be true ".
Daniel only hummed saying nothing else. He looked around and was about to ask Henry, when Henry answered his unasked questions
" Sir hasn't came back from London and
Madam is busy in meeting ".
" Oh, thanks for the information " he said in a casual tone which was used to be hurt once on this sort of answer. He was about to walk when
Henry asked with concern ;" If you have appetite than I can order Miller to prepare your favorite pasta "
" No , I don't have appetite ".
" okay "
" Henry can you do me a favour ?"
" Anything Sir "
" I want to rest for a while so Please tell everyone not to disturb me , make
Sure no one comes a centimeter close to my room " he stated and walked off.

YOU ARE READING
Serenity and Smile
Teen FictionAyesha is a 17 years old Syrian girl ,who along with her Parents came to America three years ago. She is transferred to a NYC School. At her very first day she see make out sessions and stuff she never could have imagined in her life. ...