Diana

chapter 29

After an exhausting return, Samson spoke to Diana for while, he told her about all the things that took place once he was at London and although Diana was tired, she seemed to be amused and interested at what he was said as she never took her eyes off him.

When he had departed from the Palace and went back to his home, he considered what her uncle was saying, he couldn't quite figure out if he was stating it or if it was a suggestion. However he knew that it was out of the question for him to leave her just because he had said so, and since he was now her private secretary he had the privilege and job to direct her.

But he could not but decided to speak to her about some things he had kept from her since they meet, as he found no reason to tell her, but now he wanted to because he didn't want there to be any serects between them.

They were both sat in the hall, his eyes were fixed on her and, after a silence of some minutes, he said, with a faint smile, " I have some things I want to discuss with you."

" What is it? " She asked.

" Where should I start." He said with a brief sigh. " When I told you about my uncle and why he took me in... I didn't tell you everything, am sorry. I know this may not be the right time to tell you, but I was afraid that if I did, you'd walk away from me." He continued. " When i told you about my uncle taking me in because of my father, well that was partly true." He stopped for a while to rethink his thoughts.

" Well, if you don't want to tell me, that's fine. "

" No I do. " He looked around before he spoke once more." I have delayed this discussion for a while now, this is probably the right time." His eyes retreated back to he's. " My father was a skilled criftman. "

"Yes like you," she replied with a smile, he returned her smile with a gentle yet grim smile.

" The was a case that accuried that time when I lived in Spain with my father. Someone had reported that a woman was seen to be died in my father's workplace, unfortunately this whole thing turned towards my father and the policeman in Spain assumed it was my father despite the possible chances of it not been him. The state of the problem didn't look to well, our family there in Spain tried so many times to clear his name but unfortunately we couldn't so my father decided to send me here... To England, because he and my uncle were close friends so he asked him to take me in. He said it was a choice that he thought was good, so long as I was safe."

" Well am glad you came here, or else I wouldn't have meet such a man like you. "

He gazed at her and giggled slightly.

" Well where is he now, is he safe now in Spain. "

After a short pause he resumed the conversation as he said." No he's gone, I believe that even if he was still alive, he wouldn't be safe there. But I do hope that soon the truth will be relieved."

" I do too" she gazed silently at him before she started to speak. " Then what about your mother."

He replied. " She died a long time ago before this whole incident took place."

She asked. " Is this why you didn't want to tell me, because you think that I'll think of you differently than I do now?"

He nodded. " Yes.. I know I was a coward for not telling you all of this."

With a warm smile, she laid her hands gently on his shoulders. " No your not, I totally understand you, upon my word, I am not acquainted with what happened when you lived in Spain, it's all in the past so you forget it too. This won't change my view on you, I love you despite your background and your family's past. "

"Diana. " He replied and kissed the back of her hand gently. " Thank you very much."

She gave a warm smile, she was about to say another word but she was interrupted by voice that sounded like prince Edward.

" Your royal majesty," prince Edward announced, rawling his words from a habit acquired in the lecture-room.

"  Prince Edward, May I ask why your here."

"I was wondering if you would be kind enough to take a ride with me?"

She looked at Samson and back at him. " Well.." she continued. " Yes that would be a pleasure, I hope you don't mind if my companion Mr Fernandez comes along."

He turned to face Samson before he responded." Well, yes sure. "

Soon after their short talk they went away to the stable.

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The horses rode over the tundra, that carried them onwards. They were surrounded by exotic flowers that flow silently with the busy wind.

The young man named Edward glanced over at Diana , and then returned moodily to stare at the beautiful scenery that laid before them. Obviously he was clearly drawn to her. Samson however in the midst of prince Edward's constant stares, found himself to be annoyed, he saw the way he looked and talked to her and he knew that behind those formal talks that there was something deeper that hid behind the vile. It didn't give him an extra pleasure when they rode in the forest nor did he enjoy it; and when he got off his horse to help her get off her's, The man named Edward was there to help her inside of him, which made him more agitated.

The sun was bright, it radiated the warmth across the distance, though there aircwas a bit cold.

Walking some more distance she came to the top of a hill where she was stood, she saw a brook stretched along the sight with beautiful shinning waters, it had induced her to come down and she went down and followed the waters, Samson and Edward followed behind.

Diana and Edward seemed to be Enjoying the scenery, however Samson was no where near them, he stood in a further distance and examined the vexatious scenery ahead of him.

Diana's expression told it all. Her mouth was spread in a wide, open smile and compared to prince Edwards his expression was rightly the same as her's.

A smell of timidness hoverered in the air. They kept moving forward. As she come closer, she found a family of oak trees chatting together,  and as she headed forward her leg seemed to snap onto the hard brick that rested on the mucky ground, which resulted her leg to twist in a round motion and she feel to ground.

Samson saw this and was about to head over until he saw prince Edward hold her firm.

" Are you doing fine." prince Edward asked with a worried expression.

" Yes thank you." She responded and glanced over at Samson's face, still smoldered underneath his stony expression. His annoyance radiated around the forest.

She looked back at prince Edward and he asked. " Can you stand?"

She nooded and responded. " Yes I can, thank you."

As she admitted to stand, she only dropped to the ground once more, she was a puppet unwilling to move.

" I'll help you." He took her hand and placed it around his neck and gently carried her in a bridal pose.

Edward placed her on a giant rock, once he did She searched around for Samson only to find him nowhere.