JANNAH.
20 on 24 Apr.
Lousy SN.
K-POP fanatic.
Loves GREY and PINK.
wishlist
*A Digi-Cam
*To attend a K-POP concert
*My Graduation
*A passable SN
*To be happy
Blast From The Past
Saturday, September 23, 2006 @ 4:23 PM
Lord Hitre rolled up his sleeves and rubbed his hands together. John, his manservant, shifted nervously on his feet and looked around.
"Are ye sure abt this,milord? Milady will not like this one bit, no she won't." John shook his head.
"But she won't know abt this, would she? Now go find my brother and tell him to get his arse here." Lord Hitre ordered and took out his duelling pistols.
"Are you ready, Hitre?" Shouted his opponent. Lord Hitre waved his hand, signalling his ready. They stood with a few distances away from each other. Lord Hitre took a deep breath. He would finish this as fast as he can so he can go meet his beloved. And maybe take a long walk in the darkest part of the gardens. He could almost hear her calling his name. Doesn't the carriage that is flying towards him looking familiar? Lord Hitre shrugged and fired. A loud screech filled the air.
Lady Claybourne flew down from her carriage and towards Lord Hitre. Lord Hitre blinked. He must be dreaming. His bethrothed would be waiting for him at the ball not coming here. Nobody knew about this duel except his drunk brother, the debtor who just got shot and.... Lord Hitre swore. Lord Casillas. He was the one who was playing cards with him. He must have gone to the ball and tell his love. That low down snake.
"Sweetheart?" Lord Hitre asked and gave his pistols to John.
"Don't you 'sweetheart' me! You could have been killed!" Lady Claybourne screamed. Her hair was in a mess and her beautiful gown was wrinkled. Lord Hitre smiled and stepped closer to her. She stepped back and held up her hand. "Don't get any closer. I lose my train of thoughts if you get close."
"Good." Then, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Really kissed her. Kissed her crazy blind, kiss her. "I apologize,sweetheart if i made you worried." He tucked her under his chin and dropped a kiss on her head. She nodded and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Dearest?" Lady Claybourne called. Lord Hitre grunted in reply. "The screaming man behind us will be fine?" Lord Hitre looked over her head to where the opponent was screaming and clutching his arm.
"He'll be fine. The bullet went through his endless supply of fats." Lord Hitre assured her. "John, where's my brother?"
"Eh? He sayin' bout some winter and stone. The lad's gone wonkers. Winter in the middle of summer." John mumbled as he went to the Hitre's carriage.
"He's gone to your family home in Winterstone, am I right?" she asked.
"As always, sweetheart. A dark and comfy carriage awaits us, my lady." He bowed towards his carriage. Lady Claybourne blushed and took Lord Hitre's arm into his carriage. "Take the very long way to the Claybournes, John, my good man."
John understood his master's command and snap the reins, whistling loudly to block the sounds coming from the carriage.