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"What a waste of money that was," Richard muttered into his elegantly trimmed beard while looking into the flames. No matter how quiet he always tried to be while complaining, Serena managed to hear him every single time and she didn't hesitate to take it as the opportunity to remind her husband why he shouldn't be such a brat . Closing the book slowly and looking up at Richard, Serena's eyes were cold and her smile threatening.
"Why am I not surprised that you say that? He was the best butler my family has ever had. He deserved a proper funeral," she began and then sighed while lightly shaking her head as if this conversation was already a loss of time. "But how can I hope for you to understand such a thing when you didn't even have enough money to afford a proper staffing." Richard's eyes gained the look of suppressed anger and helplessness - one nil to Serena today and it was just past three in the afternoon. She didn't like her husbandbut more than that she didn't like the fact that she was forced to marry him. Him, who had nothing but holes in his shoes and few pennies in his pockets, when he was introduced to her. Serena, the lady of Bayton, could have married anyone she wanted. Being the daughter of one of the richest aristocrats in the country gave her the privilege. However her father, by whom she still felt immensely wronged, had to be so loyal to his friend when it came to her marriage. He saved my life, darling and this was what he asked for when he was dying and I couldn't save him. Yes, she remembered those words clearly. Though, why was she meant to be part of that paying back system? It wasn't her fault that her father got almost killed.
Now, here she was sitting in the lightly colored, ball room with the flames licking the walls of a fireplace, warming her feet. Here she was, with the man she could never to love and she would never give heir. Her father might have promised his friend her hand but giving Richard an offspring wasn't part of the deal. That was also the reason why Serena refused to share the same bedroom with Richard. She wouldn't let the man any closer to her then to the distance of an extended arm. It was pain in the butt for her to dance with him during their wedding. He was almost fifty years old and Serena was nearly twenty-three. Thinking of the past that was now stained by the presence of her husband, made Serena even more obstinate. Though, it was rather peculiar that these memories appeared mostly when she grounded her husband; as if she was justifying her behavior. Looking away from Richard towards the fire Serena wondered how many years she would have to bear Richard's presence till she would become a widow. It wasrather morbid thought considering that the two of them have returned only few hours ago from the funeral of her dear butler. However, the truth was that Serena treated Richard as if he was an inferior servant that didn't deserve any better treatment. The humor of the whole relationship was that in the fact Serena never regarded her servants as she did Richard.
"I hope that at least the butler you have found will be worth the money, he'll be paid," Serena added evenly before opening her book and resuming reading. Richard knew who they were expecting. He hoped that what has been told him about this man was true because this butler was probably the only chance to gain the upper hand in this household. Richard was the man who was meant to be the one who Serena would fear not the other way round as it was since their wedding day. Taking out the pocket watch which was the only thing left for him by his father. It was nearly the time when this new member of the household would arrive to introduce himself to Serena. Tiny, mysterious smile appeared on Richard's face. It was a subtle, hardly noticeable twitch of his facial muscles but it was there. To conceal this unusual occurrence, Richard turned his headback to the flames wishing for the time to pass quickly.
"Why am I not surprised that you say that? He was the best butler my family has ever had. He deserved a proper funeral," she began and then sighed while lightly shaking her head as if this conversation was already a loss of time. "But how can I hope for you to understand such a thing when you didn't even have enough money to afford a proper staffing." Richard's eyes gained the look of suppressed anger and helplessness - one nil to Serena today and it was just past three in the afternoon. She didn't like her husbandbut more than that she didn't like the fact that she was forced to marry him. Him, who had nothing but holes in his shoes and few pennies in his pockets, when he was introduced to her. Serena, the lady of Bayton, could have married anyone she wanted. Being the daughter of one of the richest aristocrats in the country gave her the privilege. However her father, by whom she still felt immensely wronged, had to be so loyal to his friend when it came to her marriage. He saved my life, darling and this was what he asked for when he was dying and I couldn't save him. Yes, she remembered those words clearly. Though, why was she meant to be part of that paying back system? It wasn't her fault that her father got almost killed.
Now, here she was sitting in the lightly colored, ball room with the flames licking the walls of a fireplace, warming her feet. Here she was, with the man she could never to love and she would never give heir. Her father might have promised his friend her hand but giving Richard an offspring wasn't part of the deal. That was also the reason why Serena refused to share the same bedroom with Richard. She wouldn't let the man any closer to her then to the distance of an extended arm. It was pain in the butt for her to dance with him during their wedding. He was almost fifty years old and Serena was nearly twenty-three. Thinking of the past that was now stained by the presence of her husband, made Serena even more obstinate. Though, it was rather peculiar that these memories appeared mostly when she grounded her husband; as if she was justifying her behavior. Looking away from Richard towards the fire Serena wondered how many years she would have to bear Richard's presence till she would become a widow. It wasrather morbid thought considering that the two of them have returned only few hours ago from the funeral of her dear butler. However, the truth was that Serena treated Richard as if he was an inferior servant that didn't deserve any better treatment. The humor of the whole relationship was that in the fact Serena never regarded her servants as she did Richard.
"I hope that at least the butler you have found will be worth the money, he'll be paid," Serena added evenly before opening her book and resuming reading. Richard knew who they were expecting. He hoped that what has been told him about this man was true because this butler was probably the only chance to gain the upper hand in this household. Richard was the man who was meant to be the one who Serena would fear not the other way round as it was since their wedding day. Taking out the pocket watch which was the only thing left for him by his father. It was nearly the time when this new member of the household would arrive to introduce himself to Serena. Tiny, mysterious smile appeared on Richard's face. It was a subtle, hardly noticeable twitch of his facial muscles but it was there. To conceal this unusual occurrence, Richard turned his headback to the flames wishing for the time to pass quickly.