follow up

The summary in my first blog was just a preface.I haven't actually started writing it yet,just so everyone knows.I thought that i would need some feed back to continue but-since i had nothing else to do to entertain myself,i thought- what the hell,so i wanted to go deeper.........to see how wild my imagination would go.

1.THE FOLLOW UP

It was just another day to me,living in a huge mansion locked up in my room-father expecting me to finish a whole war(The war between the British and the French).I used to love history as if it was my only best friend in the horrible world i lived in,but as time passed by i noticed that the more i read, the more i disliked it.The cause-well lets just say my father was a little to happy about it.The happiness turned into a rivalry between other nobles and i was forced to be the best among all of them.

Of course, i did what i was forced to do but,as time pasted by i forgot my love for history and started to avoid my father.Well, it did work-but only for a while........he knew at once what i was trying to do and locked me up in my room.I was only allowed to come out of my room when parties were being held,which was really not what i liked to do with my time.The only person who would come to my room was Ms.Croff,she was about 50 and was a nice and gentle person, she had a round figure and she wore glasses.She usually came to my room with food or to collect the dirty laundry.You could say that she was the head maid in the mansion.

She was also one of my most treasured acquaintances.I remembered her constantly cheering me up whenever i felt sad and lonely,she had been there to save me many times-you could say that she was replacing my mother.My mother did not have the strength to even walk,because she was suffering from an unknown disease.She was a nice and beautiful lady, but she had become frail from all the medicine she had taken.The doctors said that she didn't have long,i was shocked to hear it but-i didn't feel sad to the core.I knew that the feeling would fade away in a few days.

In order to be a fine aristocrat my father Jonathan Vacent had killed of his emotions at a very young age.He expected me to do the same but i refused instantly, because there was no point in having emotions when you did not use them.Then suddenly my silence was disrupted by Mrs.Croff.

"Your father wants you to meet someone",she said.

"Who is it another flashy peacock?"I growled back.

"It is someone important,that the time has come for you to meet him".

"Coming",was all i had said.......thinking that it must have been another one of his friends.

While i was walking down the stairs-i heard a voice which sounded hoarse, yet it was filled with dignity.The maids were watching the two of them talk,as i walked across the hall to where they were-i heard someone say my name.When i had reached the dinning room i was shocked to see a young man sitting across my father.