We just stared at each other for long minutes, nobody saying a word or even wanting to.
Her eyes looked really sad and they were starting to make me feel uncomfortable.
When the uneasiness started to really annoy me, I got up and started pacing around the room. She kept her face down and still nobody talked.
When Mr. Knotworth and Johansten came back from their private meeting Letto was leaning against the window and Anabelle still sat on the couch in the exact same way she was when they had left to talk.
Letto looked at his master who was smiling in a way that he had never seen before.
“My boy” Mr knotworth said “Me and your master got to an agreement. You shall study music every single day from now on. You will not wash clothes, run errands or any other things that involves your usual work for your master. He shall have a servant for that.
I have, however, one demand: You, my boy, shall play in my house every Wednesday afternoon for my family’s amusement and to show me how you’ve progressed since I will be the one who will be paying for your studies.
What do you think Letto? You’re master’s rejoicing with it, now I just need your opinion.”
Letto didn’t know what to say, Mr. Knotworth was offering him his dream and all he wanted asking only for Letto’s progress in exchange.
“Of course Sir, I would be more than happy to meet your requests”
“Then we have a deal my boy” Mr Knotworth said looking very pleased while he extend a hand at Letto.
Letto squeezed it very happily. For the first time in his life things were changing for real.
From that day on Letto only lived for his studies and, like he had agreed with Mr. Knotworth, every Wednesday he would go to their house and show him what he had learnt during the week.
Letto’s relationship with Anabelle also developed from utter silence to big chattering.
He figured that Anabelle felt lonely with her strict parents and her annoying maids.
“Anabelle’s behaviour improved since you began talking to her, and being her friend Letto.” Mr Knotworth said one day while talking to him “I know that sometimes we exaggerate on the way we treat her, but she needs to be educated, she needs to be prepared for this world. Saddly enough, she is my only heir and she needs to know how to manage a fortune and take care of the house, all at the same time.”
It was the first time Mr knotworth had ever told him something personal and Letto was happy that he trusted him enough to talk to him about his family and his family issues.
Their friendship grew and Mr knotworth began trusting Lettto more and more everyday.
On the noght of the premiere of Johansten’s new opera, Mr knotworth asked Letto to take Anabelle to watch it.
“It will do her good” he said in his serious and deep tone “She needs to get out of the house sometimes and I can’t think of a better thing than to watch an opera, especially if it comes from one of the family’s protégés.”
Letto agreed and took Anabelle to see his master’s new opera.
She was gleaming with happiness and he thought he had never seen her so beautiful.
She wore a golden silk dress and her hair was beautifully arranged. She even had some make up on which gave her a bit of colour.
He could tell she was loving the show because she would concentrate on the stage when the actors were on it and clap enthusiastically once the scene finished.
When it finished she looked sad but with a sparkle in her eyes like she had had the most fun she had ever had in her life.
“When will you Premiere your first opera Letto?” she asked while he escorted her home after the show.
“I still have a bit of a way to go, but I’m working on my first opera right now. Hopefully it will be ready in a year or so.”
“I can’t wait to see it” she said, and she sounded sincere.
They continued to walk towards her house until Anabelle made an abrupt stop. She sighed and looked at Letto with her deep blue eyes.
“Sometimes I get so tired of my daily life. I want to see stuff freely like women are doing all over Europe and I cant. I’m stuck at home learning how to be the nineteenth century perfect wife instead of being the twentieth century post war woman.
Letto didn’t know what to tell her. It wasn’t the first time she had talked to him about that, but he still felt uneasy every time she talked to him about that. He wasn’t her father; neither could he help her, even if he wanted to. He had told her that.
“Ms. Anabelle, please, we already talked about this. Your father will get very mad if he dreams you have this kind of conversation with me.”
She just looked at Letto and then moved closer to him. So close that he could smell her, so close that if he leaned his face forward, just a bit…
She hugged, tightly, and then spoke to him with a sad voice.
“I know you can’t do anything about it, it’s just that I feel safe and different with you. I feel that I can speak to you and not get judged by anything I say.”
She looked at him straight in the eyes and there were tears glistening on her white powdered cheeks.
He scrutinized her face, not understanding fully what she wanted. She just leaned in and kissed him and he kissed her back passionately, grabbing the back of her head so that she could move closer to him.
Suddenly it hit him and he pushed her away gently.
“We can’t do this Anabelle, your father…your father will kill me and I will have no place to hide from that.”
“I love you Letto. Thank you for coming to my life and allowing me to experience what I thought it would never be possible: Happiness.” And then they were at each other’s mouths again.
They stood there on the street just tasting each other, not caring for the facto that the time was passing and that Anabelle needed to get home on time.
When Letto came to himself again he told her they had to go back to her house before her father started to loose his nerve and grounded her for the rest of her life.
He walked her home then, his hand intertwined in hers like there was nothing, nor a care in the world.
*deadmoonqueen*
Her eyes looked really sad and they were starting to make me feel uncomfortable.
When the uneasiness started to really annoy me, I got up and started pacing around the room. She kept her face down and still nobody talked.
When Mr. Knotworth and Johansten came back from their private meeting Letto was leaning against the window and Anabelle still sat on the couch in the exact same way she was when they had left to talk.
Letto looked at his master who was smiling in a way that he had never seen before.
“My boy” Mr knotworth said “Me and your master got to an agreement. You shall study music every single day from now on. You will not wash clothes, run errands or any other things that involves your usual work for your master. He shall have a servant for that.
I have, however, one demand: You, my boy, shall play in my house every Wednesday afternoon for my family’s amusement and to show me how you’ve progressed since I will be the one who will be paying for your studies.
What do you think Letto? You’re master’s rejoicing with it, now I just need your opinion.”
Letto didn’t know what to say, Mr. Knotworth was offering him his dream and all he wanted asking only for Letto’s progress in exchange.
“Of course Sir, I would be more than happy to meet your requests”
“Then we have a deal my boy” Mr Knotworth said looking very pleased while he extend a hand at Letto.
Letto squeezed it very happily. For the first time in his life things were changing for real.
From that day on Letto only lived for his studies and, like he had agreed with Mr. Knotworth, every Wednesday he would go to their house and show him what he had learnt during the week.
Letto’s relationship with Anabelle also developed from utter silence to big chattering.
He figured that Anabelle felt lonely with her strict parents and her annoying maids.
“Anabelle’s behaviour improved since you began talking to her, and being her friend Letto.” Mr Knotworth said one day while talking to him “I know that sometimes we exaggerate on the way we treat her, but she needs to be educated, she needs to be prepared for this world. Saddly enough, she is my only heir and she needs to know how to manage a fortune and take care of the house, all at the same time.”
It was the first time Mr knotworth had ever told him something personal and Letto was happy that he trusted him enough to talk to him about his family and his family issues.
Their friendship grew and Mr knotworth began trusting Lettto more and more everyday.
On the noght of the premiere of Johansten’s new opera, Mr knotworth asked Letto to take Anabelle to watch it.
“It will do her good” he said in his serious and deep tone “She needs to get out of the house sometimes and I can’t think of a better thing than to watch an opera, especially if it comes from one of the family’s protégés.”
Letto agreed and took Anabelle to see his master’s new opera.
She was gleaming with happiness and he thought he had never seen her so beautiful.
She wore a golden silk dress and her hair was beautifully arranged. She even had some make up on which gave her a bit of colour.
He could tell she was loving the show because she would concentrate on the stage when the actors were on it and clap enthusiastically once the scene finished.
When it finished she looked sad but with a sparkle in her eyes like she had had the most fun she had ever had in her life.
“When will you Premiere your first opera Letto?” she asked while he escorted her home after the show.
“I still have a bit of a way to go, but I’m working on my first opera right now. Hopefully it will be ready in a year or so.”
“I can’t wait to see it” she said, and she sounded sincere.
They continued to walk towards her house until Anabelle made an abrupt stop. She sighed and looked at Letto with her deep blue eyes.
“Sometimes I get so tired of my daily life. I want to see stuff freely like women are doing all over Europe and I cant. I’m stuck at home learning how to be the nineteenth century perfect wife instead of being the twentieth century post war woman.
Letto didn’t know what to tell her. It wasn’t the first time she had talked to him about that, but he still felt uneasy every time she talked to him about that. He wasn’t her father; neither could he help her, even if he wanted to. He had told her that.
“Ms. Anabelle, please, we already talked about this. Your father will get very mad if he dreams you have this kind of conversation with me.”
She just looked at Letto and then moved closer to him. So close that he could smell her, so close that if he leaned his face forward, just a bit…
She hugged, tightly, and then spoke to him with a sad voice.
“I know you can’t do anything about it, it’s just that I feel safe and different with you. I feel that I can speak to you and not get judged by anything I say.”
She looked at him straight in the eyes and there were tears glistening on her white powdered cheeks.
He scrutinized her face, not understanding fully what she wanted. She just leaned in and kissed him and he kissed her back passionately, grabbing the back of her head so that she could move closer to him.
Suddenly it hit him and he pushed her away gently.
“We can’t do this Anabelle, your father…your father will kill me and I will have no place to hide from that.”
“I love you Letto. Thank you for coming to my life and allowing me to experience what I thought it would never be possible: Happiness.” And then they were at each other’s mouths again.
They stood there on the street just tasting each other, not caring for the facto that the time was passing and that Anabelle needed to get home on time.
When Letto came to himself again he told her they had to go back to her house before her father started to loose his nerve and grounded her for the rest of her life.
He walked her home then, his hand intertwined in hers like there was nothing, nor a care in the world.
*deadmoonqueen*
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