Chapter 3.10 Daniel Jackson life part 1

I was born into a duke's family. A family that has many many generations of history of protecting our land.

My mother used to tell me wondrous stories of our ancestors. Many were chivalry*, some were politicians.

* chivalry = knights of Europe in the Middle Ages.

My grandfather, who is the best knight in his generation past on his hope to me. As his only offspring was my mother.

My grandfather said that he tried to have more children. Yet it didn't happen, so my mother was the next heir. But there was a big problem, it was the biggest problem that my grandfather ever faced he said.

My mother is... Agh... Too feline?

If my mother was tougher or more resilient. She can become Dame*, but she didn't want to be a knight. Or even a soldier, my mother was someone soft. My grandfather said, if you force her to kill an animal for survival, she couldn't even do it.

She likes to dress in gorgeous Lily dresses and dances in the garden. She was someone who bake and cook. She likes to read fairy tales, sing like no other. She did have a great voice. She is a good person and a wonderful woman but as the Duke's only daughter and the only heir, she wasn't fit to be.

* Dame = the title given to a woman equivalent to the rank of knight.

Grandfather had always sighed at the fact that there wasn't an heir until I grow up. He couldn't even afford to rest in his old age.

My father which my mother married in was a baron. He was a merchant for a living and he couldn't even hold a sword well. The only reason he was allowed to be married to my mother was that he was good-looking and is a gentleman.

My grandmother had already passed away so I didn't know her but my grandfather said she was a strong Dame, she even once win against grandfather.

My life was simple. The morning I went training with grandfather after I eat breakfast with my family. Then I play with my mother in the garden. Noon we eat dinner. Sword training, after that I read with my mother. At night I take a bath and go to sleep. Sometimes grandfather tells me about our family history. The victories and wars my ancestors had won. And how great some of them were.

And then there is my father, he was mostly not there in my life. Sometimes it was his job keeping him away or he only want to spend time with my mother.

I don't like him. He gives me the creeps, he acts so caring to my mother but then why doesn't he stop his merchant job? It tiring and it keeps him away most of the time. Our family riches can keep him living in luxury for many lifetimes.

But that wasn't the reason why he gives me the creeps. It's because of the way he looks at me. In front of my family, he acts kind and gentle. But when I was alone with him he looks at me with a weird look.

At that time I was just 7. I didn't know what that look meant.

I kept on living my life until 14.

My grandfather suddenly passed away and my mother and I were in grief. Everything changed so fast, it felt weird. My father openly showed me his odd look at me even when my mother is here.

He started to stay at home more. He was doing something. Something very odd, what is he doing???

He brought lots and lots of servants. Male or female, and most didn't stay for long. My father said it was that they didn't do a good job so he fired them. Even the old maid that has taken care of my mother for a long time was gone. There were no goodbyes or anything. They just left?

The odder it was, the more scared I become. I told my mother, she didn't know what to do. I frowned since I'm the only person that my mother can rely on. I should investigate, but how? Following isn't safe as I'm too slow. I can't tell a servant to do it as they got fired or get lose tracking him.

So, I decided to hire someone. It wasn't easy as grandfather was the one who used to have the Authorities touch the budget. Now that he passed away. The money is in my father's hand.

I scratched up enough though a few months. And hired someone to find information on what my father is doing.

After 2 years passed, I finally have all the information I need. All the info regarding my father's business when he was a merchant, he hid very will for some reason.

I sat in my study and read the pages they send me.

He was the one who (#¥€+& to ¥&$@ /&$#%£¥€)!?

Count Marwood?

Why is he involved in this?

And, who are all the ladies here?

...

..why do they need to do any of this?

Why did they do any of this for?

I sat in my study staring into space. Just why did my father join them in ruining our family? He was just a mere merchant. Nothing under a Duke's name! Marrying my mother was the luckiest that could happen to him. But what did he do? He collides with random people to kill our family!? What did we do to kill us so!?

Ha.

"..."

He isn't my father.

HaHa. He is just, an Abydocomist and a Bedswerver.

".....ha."

Why is he so like a slut in heat?

...

I stare at the thin old yellow paper and bit my lips.

And, he slept with my mother too. Ugh.... so dirty, I must separate them, fast!

I got up and quickly wrote a message on a small piece of paper. I waited for it to dry and roll it up. I tied it to a pigeon and brought him to the window. I watch the bird fly farther and farther.

I hope this mail gets there soon.

I walked out of the study and went to bed after taking a bath. Sighing, the duke family's honor will be dirtied by that Abydocomist ah...