Probabilities, assuality, love and life, were the things that encompassed my young brain. The season's next ball was on the Lady Elizabeth house, just near the King's palace. It had been almost two weeks since my occurrence with William, and my face had already healed, just a small scar remained, it seems the bat went quite deep. As I prepared, I heard the lady of the house reprimanding everyone, to get dress as fast. For I hear, one thing the lady Elizabeth hated as much was late coming especially on her party. She was the quite time keeping individuals. I wore the attires which the Viscount had asked the fashion wear to design for me, and I would lie, through my reflection, that I never looked elegant. My hair had started growing as fast, and now, it had thickened all round my head, into some grass thatched round house I may say. It still, elevated the brown color, and shined to show the olive oils the maidens had used on it. My face was quite fair, and had no blemish, even the little bumps that seemed to appear in teenagers during adolescence, never knocked on my skin. My face was fair I may say, but checking on William's it was quite different, for every morning I found him applying some aloe vela and old scraps of herbs medicine to at least look better. But, I however saw no point of a gentle man taking hideous time checking on the conditions of his skin. He did not have as bad, it was just a few that shoved on his forehead, and I believe he so much hated. After dressing up, I opened my door and left my room for downstairs, and our leaving. I could see Henry downstairs, chatting with one of the guards, and so I climbed down the stairs as fast to reach out to him. "You look good brother." I started, when he laughed and lightly brushing my hair, "Your hair as much grows as fast, it is now as thick as a bush." I laughed to that, and as we were enjoying each other talks, the viscount arrived together with his wife and behind, I observed his children follow. I heard a clear of throat as we entered the carriages that were quite in front of us, "Don't misbehave. No one is betrothed to a soul, so keep your feelings in line with fighting for whoever you want." The viscount stated, and I knew that statement was for William and I. I had of course anticipated another dance with the princess, but my fear was to get another knock down by the viscount's son. However, that little matter. We entered our carriages and set the journey. Today the journey was quite odd, none spoke, and all that was heard was the little humming by Henry and the little clicks from William when the carriage braked fast. I was not the talkative type, so, I saw no point of starting a conversation.
After the long journey, we entered a large quite heavy doors that guarded a large house. Some had arrived and others followed us as fast, for I heard people murmur that, when the party began, she was used to closing her doors, and no lordship or nobles would have the chance to enter. We alighted our carriage, and started entering when I heard, "Lord Hirlvington, it's been long." It seemed they had a past together, but that, little matter and the Viscount replied, "Quite long, I introduce my family, onto your presence Lady Elizabeth." And with that I saw her scan us, one by one. There was something with those who invited people in balls, which I seemed to despise as much. The scanning, was never quite into my amusements, when I heard her cough, and while looking at her, she, was staring back at my face, and with a lighted face she stated, "He looks exactly as one of us. Willock, Lord Willock. Or am I wrong my lord." Father had always warned me from using the first name on big events, he said, only the trusted individuals should have access to your first name and so I stated, "Pleasure to meet you, Lady Catherine, a few call me Willock, but the many prefer Lord Vikings." I saw her look at me. She was quite the observant woman, her hair was put on a burn, and her face showed quite the opposite of her success, the crevices of old age had not yet knocked her down. She shook her head and then stated, "You may join the party Lord Hirlvington, but I would love to chat with the Duke's son." And with that, she left. The viscount never seemed bothered for her actions but actually assumed it. My mind decided that maybe her wants was to know me better, and maybe make some connections, or rather wanted me to reprimand her name to the Duke, father, for some business deal and some knowledge share. The house was of course large, and the room quite flourished exceptional gold paints and curved stones on the wall. I went directly to take a drink, from the servers, and left for the next room. To my amusement, the room was full of paintings, I assume this was some exhibition, and the artist's names were written at the bottom right corner of each paint. The paintings were as many, for I saw them flourish even in the corridors for the individuals present in this party to make a choice of the best to buy. "Art dictate a lot." I heard the Lady Elizabeth speak in my ear. Her voice was sharp, and quite reprimanded authority. I just nodded to that when I heard her state, "We haven't quite got to chat, my name is Lady Elizabeth, nice to meet you Willock." And with that she smiled, a smile that shoved curiosity and pride for her actions, and so I stated, "It is a pleasure to meet you too Lady Elizabeth. Am so delighted, I have the chance to watch the works of painters, perfect indeed." She did not reply to that, when I saw her look at me, as if asking me to follow her, to the other side of the room where other paints were well placed in the walls. The paints were as many, but most of them were painted of Lordships portraits, rivers, mountains and many others. And as I observed around, one portrait caught my eye, the Lady Elizabeth and another woman, who seemed quite the same as the painting of my mother in the picture back home in the viscount's house. I knew she had caught my eye when she started, "That's me and Lady Isla, friend, I may say." Ooh, I needed to flatter her and so I stated, "You looked quite gorgeous when young as at even now, and your friend exquisite I may say, and where is she? I haven't heard quite much of such a lady in here." I heard her chuckle beneath her breath, when she stated in a laugh, "Don't act so curious my lord, for I know as much or more than you know boy. I am your Godmother, or maybe that's where we should start. She would be much delighted to see you." As we chatted, we were interrupted by one of the guards who wanted to speak, but one of the prince entered with him and in a loud voice he stated, "Aunt, I missed you." And with that I saw them greet each other in amusement and love, maybe the lady was a princess from the past time. Whatever she had said, quite disturbed my conscience in every pass in time. The prince had come, and so this meant that the princess was here, I hoped. I so as much wanted to leave, when Lady Elizabeth shouted, "Hey, Lord Vikings, we are not done, some tea would do for a heartfelt chat." And I just nodded to that. I also wanted to know about the crevices of my past, which were left unattended by those who had made me rise into the handsome duke's son I am today. As I was thinking, my eyes was caught up. My heart raced again, that feeling, I had so much forgotten. The princess was steadily watching the arts in the corridor. She had none around her, and so, I could take the chance to just observe her and maybe drink up her physique. Her hair was in a burn, which made me so much imagine how perfect it would look if down laid, and how long her lengths were. She was beautiful, and my heart couldn't stop the feelings of happiness and delight that followed. As I neared her, I felt the butterflies. 'Why did she make me this nervous?' was the only question that lingered my brain. When I opened my dry throat to speak, "Beautiful, the art, beautiful." And that, made her look at me. This was the first time, I saw her, in perfect reflection, in real sight, without a crowd watching our actions. Her eyes were a perfect pair of oceans, glimmering right under their sockets, with her nose perfectly placed at the center of her face. Her mouth was in a line, and her lips, full, painted red. Today, she did not stop me from scanning her, and with the feelings that enraged me, I could feel my eyes water, for this was new and so I started again, my voice deep and husky, that which she alone heard, I may say, or that anyone would here when am talking with just her, "Which paint appeases you my princess?" She quietly, right after my statement, pointed on one of the paints. And as I looked, I was amused. She had picked the Lake of Tigris and so I asked, "Why the Lake?" She just smiled and stated, "Your roots." "I don't understand." I replied as fast and so she said clarifying, "Didn't the duke live there before? and I hear you were born there." That word made me worry a bit. I was one who was not bore of marriage, and as if noticing my frown she stated, "I don't listen to shameful utterances about you my lord." I looked at her, and for the first time, I saw another, who understood me. I had no words to say, but my eyes and heart, sure stated a lot, and as we looked at each other, I heard the instruments start and it was already time for another dance, and so I decided to ask, "Can I have this dance?" She just smiled shyly this time and I was quite caught up onto the redness that shoved on the tips of her nose and cheeks when she stated, "Aren't you afraid of another beating?" I sure wasn't ready for that, nor wasn't ready to tell anyone of my occurrence with William and so I as fast stated, "That was men being men." She just smiled to that, and light fully took my hand, and I walked her to the next room, to start a dance. Some people were dancing, and so we joined, as each step went by, I decided to ask her, what all gentlemen loves to question their dance partner, "So what's your future plan, princess?" Hearing me state that, just made her chuckle. I know she had already learnt that I was not the type to ask silly questions like those, but seeing the other dancers asking their partners, made me feel awkward and so she stated, "Let's just be real with each other, I don't mind silent dances." And with that I decided to focus on the music, and the lady who was dancing with me. The dance ended and we departed the dance floor. Today, I did not quite get a glimpse of William, but I believed wherever he was, he was glimmering impatience and hate, as jealousy ate him up. I left the princess chatting with his brothers, and went inside to look for Lady Elizabeth, with whom I found, sitted in a certain chair upstairs watching the dancers and people. "My lady, I would love to buy two arts. They so much appease me." And with that, we both walked down stairs, towards the room with the paints. My first paint was that the princess was delighted with and the second was that of my mother together with Lady Elizabeth. As the paints were being packed by her guards she stated looking at me, "Son, I see you have caught the eyes of the princess. I hope it is just an attraction, for if not, then we will have a huge problem set on your shoulders my dear boy." I did not quite understand her words, but my mind was so much onto the princess's paint, and anticipated about her reaction on the same. I hoped she would be happy. I therefore placed my paint, at some table somewhere safe, checked the folded manner of the princess's paint, and decided to enter the room where I had left her. She was not in the room, I did not expect her to be among the dancers, but I could not see her, but as I observed everyone again in the room, I caught glimpse of her, she was at the dance floor, with the viscount's son. Saying that that never bothered me, I would be lying, but I knew deep inside, she had to choose whoever she wanted. 'I felt we had a connection, and it was I alone she liked, or maybe not' my mind thought. I felt my eyes tear on her watch, and the art I carefully caught on my hand, became suddenly heavy. I had however bought it for the princess, so I knew, despite, I had to give it to her. The pains in my chest increased and nostalgic feelings surrounded me, and so I left to the outside area of Lady Elizabeth's house, and sat on the left corner of the first three stairs that were on the front door, where just dim lights shoved. I placed the paint on my knee and just observed the night stars, which glimmered and twinkled perfectly on the dark skies. My mind tried as much to revoke the feelings, for this was the first feeling of such a pain. It felt like a fresh cut inside my heart, but I dissolved it stating that she deserved someone like the viscount's son, whose future was ascertained, and was not a bastard as me. "Isn't the night cold?" I heard a voice ask me. I did not reply to that, but just continued to watch the night stars. I was not in the mood of any speeches, and I as much wanted to go home or leave for somewhere to clear my mind. Maybe love and emotional pain is the real deal when it comes to adulthood. The guy seemed to have entered the house, and so after hearing the music end, I decided to just enter and offer the princess the paint she wished for. She was at the corner speaking to one of his brothers and so I alighted to her place as fast. I wanted the conversation to be as brief. I was never an entertainer of individuals who played with people's emotions, and to my delight, As I arrived, her brother excused himself and I stated as fast, not wanting to look at her face. For looking at her gorgeous eyes, and the perfect eyes that I drowned into, would remind me of her in the dance floor with another, "I eeh, I have gotten to request Lady Elizabeth. Okay, here is the art you as much desired." I hoped I hid my feelings of disappointment, but as much as I knew myself, I was not the type to mask my feelings. She carefully took the paint and called upon one of their guards and talked with him, and I saw him take the paint away. "Thank you." She stated. I wanted to leave her at that moment. My heart was breaking, and my eyes watery, but I never wanted her to see how much any of her actions would affect me. "Excuse me." As I wanted to leave, she caught glimpse of my hand. And I so looked at her, this time, I couldn't help it even as much as I wanted to hide it. My heart sunk and my teeth clenched and she started, "my dance was not as you thought, my lord. It was a request from the Viscountess." I just nodded to that. I knew how much respect viscous mammas are given, and their quest for one to dance with their son, is one thing that cannot be declined. I wanted to speak to that but she continued, "I saw you leave for outside. I never wanted to wound you." And with that, with an acted smile I stated, "You did not wound me in any way my lady. You as much deserve to pick whomever your heart contends with, and I will as much accept. Excuse me." And with that I left. Maybe this was the time, I would have to chat with Lady Elizabeth. The time when the woman I liked, was being salivated by many. Maybe that's the price we pay for loving a beautiful woman with perfect classes as the princess. And with that, I left for the place Lady Elizabeth sat. This would be a lengthy conversation indeed.