Lord Eamon

In the land of Gháishan a tall, brown man with light honey-yellow eyes and a fair complexion, got up from his bed, and went to take a shower, the shower in his room, spacious with a yacusi, and silver shower head and the water knobs, as well as the sink were a dull gold, the walls and floor of a white marble, He took off his trousers and looked at himself for a while in the mirror, before taking off his pyjama top, opened the knob and while he was still looking at himself he let the water run for a few seconds before getting into the shower.

In his blue shirt, under his velvety coat, bright red and deep as blood, he went downstairs with his black shoes and trousers, sat down in the dining room and waited for his servants to bring breakfast, suddenly two porters opened the big golden doors of the dining room and with breakfast trolleys, his servants with their cloth in hand and their blue livery with red tinsel, began to serve the dishes on the table. 

Beige porcelain plates, finely served and all the same size, coloured glass jars at the bottom, with black tea, chamomile tea, mint tea, white tea, behind these jars, clay pots with coffee, and cold milk awaited him, as did plates with fruit of all colours, grapes, orange, chopped papaya with honey on top, plates with turkey, cutlets, minced meat and vegetables, noodles and soups, was what he had for breakfast.

Once he had finished breakfast, while his servants were cleaning up and picking up the leftovers, one of them spoke to him.

- Excuse me Mr. Eamon, the postman came to the door with an invitation for you. - said the butler.

- Do you know who it is from?

- No sir, the postman just said it was an invitation for something important and left.

Eamon, still seated at the large thick glass table, leaned against the back of the dark wooden chair with its upholstered cushions, took the letter from his subordinate's hands, broke the wax seal and began to read the letter.

- It's an invitation from Miss Amara to her party, in honour of her fortieth birthday," said Eamon wearily.

- I should have made up an excuse earlier to avoid going to her party, now I have no choice," he thought annoyed.

- What time does the party start? - asked Eamon as he stood up from his chair.

- The postman said two hours before sunset," said his servant as he rearranged his chair.

- I see," said Eamon in a low tone, as if he was thinking of something else, "congratulate the chef for me, the meat was especially delicious today," he said as he rearranged his clothes.

- It must be because of our new meat supplier," said the servant.

- Yes, it must be," said Eamon as he left the room.

In the evening Eamon, with the help of his servants, changed from his house suit to his gala suit, a three-button suit with blue stripes on the black cloth, slicked back his hair and shaved off his beard and moustache.

- Did you get the present I asked for? -Eamon asked another of his servants.

- Yes, everything as requested," he replied.

Eamon finished dressing and walked down the length of the castle, down to the entrance, where his chauffeur was waiting for him in his carriage, his business suit as black as the approaching night.

Once inside his wagon Eamon took out the little box lined with white velour, upholstered with black snowflakes on the outside, he opened the box and on a small cushion with a small cushion in the centre lay a rose gold necklace with snowflake decorations along the length of the necklace, Eamon put on some suede gloves and took the necklace by the centre of its main ornament, a black flower with white decorations on each petal, and looked at it carefully for a few moments and said, "It looks cheap, where did she get it?

- Could it be stolen, it looks cheap, where did you get it," he said, surprised by what he had just said, "that's strange," he said, confused.

He was not in the habit of talking to himself, he rarely did it, but he let it go, he assumed it was because of the stress of working all day, since the morning, coupled with the stress caused by the fact of going to a party of people, with whom he did not feel comfortable. Suddenly he felt a slight dizziness and an urge to vomit suddenly came over him, which was strange, since he had been travelling by wagon since he was a child, even shortly after eating, and he had never felt dizzy from the motion of the wagon.

- Good," thought Eamon, "now I have an excuse for missing the party without looking bad," he said aloud as he continued to stare at the ground.

Eamon continued to stare at the ground for a few minutes, as the feeling in his stomach didn't give him the confidence to stick his head back in and risk smearing all over the inside. So it went for a stretch, until the tingling sensation in his stomach eased a little and when Eamon was sure that he would not vomit, he put his head back in and still wearing his chamois gloves he took the necklace out of his right pocket and carefully put it back in its box.

- Stupid fucking necklace - he said out loud again.

He couldn't help but feel a certain mysticism towards the necklace, as he had started to feel sick as soon as he took it out of the box for the first time.

- Now I'll tell the driver that I feel sick and let's go back," he said as he leaned against the back of his seat, closed his eyes and took a deep breath at the same time.

- Sir, we're here," he heard from outside the wagon.

- Shit...! - Eamon shouted as he put his hand to his mouth. -This isn't like me, I don't scream so it's happening to me," he said quietly.

Unaware of the mental and physical odyssey his master had been going through on his way to the party, the chauffeur in his black velvet silk suit, which blended in with the growing gloom of dusk, opened the door of the carriage, Eamon stepped down immediately with a serious expression that quickly changed to a relaxed and cheerful one, more in keeping with the occasion.

And full of nerves Eamon paused for a few seconds, took a deep breath and turned the carriage and climbed the stairs towards the mansion, which from outside all the lights were on, the noise of the party could be heard from the stairs, which brought Eamon out of his thoughts, and brought him back to reality, Eamon moved forward, not expecting that his symptoms in the carriage would make this an unforgettable night.