After an arduous twelve hour drive, the young man pulled
into the seven mile long driveway to the North Mansion .
As he caught sight of the mansion at last, the realization finally sank in. The
recent death of his father left him not only the stone home he now saw and the
title of Lord North, but also left him as sole guardian to his fifteen year old
sister. He had been gone the past seven years, rarely getting the chance to
visit his father and sister. Stepping from the car, he ran up the steps to the
home and knocked. It would be the only time he would knock upon the door of the
North Mansion .
“Good
evening, milord.” The butler opened the door within half a minute of the bell
ringing
“Good
evening, Mr. (Roger) Flanders .” James said “And
how are you?”
The man had been running the household since before James
was born. The old man led the way out of the foyer.
“I am well,
sir. I had the room next to your father’s study made up for you, if that is
suitable.”
“Perfectly.
I shall clear out my father’s study tomorrow if you could spare the time to
help.”
“As you
command, milord.” The man replied “For now, I am sure you are fatigued and wish
to rest. Shall I bring tea to the library?”
James smiled, even after so many years, the butler
remembered him and his habits.
“Yes, thank
you. And my sister?”
“I believe
you will find her in the library already, milord.”
“Well, tea
for two would be much appreciated - I’m afraid my sister and I have quite a bit
of catching up to do!”
James found his way through the familiar hallways
lined with paintings and portraits he had often studied as a child. As he
entered the library, the enchanting light from the fire danced on the books,
the fragrance of wood burning mixed pleasantly with the smell of old books. He
breathed deeply. How often he spent entire afternoons reading in this very
room. Then he saw her, a girl curled up in one of the large wing backed
armchairs, deeply entwined in an enchanting book.
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