Busy streets, carriages being pulled by horses, men rushing to their jobs, women getting the latest clothes or fruit. It was a scene 8 year old Clover always wanted to see.
Clover's father kept her shielded, shielded from the outside world. Even with his status being so high up, he wanted his only daughter to not know any better then that little room so if he was to have to marry her off to the finest sire, there wouldn't be much hassle. Don't get him wrong, he loved Clover, she was his pride and joy.
Her platinum blonde locks that she has gotten from her mother, her fair skin with light freckles running across her nose, her blue doe-eyes and plump lips (she got from her father). All of that was rare... rare to see on the streets of London.
"Papa! Look another horse" giggled his over excited daughter.
He chuckled at her behaviour. He took her out, just to see the world once. She deserved to see it, she was so good. He wanted to get her one of them costly Teddy bears or Dolls that all the mothers were talking about, his wife could not be there with him at that moment in time as she was heavily pregnant with their youngest child.
The carriage halted to a stop.
"Come along Clover." He commanded, picking her up and placing her down beside him holding her hand and strolling into the store. Whispers started on the girl beside the Kings bestfriend.
"Papa, why is everyone staring?" Questioned Clover, her big doe-eyes widening even more.
"Because you're so beautiful my dear." He replied with a sincere smile. Clover giggled lightly.
"Papa! Can I get this one!" Clover squealed, holding a Bunny Teddy with a light pink bow wrapped around its neck. She snuggled it to her chest, and smiled a great big grin.
"Of course, go wait for Papa over there" pointing to the window seat as he went to go pay(and maybe have a little chitchat with the store keeper)
She skipped and sat playing with the bow of the bunny.
*Clover POV*
I looked upon the busy street. My eyes trained on something or someone then moving onto another. Until a group a boys started to travel down the street.
Wow, is that what they wear?
They wore patchy sailor suits. One boy in particular caught my eye. He was tan and looked my age. He had light brown hair and brown eyes. He was laughing with the other boys, play fighting down the street. As he passed the window I sat behind, his eye caught mine. He paused for a second.
Just staring we were. Nothing more and nothing less. But to me it gave me a burst of happiness. He smiled with a delightful grin which made me blush and have butterflies in the pit of my stomach.
He said something to the boys and 2 of them and him went into the store. My eyes followed his every move. My breathing being caught in my throat each time, he picked something up and walked towards me.
"Hey little lady." He grinned towards me. I'm guessing he's 10 years of age or less.
"Hello.." I timidly said blushing. He smiled wider. He took the thing he had in his hand- looking in the corner of his eyes- and hastily placing it in the palm of mine. He made me wrap the necklace (with design of a bunny on) around the back of the bow and hide the back of the bunny against of my front.
He placed his finger up to his lips, saying a soft shh, and then winking. He gestured to his pals and then laughed loudly and ran out the store in a rush. The shop keeper must of thought he stole something as he started chasing him with a broom.
Papa came towards me, and took my hand and walked out of the store towards the carriage. I looked up for a split second and saw the boy again. This time his eyes held a sense of possession? He and the others turned and walked down the street with the sun setting in front of them.
~~~~~~~~~~~9 years later~~~~~~~~~~~
That was ages ago. I'm 17 now, my birthday coming up in 3 weeks. That boy from the shop, well he followed me home from then, and we would hide away together, playing sword fighting or just laying down and looking at the stars. His name? Ezekiel... Ezekiel Ethan Ortiz.
My father kept me locked up after that time. I never know why.. sometimes when people come to the house they say, "oh my! is this the Clover December Beauchêne?" To which my father nods proudly and my mother smiles sweetly.
"Clover dear!" Mother's voice resonated around the mansion. I stopped my reading and hastily called out. "Yes mother?"
ok... so I know this is sort of a short chapter but its only the beginning!!!! I hope you all enjoy it, and hopefully read it with all full interest.
