The Sword and the white rose

Chapter 2

I could tell this new person was not from around here by the way he dressed. He was wearing more of a English kind of clothing with his white linen shirt with a navy blue waistcoats and frock coats with navy blue breeches with white stocking with black leather shoes. He seems to be from the English court. He was very pale with his dark brown hair pulled back. He had piercing emerald green eyes ,he stood about 6” tall. I finally looked over at my father and he was cover in blood. I jumped up from him holding me.

“Papa.... Papa are you okay?” My voice was trembling as I said this

“I will be fine. Go get your mother.” He said this with the looked of pain on his face.

“No Papa I will not .You know I can tell you are lying to me.” I could feel the tears forming in my eyes.

“My sweet..... sweet child please don’t fight me this time and just... just do as I ask.” His breathing is getting very slow and swallow.

“Pa...”

“Florenca is it.” As he cut me off from talking to my father.

“Yes. And who are you?”

The person that stood over my father and I finally spoke. His voice was very soft but you could tell there was a hint of harsher to his voice that he was not letting out. As he said this he bend down and put his hand on my shoulder.

“I think it would be best if you go get your mom. I promise you I will stay here with your father while you go do that for him.”

As he said this I felt a comfort as he spoke. My heart went back in my chest. The tears that was forming went away and I felt at peace.

“What about him?” As I pointed to the person laying on the ground.

“ Don’t worry about him. I got him.”

I smiled and got up from where I was at. As I was running away I could hear my father tell the person something that at that time I didn’t understand what he was saying. I ran into the house trying to find my mom. I couldn’t find her anywhere downstairs so I from upstairs and found her in her and my fathers room.

“Mother. Mother father needs you is important he’s hurt”

She looked up from what she was doing with the look of ‘ how dare you interrupt me’ on her face.

“This better be important enough to interrupt me or I am going to beat you for interrupting me while I am doing something.”

My mother was not the kindness women to me. I knew she loves my little sister more then me. My father was the only one that loved me. We went back to my father. The person was still standing over my father.

“Why do you need me and who are you?”

My mother said this with a anger and hassle in her voice. My mother was about 5’4 with golden ray blonde hair that she keeps tied up in a bun inside a bonnet(You wouldn’t know if she had golden Ray blonde hair ) with sapphire blue eyes . She love to wear her periwinkle blue dresses with white flowers pattern on it.

“I am Korrack Octavius Madam…”

“De Smithe” my mother said this with so much venom in her voice.

The look on his face looked like he got bite by a snake or something when my mother so rudely introduced herself.

“ Well Madam De smithe I am a friend of your husband . I don’t know if he talk about me or not”

“He did not talk about you.” As she said this she was looking down to my father. “ I see you are bleeding you bet not die on me because I can’t afford to take care of both of them”

“I… sorry but….this is not my choice.”

My mother gave my father a scrolling look. There was a moment of silence. On the ground my father breathing was slowing down, my mother tap her foot hoping he would just playing a joke on her, and the guy that went by Korrack was standing over my father and myself. Then out of nowhere Korrack broke the silence from everyone.

“Madam I can tell your husband is not going to make it, so I am going to speak freely here for a moment. If that’s okay with you.”

“ Do what you would like I do not care.” My mother said this with a very unsympathetic. “If you are going to die then die already. I do not have time for this.”

The looked that my mother got from Korrack was disturbing, but had same shocked to it that.

“Well” he said “how about if you keep this little girl and I will give you money to keep her here until she is of age to be on her own.”

My mother had a blithe smile upon her face. I knew that wasn’t going to be good for me, but Korrack had other plans for me. I didn’t take my eyes off of my father and I hold his head, watch him slowly dead in front of me. With each breathe he took my heart disintegrated to pieces.

“Ma petite lune I need…you …to be strong for me”

“No papa you will get better.” Tear fell from my eyes like a waterfall as I said this. I had to believe he will get better.

“My child…it’s okay you will be fine… I promise you listen…to Korrack he is …an old friend of me. He will take…care of you.”

This that my father closed his eyes, took his last breath and let death clam him for his own. I broken down I cried harder then I very thought I would cry before. My whole body went numb with the loss of him. My heart finished crumbing. I lost my hearing for a moment I couldn’t hear anything from anyone. It took Korrack kneeling down for me to stopped looking at my father dead body.

“Dear child I am sorry for your loss.” He place is hand on my shoulder.

I looked at him trying to smile at him but he knew I was broken and I will be that way for a long time.