Lafiel Tarrant

[Lafiel]

The sun streamed in brightly through the curtains in the lavishly it was a lovely day for everyone in the Araluen estate estate on Cambridge everyone except the figure who lay upon the grand bed in the lavish room curled up like a ball tears ebbed down her porcelain white features her blonde hair streamed upon the bed covers as she sobbed deeply into her pillow. A letter with the seal of the armed forces lay lost upon the wood floor its sad message struck deep in the heart of the young lady.

********** Letter********
To her Lady Lafiel Tarrant Countess of Araluen Daughter of his Lordship Sebastian Tarrant the Marquis of Araluen. It is with sad news that I must report your father Declared missing in action as of 12th of August Leeds Calender at 0800 hours. Our Search for your father must come to a close as it has been over six weeks since his dissapearence and our resoruces must be diverted to other operations. Your father was last seen on the frontlines on a patrol mission it is with great sadness that we must presume him dead and a casualty of war.

You have our sincere condolences, know that our hearts and best wishes are with you in your time of loss

Signed

The Office of the Admiralty.
********End of Letter******

Lafiel had managed to hold back her tears when the admiral had arrived in the entrance hall to the manor. His name she had long forgotten as she had seen him last when she was a small child at one of her fathers dinner parties he had been a kind old man acting like a hearty old grandfather dancing with her at the time much to her enjoyment. Upon seeing him she knew his purpose he was in full uniform an as she was aware of the tradition of admirals deliver such letters to members of the nobility it gave her no comfort or preparation when he had given her the letter an tried to comfort her. The old Admiral had made her sit down before he broke the news. After he had left days had passed like water in a stream their butler Oliver Draske had done his best to comfort an console her but it had been days since she had left her room.

Lafiel was about to celebrate her birthday upon the 25th but there was no cheer in the heart of the soon to be eighteen year old. Her pale alibaster skin reflected the sun as she lay with her knees drawn into her chest. There was a quiet knock on the door.

"My Lady." a gentle masculine voice flowed to her ears but she made no motion or showed any sign of hearing it. The wooden door creaked an she heard careful footsteps as the aging butler entered his black hair had strong silvery grey streaks in it. He had been part of the household for many years to her tutoring entertaining her since she was a little baby this was Evident when the oldman sat upon the side of her bed an he gently stroked the side of her cheek an untangling her brilliant long blonde hair till it flowed like the tail of a comet along her bed. His voice continued carefully, "My lady you must eat something. It saddens this old heart to see you waste away in this room. Your father would hate to see his beautiful daughter torture herself so." She uncoiled herself an wrapped herself around the old man in a hug he awkwardly returned the hug placing an arm around her shoulders as fresh tears fell down her eyes she spoke softly, "He's gone Oliver. He's gone first Mama was killed, then brother goes off with that vile Kusari lady and now they take father too. I feel so alone my family is dead. It hurts so much" She suddenly screamed why why why did this happen she broke down into sobs she let go an gestured for the old butler to leave as he went he pulled the door quietly closed an she laid back upon the pillows and cried her heart deeply into them.

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