Sorry for the lack in updates! Getting back in the groove of writing more of this soon! Philippe is 14/15 here!


The letter had come via the school's post that morning and his bags had been packed by that afternoon.

His parents were coming to collect him for the week. A very rare occurrence.

He had been informed that his Aunt Angelique (his father's sister who had lived in the connected house to their's along with her nearly unapproachable cat Maxine whom he had liked to tease in his youth) had become betrothed and he was to attend their wedding.

A wedding that was happening sooner rather than later, for reasons he was not privy too.

The carriage ride had been long with no one but his father to keep him company. He told him of his studies and the boys that teased him for enjoying the more refined things in life rather than the latest athletic pursuits of the time. A statement to which his father replied:

"There is a reason that you will be a Comte and they will not be and it is not solely due to family lineage."

Which was then followed with a knowing smile.

(It had been so long since he'd seen his father smile it seemed.)

He smiled back.


To be continued...