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Title: Will of God
Chapter 1: Guiltless Guilt
She cried no tears, because he didn't deserve it. Yet she allowed herself to mourn, because it was proper and because his death was partially her fault.
"No, not my fault. I refuse to be burdened with guilt." Serina thought achingly, her eyes closed. She was dressed all in black, with nothing to compliment her beauty to show even a trace of vanity.
Serina watched, as the wind blew her hair untying the ribbon she had causally tied, as they lowered the coffin. Slowly and slowly, the 6 ft long pricey box buried and covered, by dirt and more dirt until it was no longer evident.
The sun began to set, and all of the other mourners began to leave discretely, some by pairs, some by groups, some alone, but none bothered to say goodbye to the recent widowed and left her to her mourning undisturbed.
She was all alone, or so she thought. She didn't notice someone watching her with awareness and judgment.
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A week has passed, Serina Blackthorne recently widowed, wife of the rich but rumored to be cruel Endyimon Fier.
"If you need anything, anything at all, send word and I shall be here to help." An earnest and eager looking man spoke, cupping her hand in his. His hand was sweaty and Serina resisted the urge to snatch back her hand and wipe it on a cloth.
"Thank you…Mr…White. I shall send word if ever I do need any help, which I assure you, I don't." Serina rejected politely, wishing the man to leave as soon as possible.
"Ack, well I seem to have overstayed my welcome." Mr. White spoke dramatically, waiting for her to deny it and perhaps to overextend his stay. Serina quieted instead and slowly took back her hand, mentally sighing in relief as she secretly wiped her hand on her gown.
"It's just that Endyimon has been a very good friend of mine and he spoke to me that if anything ever happened to him…Alas! The poor chap…" He started, beginning another tactical approach.
"Please, I assure you. I am quite well. But I am still in mourning so would you like me to see you to the door?" Serina spoke directly, quite tired of all pretenses.
"I see. Then I shall see myself out." He spoke sounding miffed. He nodded briskly and proceeded to the door by himself.
"Thank you for the offer!" Serina called out sweetly.
The door slammed shut. She exhaled a breath.
She eyed all the flowers in the room with distaste. "Not even a month has passed and they all are rushing to get their slimy hands on Fier's rich widow!" Serina muttered bitterly. She had received nearly a dozen visitors today. All men.
"Ha! As if I ever want to be remarried…Never…Never again." Serina vowed her hands clasped together painfully.
Knock…Knock…Knock…
"Mistress, a young man on the door wishes to see you." Mercy her personal servant spoke politely, knowing how burdened her mistress must be.
"Who is it this time? Another one of Endyimon's closest, best of best friends? All who don't want his poor widowed wife to suffer, that they would gladly marry her and lift one or two burdens of her husband's estates off her hands?" Serina mimic sarcastically making faces.
A ghost of a smile appeared on Mercy's face. "No, this one's different. He's claiming to be your brother. Your brother-in-law to be exact."
"That's different." Serina frowned. A sense of trouble crept up her spine. "Is he really?" She asked standing up from where she had been sitting.
"You be the judge. Shall I let him in?" Mercy asked for assurance.
Serina nodded slowly and waited. "Was this a hoax? Endyimon didn't haven any brother, but what do I know?" Serina silently asked herself. She listened to their approaching steps and prepared what she was going to say. She was going to start with a Good Afternoon…then…
"You are my late-brother's wife am I correct?" The man spoke startling her.
She whirled around, Mercy was long gone from sight, and she was taken in surprise, just like the last time…
Serina swallowed, this was not good…
"As I understand…"
Serina was watching him, her eyes traveling from his feet, and slowly moving upwards…not listening to whatever he was saying.
"It's been about 2 weeks now…"
And then Serina finally settled upon his face, specifically his eyes. Her eyes widened in fear and she uttered a low, barely hearable incomprehensible gasp. "Nhmph." Then she lost consciousness.
"As I said, my name is Smith, Heero Smith."
A/n: I forgot to add a "please review" on the prologue. And I'm glad that those who read still did so. I'm sorry if this chapter is different from what you've expected and I hope that you'll still read. Oh and please review. Reviews mean I update. And not just any review, I'd prefer if it were quality reviews. I'm also planning on changing Heero's last name. Suggestions are welcome; I've never been good with names.
P.S. The time period is set in the past. Sometime, where Lords and Ladies still existed. I'll give a more specific time/period in the following chapters.