Warning: AU, pseudo-Historical Romance, Ran/Ken.
Author's Note: This chapter is steadily moving us toward Town. So, here we go!
Disclaimer: Weiss belongs to Takehito Koyasu and Project Weiss. I'm just enjoying myself.
Tell Him That it Wasn't Love
Chapter Eight
The next few days passed in a blur for Ken. Ran gave him riding lessons and tested him on his education. Yohji tried to teach him deportment with mild success, as well as the finer points of hygiene. The tailor came and measured him then went over fabric samples with the Prince. The few times he saw Caroline she seemed distracted and out of sorts. Ran was a constant, quiet presence of support.
With the exception of the riding lessons with Ran, Yohji managed to keep him indoors. By the third day Ken was climbing the walls. That's when Omi arrived followed by a large carriage. The young servant came galloping full tilt into the court yard and sprang from his steed almost before it had stopped. Molly had spotted him from the sun room window and alerted the household which emptied into the court yard to meet him. He bowed to Yohji and Ran, and stared at Ken before remembering to bow to him too.
"Well?" the Prince demanded without preamble.
Omi smiled. "Hargrave follows me, not two minutes behind," he said. He reached into his pocket and drew out several envelopes. "The King summons you to Court as soon as things are put to rights, and your father sends his regards as well as an invitation. My Lord Ran, a letter from your mother."
Omi handed over the envelopes. Yohji ripped his open and scanned them. Ran tucked his away. Omi turned to Ken and smiled broadly.
"Well, look at you," he chuckled. "You clean up well, I must say. I almost didn't recognize you. The ladies are going to swoon as soon as they see you."
"No they won't," Ken said crossly, but his cheeks pinked.
"What's wrong with you?" Omi asked.
"These two won't let me do anything," Ken pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. "They're afraid I'll get dirty."
Omi laughed which caused Ken to pout harder. Ran hid yet another smirk feeling like it was becoming a habit.
"Omi, now that you're back, if Ran's amenable, I would like to put Ken in your capable hands. See what you can make of him," Yohji said.
"Don't worry, Ken," Omi grinned. "I'll take care of you."
Ken's face looked like he'd eaten something sour.
The levity came to an end as a large black carriage drawn by four horses came down the drive into the court yard. Ran placed a restraining hand on Ken's shoulder to prevent him from stabling the horses. Old Shoop took them in hand instead.
Once the carriage was stopped Omi opened the door. A young man emerged, turned, and reached inside to help out an elderly man with a cushion strapped to one foot. The man paused, with the support of the younger man, and took in the group standing before him. His eyes scanned Ken, taking in his bare legs and feet, but came to rest on Yohji.
"There you are, your Highness. Well, I'm here. It'd better be good to draw me from home with the gout," he said, his voice breathy and light.
"I am sorry about your gout, Sir, but it is of the utmost importance," Yohji said after bowing low.
"Then let's get to it."
Yohji led the way indoors and to the study. The elderly solicitor, assisted by his servant, followed. Ran, Ken, and Omi brought up the rear while the household staff returned to their afternoon tasks.
Ken was secretly relieved when, arriving at the study, Sir Hargrave booted them all out after settling himself behind the desk. He permitted only his servant, who took notes, and Yohji, who had received the King's authority, to stay. Ken stretched and smiled, thinking that now he might be able to convince Ran to go for another riding lesson. Unfortunately his relief was cut short by the arrival of the tailor with the first of Ken's finished clothes.
Omi greeted the tailor enthusiastically, much to Ken's continued chagrin, and insisted that they review the completed outfits. He had Ken lead him, Ran, and the tailor, to his room where he made the scowling young man try everything on. Omi observed every outfit with a practiced eye, making comments and suggestions. Over all he approved of the work. When he asked what else had been ordered he nodded in agreement with what he heard, but added more stockings, several night shirts, and asked the tailor to send the best cobbler.
Ran escorted the tailor out and paid him for the finished clothing. When he returned to Ken's room he found Ken dressed in one of his new outfits while Omi had begun to go over the deportment that Yohji had given up on. Ken looked like he wanted to hang himself. Ran had to admit he did feel a small amount of pity for the young man. His desire to attain his rightful place was only natural, but he couldn't have known what he was in for.
Omi rattled on about proper greetings for various stations, how to enter and exit a room, how to sit, talk, and any number of other modes of behavior. Ken tried to take it all in, but really couldn't see or understand the value in it. In his own mind the most imperative information was on the running of the estate, which was something he had limited knowledge about. Finally he couldn't take anymore.
"Omi, stop, please."
Omi's mouth snapped shut.
"What does all this matter?" Ken asked. "What I need to learn is how the estate is managed, not all this..." he waved his hands around helplessly.
"You'll need to know this when we introduce you at Court," Omi responded.
"But that won't be for years yet," complained Ken. "Can't this just...wait?"
"Years?" Omi laughed. "Ken, it'll be weeks at the most. The King has requested that Yohji introduce you once everything here is settled."
"What?" Ken asked in shock.
"Probably within two weeks time we'll be on the road," Omi said.
Ken looked from Omi to Ran in growing panic.
"Y-y-you mean I-I-I'm going to m-meet the K-King? In less than two weeks?!" Ken cried. "Why so soon?"
Omi and Ran both opened their mouths to answer, but were interrupted by a knock at the door followed by the entrance of Molly.
"Prince Yohji and Mr. Hargrave request your presence in the study, Master Ken," she said after a very proper curtsy.
Glancing at Omi and Ran, Ken followed Molly out into the hall and off to the study.
Omi looked at his master. "He's really having a hard time isn't he?"
"Aa."
* *
Molly knocked on the study door then stepped back to let Ken enter. He looked around nervously. Yohji motioned him over to a seat before the desk.
"So, young man," Mr. Hargrave said once he was seated. "You are John Kenichi Hidaka, son of his grace, Duke John David Hidaka, and her grace, Duchess Mei Kenichi Hidaka?"
"Yes, Sir," Ken nodded.
"Your father, the Duke, died when you were three years of age, correct?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Your mother, the Duchess, subsequently requested that you remain in her custody and asked to be made temporary regent of the estate due to your young age?"
Ken looked at Yohji in confusion. The Prince nodded to him.
"Yes, Sir. I suppose so."
"Indeed, Sir, she did and was granted her requests. You remained in her care and she herself saw fit to marry one, Sir Henry Sneller, when you were five years of age."
"Six."
Mr. Hargrave peered at Ken then had his assistant make a note.
"They remained married until her death a year later when you were seven."
"Yes, Sir."
"After her death it is your belief, fostered by your stepfather, that he became regent in her place until you reach your twenty-first birthday. Is that correct?"
"Yes, Sir."
Hargrave fixed Ken with a serious look.
"Then, Sir, it is my responsibility to correct this most heinous mistake. Sir Sneller has never held regency. You, Sir, have been legal owner and entitled Duke since the death of your father when you were three."
Ken sat in stunned silence for a moment. He looked from Hargrave to Yohji and back again.
"Do you mean...you're saying..."
"I'm saying, your Grace," Hargrave said somewhat more kindly, "that you are currently, and have been, Duke of Hidaka. This estate and all it's land, is your's."
"Ken," Yohji said and waited for the young man to look at him. "Your mother left you in the care of my father at her death. You should have been sent to our estate and raised there as befits your station. My father was in grief for my mother. He was in no condition to see to your Mother's affairs," the Prince said, shaking his head sadly.
"It would appear," Hargrave broke in, "that your stepfather, for reasons of personal gain, suppressed knowledge of your mother's wishes from her attorneys. What he has done, your Grace, is reprehensible, but it is up to you to judge him, and find suitable punishment."
"Me?" Ken asked, surprised.
"The law is left in the hands of the aristocracy. Each landowner handling their own affairs as they see fit. The King, of course, will have a say, but he leaves the judgement to you."
Ken sat silently staring out the windows. His mind felt numb. He was a Duke. He'd been a Duke all along. It was almost impossible to take in. All this time, all these years, and Sir had...Ken felt a small ball of anger crystallize in his stomach. Sir had lied. Sir had used and abused him. Sir had almost succeeded in keeping him from knowing Ran, Yohji, and Omi. He could have, should have, been with them all this time. He could have known Ran for years instead of days. The small ball of anger began to grow.
"I want to see him," the words came out as a growl.
"So do I, your Grace. Your Highness, if you please?" Hargrave asked.
Yohji got up and went to the door. When he opened it Ran appeared as if out of the air.
"Fetch, Sir Sneller," commanded the Prince.
Ran bowed and disappeared. A few minutes later he returned with Sir Sneller in tow. Ken almost gasped aloud. The man before him now was not the man who was about to beat him five nights ago.
The tall man entered, shoulders hunched, head bowed. His clothes seemed disheveled and his skin had taken on a gray pallor. He entered quietly and waited for instructions just as Ken used to. Ken rose from his seat and pointed at it.
"Sit down," he said.
Sir Sneller obeyed. His eyes never leaving the floor.
"Look at me," Ken commanded.
Sir Sneller obeyed again. His eyes full of defeat.
"Why?" Ken asked coldly.
"Money," he answered. "I had no choice. Three daughters and no fortune."
Ken shook his head violently. "No, why did you raise me as a servant? Why did you beat me with a riding crop? Why didn't you show me the least bit of affection as your stepson?!" Ken demanded, his voice rising.
Sir Sneller looked at him blankly.
"Boys need discipline," he said. "I raised you as my father raised me. Men have to be strong. They have to be fit to handle adversity. They shouldn't be pandered to or handled with kit gloves. What kind of man would your mother have made of you with her gentle touches and sweet kisses? Or his father?!" he spat, indicating Yohji. "You, your Highness, were already spoiled beyond redemption when I first saw you at my wedding."
The Prince's eyes narrowed dangerously at the sudden attack, and his mouth pressed into a thin line.
"I did what needed to be done," continued Sir Sneller. "What would've become of this estate without me? When I met your mother most of her tenants were either late with the rent or not paying at all. Her investments were failing and the servants walked all over her. She needed a strong hand to run things, and I needed position and rank to make advantageous marriages for my daughters. Your mother assured me position, but what did I discover at her death?"
Sir Sneller sat up a bit straighter in the chair. He was beginning to swell again with temper and he scowled fiercely.
"You," he spat at Ken. "You inherited everything. Had inherited. You, a mere child. What of me? What of my daughters? To have the managing of the estate without the rank? To do all the work and receive no benefits? No. No, far better to take what I deserved, what my daughters deserved, and give you a stern hand. That's what you needed."
Sir Sneller suddenly stopped speaking, as if he'd run out of things to say. Silence descended on the room as the others looked on him in disgust and awe. Ken shaking his head.
"I'm sorry, Sir, that you are the only father that I can remember," he said in a low angry tone. "But you are. At least you didn't throw me out or sell me. And you have been a good father to your daughters. Although, only Caroline has ever been nice to me."
Ken stopped talking and pondered the floor for a moment. His hands tightening into fists until his knuckles were white. At last he looked up and met his stepfather's eyes again, anger written on his face.
"If I could I'd let you be locked up until you rot, but then no one would be there for Caroline, April and Justine. So, this is what I want," Ken took a deep breath. "I want you gone. As far from here, and me, as you can get. I don't care what you do or where you go. Any money you've stolen, and I'm sure you've stolen some, you can keep for dowries for your daughters. That is it. All my revenge. The King may say otherwise, but that is what I want."
Sir Sneller blinked in surprise. He wasn't alone. Hargrave scowled in apprehension, and Yohji's brow furrowed, but Ran nodded in approval and met Ken's eyes with what appeared to be admiration.
"Well, we'll have to see about this," Mr. Hargrave harumphed.
"Are you sure, Ken?" Yohji asked, crossing his arms over his chest with disapproval.
"I'm sure," Ken nodded wearily. "I want it over with. I want to get on with the rest of my life and away from him."
"So be it," Hargrave said. He signaled his assistant. "We shall notify the King and see what he has to say. In the mean time, Sir. I suggest you and your daughters begin packing."
Sir Sneller drew himself up to his full height and bowed severely to Mr. Hargrave. He turned on his heal intent on leaving the room, but had to wait at the door while Ran stepped slowly out of his way. When he was gone everyone turned to Ken. The young Duke seemed to deflate a little. The angry man giving way to an unsure youth. He looked at his feet.
"Ken, are you all right?" Yohji asked.
"I think...I want to see Caroline. If you'll please excuse me," he said softly.
Yohji nodded and Ran opened the door. Ken exited the room a little stiffly. Once in the hall with the study door closed behind him he raced away up the stairs to Caroline's room.
* *
"So," Hargrave said once Ken was gone. "Has the Duke been educated at all?"
"He can speak and read his own tongue, although his writing is weak. He has a fair vocabulary, but no languages or mathematics to speak of. I've had him practicing his signature," Ran stated quietly.
"His manners?" the solicitor asked, turning to Yohji.
"I've given up and turned him over to Omi, Ran's gentleman. He's utterly unique in his inability to distinguish rank, and worse still, he doesn't care. To him the world is full of people, some of whom have better employment than others," Yohji shook his head, but he was fighting a smile.
"Is this your influence?" Hargrave asked, fixing Ran with a disapproving scowl.
"No," he answered shortly.
"Ken came that way," Yohji said. "I believe it may be a consequence of his upbringing. Also, he suffered a fall in his youth, so he has few memories of his life before his stepfather's arrival to compare with his life after."
"Do you think you can get him ready for Court?" asked Hargrave seriously.
Yohji shrugged.
"Well, I'll stay the night," Hargrave decided. "Tomorrow me and my man Thomas will be off. We'll carry this news to the King and attempt to prepare him for the Duke. I trust I can leave his Grace, and the care of this estate, in your capable hands?"
He looked from Yohji to Ran and back again. They both nodded.
* *
Ken knocked on Caroline's door briefly before dashing in and throwing himself into her arms. For a long moment they held each other without speaking.
"Can you forgive me? I have to ask it. Can you, little brother?" she cried softly.
"Forgive you for what?" Ken answered hoarsely. "You didn't know."
They clung to each other a moment longer before Caroline pulled away and moved to her chair. Ken followed. He knelt at her feet and rested his head against her knee where she could stroke his hair.
"Everything's different now, but its not like I thought it would be," Ken spoke quietly. "There's so much to learn that has nothing to do with the estate."
He leaned back to look up at her with luminous chocolate eyes.
"I have to go to Court to meet the King."
Caroline nodded. "What about Pa-pa? Have you decided his punishment?"
Ken looked at the floor. "I'm sending him away, and Justine and April too. But you can stay, if you want to. I would like it if you did."
The hopeful pleading in his eyes was almost more than she could bear. Caroline slowly shook her head and watched as Ken's face fell.
"No, I'm sorry. I must stand with Pa-pa for good or ill. He has always taken good care of me. I can't abandon him now just when my good sense may serve him best," she said. "Lord knows Justine and April have little enough between them."
"What about me?" Ken asked in a small voice.
Caroline cupped his chin in one hand and wiped his tears with the other. "You are not alone, dear brother. You have Mrs. Hudson, Molly, Rosie, and Old Shoop. Not to mention Prince Yohji, Lord Ran, and Omi. They shall take good care of you."
Ken sniffed and nodded.
"When we arrive at wherever we're going I shall write to you, and we can take up a correspondence. Your writing wants improvement and so you may practice on me," she attempted a small smile.
Ken pouted but nodded again. He felt miserable.
"Ken, I want you to promise me something," she said, her voice taking on a serious note. "Promise me that you won't change. People are going to expect things from you, to treat certain people better than others, but promise me that you won't change in your heart. You're so dear to me, I couldn't bear it if you became like everyone else."
"I promise," he said and meant it. "I don't think you have to worry. So far I can't remember a single thing Omi or Yohji told me."
"Treat it like a game," advised Caroline. "A game with certain rules. Just remember you're only pretending and so is everyone else."
* * *
Dinner was very subdued or tense depending on where you were sitting. At one end of the table Yohji, Hargrave, Omi and Thomas attempted polite conversation with Sir Sneller, Justine, and April who had been allowed to join them. At the other Ran, as usual, was silent. His eyes hardly left Ken, who spoke little and ate less. Caroline was also quiet and interspective. Yohji felt physical relief when it was over and they all adjourned to the sitting room, except for Sir Sneller and his daughters who returned upstairs to continue packing.
Yohji, Omi, Hargrave, and Thomas settled in to play cards. Ken stood staring morosely out a window. Ran watched him for a few minutes before approaching.
"How are you?" he asked quietly as he joined Ken.
"I've been better," Ken answered, not turning from the dark beyond the glass. "Everything is happening so fast, and its not at all like I thought it would be. And...Caroline is leaving."
He said the last with an audible hitch. Ran felt his own heart begin to ache. He almost reached for the young Duke, but stopped himself.
"You'll see her again. Until then you can write her. You could use the practice," Ran said.
Ken chuckled and shook his head. "That's what she said."
"Did she?"
"Yes."
Their eyes met. Time seemed to stop and hang in the air between them. All too soon the moment passed as Ran turned and moved away. Ken started as his heart raced. He'd felt a loss that was almost profound at the red-head's silent departure. He didn't understand the almost desperate need he experienced when in Ran's presence. Who could he ask about it?
Ken glanced briefly around the room. In so doing he was reminded of his present circumstances. Perhaps now was not the time to explore his feelings for Ran. There were other more pressing matters. With a sigh he turned to face the window once again.
* * *
The next morning saw the arrival of not only the tailor and the cobbler, but also five men in laborer's garb. Ken and Ran stepped out into the yard to meet them.
"Sirs," Ken said and bowed low.
The men exchanged confused glances and hesitantly returned the bow. Ran hid a smile. These men had obviously never been afforded such courtesy before.
"Can we help you?" Ken asked.
One of the men stepped forward. "Sir, we heard tell through the village that the Duke is come to take possession of the estate. We are a few of his tenant farmers. Thought we'd come to welcome his Grace and ask if he'll be tourin' the neighborhood."
Ken blinked at the man then looked at Ran, who raised an eyebrow at him.
"Well, I'm the Duke," he said smiling sheepishly and scratching the back of his head. "I'm very pleased to meet you...?"
"Bill Frost, your Grace."
"Mr. Frost. You don't have to say 'your Grace'. Please, just call me Ken. Oh, and this is my friend, Ran."
Ran smiled and bowed to the farmers. They seemed even more confused, but returned his bow as well.
"Umm...I'd love to tour the estate, but I'm afraid it'll have to wait. In less than a week I have to go see the King. I'm not sure how long that'll take, but after that...," Ken stopped and eyed the farmers with a sudden intensity. "How many farms are there?"
"Just ours' at the head of the valley, your...uh...Master Ken," Mr. Frost answered. "I'd say about a hundred or so outside. Give or take."
Ken's eyes boggled. "A...hundred?" he asked.
"Aye, Master Ken. Give or take."
Ken gulped. How was that possible? Just how large was the estate? He'd always thought he'd seen all of it. Granted there were parts he knew better than other's but he'd spent his life in the confines of the valley, and had always assumed that was the extent of his father's property. He shook his head to focus his thoughts.
"I don't expect we'll be at Court any longer than a month. We could begin a tour after that if you'd like," Ran said. "I think it a very good idea."
Ken smiled his first genuine smile in days. It spread across his face and lit his eyes. Ran had said 'we'. That meant the red-head intended to return with him from Court. Ken hadn't been too sure before. He thought his heart might burst from joy. He turned to the farmers.
"Could you spread the word to the other farms? Expect us in the summer," he said.
They nodded and bowed. Ken and Ran returned it. With a wave the farmers departed, seemingly in better spirits than they had appeared to be upon their arrival. Ran and Ken turned to enter the house. Ken was also in better spirits. Now he had something to look forward to. A tour of the estate with Ran by his side. He almost felt like whistling.
"How did I do?" he asked Ran once they were back inside.
"Very well," the red-head smiled. "You surprised them. I doubt anyone's ever treated them with such courtesy, let alone their Duke."
"Did I do something wrong?"
"Not at all. I think you did everything just right."
"Good," Ken said, blushing slightly in pleasure.
His good mood continued through his hour with the tailor, and the time after with the cobbler. Omi approved all the new clothes and ordered three sets of everyday shoes, a pair of dress shoes, and a set of boots. The cobbler promised to return in three days with the finished products. After their departure Omi resumed Ken's lessons. The Duke tried to apply Caroline's suggestion of pretending it was a game, and was astonished when it worked, for the most part. Omi seemed quite pleased with his progress, and Ran tried unsuccessfully to hide his surprise.
Eventually Ken couldn't absorb anymore and Omi let him go. He went straight to the study in search of maps of the estate. Yohji was more than happy to oblige him and laid several out on the desk.
"Where's the house?" Ken asked studying the old discolored papers.
"Here" Yohji indicated a tiny black square drawn in just inside a large area encircled by a dark line. "And this little wedge shape is the valley here. See? There's the lake."
There was indeed a little triangular shape extending around the tiny square and ending on the far side of an oblong squiggly line. All this on one side of the area marked out by the dark line.
Ken's eyes bugged out. The estate was enormous. Much larger than he'd ever imagined. He'd known there were some farms. Sir went twice a year to collect rents, but he'd never hinted about the actual size or number. Along with the little valley the map indicated several villages and towns inside the boarders of the estate. Tiny X's dotted almost every inch outside the valley. Ken guessed about a hundred, and so assumed those were the farms. Each X had a number next to it. Yohji handed him a sheet of paper with numbers and names.
"The X's are the farms and this is a list of the farmer's who rent each. As far as I can tell its up to date," he said. "Its not all farmland. Past the lake is a large woodland. I believe it was kept for hunting when the King used to visit in your grandfather's day."
"I've been there," Ken said. "Two years ago Sir entertained several young noblemen for a fortnight. He sent me out to make coal."
"Nice," spat Yohji. "So, planning a tour?"
"Yes," Ken answered brightly. "After we get back from the Court."
"Sounds like a good idea. It'll give you a chance to view the estate, as well as get to know the local gentry." Yohji stood from his seat behind the desk and ruffled Ken's hair. "First step in learning about your estate, cousin Ken."
* * *
Hargrave and his man, Thomas, departed after lunch that same day, and the small amount of normalcy they'd achieved returned. For the next several days things continued as they had before Hargrave's arrival. Ran gave Ken riding lessons, Omi instructed him on protocol and deportment. Molly and Mrs. Hudson helped Caroline, Justine, and April pack, while Yohji began discussions about the running of the estate with Sir Sneller and Ken sat in on them. The Prince also had Omi go to the village and spread the word that the manor was looking for servants and laborers. Ran interviewed the villagers who came to inquire about the positions, while Ken observed.
Ran discovered a natural inclination toward thinking the best of everyone in Ken. Even the individuals who displayed tendencies toward laziness or dishonesty. The tall red-head was concerned about this and attempted, without much success, to lead Ken toward more level headed judgements. Finally Ran decided to suggest his choices and was relieved when Ken willingly followed them. But he knew it would be a long time before they could trust the Duke to make his own decisions concerning staff.
Four days after his departure Hargrave's man returned with word from the King. Although he believed Ken too lenient he approved the Duke's decision concerning his stepfather. So it was determined that Sir Sneller and his daughters would depart the following day, and that the others would leave for Court the day after that.
* * *
Ken stood before the manor in his new clothes and shoes, and watched as the last few trunks belonging to his step family were loaded onto the wagon hired to transport their things to their new home. Sir Sneller had managed to rent a small estate on the northern boarder of the kingdom, several days travel from Ken's estate. A coach and horses also stood at the ready, held by one of the new laborers Ran had hired.
The entire household stood lined up awaiting the departure. When the last box was strapped securely to the wagon Sir Sneller emerged from inside the house followed by his three daughters. All dressed in traveling clothes and looking somber. Although, Sir Sneller himself had managed to regain some of his severity over the last week, and looked down on the assembly with a haughty air. Ken looked back, his eyes smoldering.
His stepfather didn't utter a word, but bowed stiffly to the Duke and proceeded to climb into the carriage. Next Justine and April approached. They looked down on him with disapproving pouts. They courtsied, but fixed him with glaring eyes.
"Well, your Grace, I suppose you're happy now you're rid of us," cried April.
"Yes," Justine agreed. "But we find you most ungrateful."
"Girls!" came Sir Sneller's voice from within the confines of the coach.
They pouted at Ken and he scowled back, then they joined their father in the coach. Finally Caroline stepped forward to stand before him, and took his hands.
"Well, we're off," she said softly. "Do not grieve or feel guilty, dear brother, for we deserve what we are getting. More I fear, but bless your kind heart. No, we are beginning an adventure, and should view it as such."
Ken couldn't find his voice so he pulled her into a desperate hug. She clung to him for a moment before pulling back a bit.
"Remember your promise to me," she whispered in his ear. "Be sure you keep it."
He nodded. "Remember to write," he said finally, his voice tight.
"I shall not fail you." She kissed his cheek and was gone.
The coach and wagon pulled away. Everyone watched them go. Ken felt Ran and Yohji at his back lending their support and strength. He felt a hand on his shoulder and knew it was Omi. He watched until the coach rounded the corner onto the road and disappeared into the trees. Sighing heavily he returned to the house. He headed to his room and continued practicing his signature.
* * *
Once again Ken stood in the court yard before the manor with the household staff. Four horses stood at the ready, the last of the traveling bags being strapped behind their saddles. This time he would be leaving for the first time in his memory. Ken fidgeted nervously with his coat. He was anxious and excited, ready to be on the road.
Mrs. Hudson approached him with a smile gracing her features. "Now, Master Ken, don't you worry about a thing," she said. "We'll keep the house as good as ever it was while you're away. Just remember your manners, and you'll be fine."
Ken nodded. "Thank you for everything. I won't be gone more than a month...I hope."
She gave him a quick hug and stepped back so Rosie could move forward.
"You take care, hey? Make us all proud," said the large cook.
Ken smiled as she fondly ruffled his hair. Molly stepped up and took her place.
"Don't look so worried, Master Ken. This is a proud moment," she beamed. "You're finally where you belong."
"I'm still the same person, Mol."
"Yeah, but ya look better," she laughed. "You clean up right pretty."
Ken blushed and Molly laughed harder and hugged him. Old Shoop shook his hand heartily.
"Have fun," he said with a wink.
Ken nodded once more and turned to Omi and Yohji who were already in the saddle.
"Now, cousin Ken, we'll see how well you did in your riding lessons," Yohji chuckled. "But I'm afraid you'll still be sore at the end of the day."
"And so will you," Omi chimed in. "You've been on your seat for weeks now."
Yohji glared at the young servant as Ken climbed into his saddle snickering. The Prince glanced around the yard sporting a frown.
"Where in heaven is my cousin?" he demanded. "Ran!"
Ken winced. He hadn't gotten used to Yohji bellowing for people, and he wondered how the Prince got away with it. In every other thing Yohji insisted on perfect manners.
"Ran!" he bellowed again. "Cousin, we are leaving if you would care to...join us."
The end of the Prince's sentence petered off when Ran suddenly emerged from the doorway. Mouths dropped on all sides and everyone stared. Ran stood in the doorway dressed in a hunter green coat and breeches. His waistcoat was cream with a tiny pattern of hunter green and cranberry metallic thread. His shirt was white with an understated cravat. The only black on him was his boots. He shifted uneasily.
"Well, are you coming?" Omi asked, not hiding his big smile.
"Aa." Ran climbed into his saddle and stole a glance at Ken. The young Duke looked like he was recovering from a shock. He blinked a few times then grinned.
"Much better," Yohji said quietly and spurred his horse down the drive.
Omi and Ran followed. Ken turned to his family. He grinned brightly, waved, and spurred his horse onward.
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Author's Note: And off to Town we go. I wanted to slowly develope the relationship between Ran and Ken, while at the same time exploring some of what Ken would have to go through to assume his rightful place. This is all part of the "day after Cinderella" that I was interested in. Did you like Ran's change?
Akikaze-san: *BLUSH* Gee, thanks! I think I'll carry your review around and read it whenever I feel down. Thank you so much! Ummm, its easy for me to update once a week because I wrote the story a year ago. I was just a big chicken and didn't post it. Also, I wrote it long hand in a notebook, so I had to type it in and edit it. I really admire authors that write on their computers and update as they write. That amazes me, because I doubt I could do it, but I do agree. There's numerous stories I'm drooling over, waiting for the next update to happen, but that's part of the thrill when they do, ne? Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy the rest of the story like you have the first half!
Mondtanz: Hee! Thanks! I'm glad you like the transitioning. I studied for that! Read books and everything! But I was really tickled by your fascination with why Caroline's upset. One of my OC characters! Thanks so much! I hope this chapter answered that for you, and I hope you'll like the next one. More OCs introduced as well as some old friends putting in an appearance! Thanks for reading and I'm so glad you're still enjoying it!
Lychee2: Ha-ha-ha! I was reading your review during an informal meeting at work and I snorted really loudly when I read your comment on Sneller, and then had to apologize for not paying attention! I'm glad you like the pacing of the relationship. Pacing has always been a make it or break it thing for me when reading fanfics (not that I don't like the pouncing!) so I didn't want to rush mine. I'm glad you like it so far! Thanks for reading!
Murasaki-yanagi: Oh! I'm glad you like my replies. A couple of my favorite authors make replies to their reviewers and I always liked that too. Yeah, I try not to read the death fics, because I bawl like a baby, but if I get desperate enough for new Weiss stories (esspecially Ran/Ken) then I read them. The trouble is they're usually REALLY well written, so they're beautiful which makes it even harder for me at the end. But I try not to read them. Damn my love of Weiss! Okay, maybe that's going too far! Anyway, I'm glad you still like my story and thanks for reviewing and reading!
Author's Note: This chapter is steadily moving us toward Town. So, here we go!
Disclaimer: Weiss belongs to Takehito Koyasu and Project Weiss. I'm just enjoying myself.
Tell Him That it Wasn't Love
Chapter Eight
The next few days passed in a blur for Ken. Ran gave him riding lessons and tested him on his education. Yohji tried to teach him deportment with mild success, as well as the finer points of hygiene. The tailor came and measured him then went over fabric samples with the Prince. The few times he saw Caroline she seemed distracted and out of sorts. Ran was a constant, quiet presence of support.
With the exception of the riding lessons with Ran, Yohji managed to keep him indoors. By the third day Ken was climbing the walls. That's when Omi arrived followed by a large carriage. The young servant came galloping full tilt into the court yard and sprang from his steed almost before it had stopped. Molly had spotted him from the sun room window and alerted the household which emptied into the court yard to meet him. He bowed to Yohji and Ran, and stared at Ken before remembering to bow to him too.
"Well?" the Prince demanded without preamble.
Omi smiled. "Hargrave follows me, not two minutes behind," he said. He reached into his pocket and drew out several envelopes. "The King summons you to Court as soon as things are put to rights, and your father sends his regards as well as an invitation. My Lord Ran, a letter from your mother."
Omi handed over the envelopes. Yohji ripped his open and scanned them. Ran tucked his away. Omi turned to Ken and smiled broadly.
"Well, look at you," he chuckled. "You clean up well, I must say. I almost didn't recognize you. The ladies are going to swoon as soon as they see you."
"No they won't," Ken said crossly, but his cheeks pinked.
"What's wrong with you?" Omi asked.
"These two won't let me do anything," Ken pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. "They're afraid I'll get dirty."
Omi laughed which caused Ken to pout harder. Ran hid yet another smirk feeling like it was becoming a habit.
"Omi, now that you're back, if Ran's amenable, I would like to put Ken in your capable hands. See what you can make of him," Yohji said.
"Don't worry, Ken," Omi grinned. "I'll take care of you."
Ken's face looked like he'd eaten something sour.
The levity came to an end as a large black carriage drawn by four horses came down the drive into the court yard. Ran placed a restraining hand on Ken's shoulder to prevent him from stabling the horses. Old Shoop took them in hand instead.
Once the carriage was stopped Omi opened the door. A young man emerged, turned, and reached inside to help out an elderly man with a cushion strapped to one foot. The man paused, with the support of the younger man, and took in the group standing before him. His eyes scanned Ken, taking in his bare legs and feet, but came to rest on Yohji.
"There you are, your Highness. Well, I'm here. It'd better be good to draw me from home with the gout," he said, his voice breathy and light.
"I am sorry about your gout, Sir, but it is of the utmost importance," Yohji said after bowing low.
"Then let's get to it."
Yohji led the way indoors and to the study. The elderly solicitor, assisted by his servant, followed. Ran, Ken, and Omi brought up the rear while the household staff returned to their afternoon tasks.
Ken was secretly relieved when, arriving at the study, Sir Hargrave booted them all out after settling himself behind the desk. He permitted only his servant, who took notes, and Yohji, who had received the King's authority, to stay. Ken stretched and smiled, thinking that now he might be able to convince Ran to go for another riding lesson. Unfortunately his relief was cut short by the arrival of the tailor with the first of Ken's finished clothes.
Omi greeted the tailor enthusiastically, much to Ken's continued chagrin, and insisted that they review the completed outfits. He had Ken lead him, Ran, and the tailor, to his room where he made the scowling young man try everything on. Omi observed every outfit with a practiced eye, making comments and suggestions. Over all he approved of the work. When he asked what else had been ordered he nodded in agreement with what he heard, but added more stockings, several night shirts, and asked the tailor to send the best cobbler.
Ran escorted the tailor out and paid him for the finished clothing. When he returned to Ken's room he found Ken dressed in one of his new outfits while Omi had begun to go over the deportment that Yohji had given up on. Ken looked like he wanted to hang himself. Ran had to admit he did feel a small amount of pity for the young man. His desire to attain his rightful place was only natural, but he couldn't have known what he was in for.
Omi rattled on about proper greetings for various stations, how to enter and exit a room, how to sit, talk, and any number of other modes of behavior. Ken tried to take it all in, but really couldn't see or understand the value in it. In his own mind the most imperative information was on the running of the estate, which was something he had limited knowledge about. Finally he couldn't take anymore.
"Omi, stop, please."
Omi's mouth snapped shut.
"What does all this matter?" Ken asked. "What I need to learn is how the estate is managed, not all this..." he waved his hands around helplessly.
"You'll need to know this when we introduce you at Court," Omi responded.
"But that won't be for years yet," complained Ken. "Can't this just...wait?"
"Years?" Omi laughed. "Ken, it'll be weeks at the most. The King has requested that Yohji introduce you once everything here is settled."
"What?" Ken asked in shock.
"Probably within two weeks time we'll be on the road," Omi said.
Ken looked from Omi to Ran in growing panic.
"Y-y-you mean I-I-I'm going to m-meet the K-King? In less than two weeks?!" Ken cried. "Why so soon?"
Omi and Ran both opened their mouths to answer, but were interrupted by a knock at the door followed by the entrance of Molly.
"Prince Yohji and Mr. Hargrave request your presence in the study, Master Ken," she said after a very proper curtsy.
Glancing at Omi and Ran, Ken followed Molly out into the hall and off to the study.
Omi looked at his master. "He's really having a hard time isn't he?"
"Aa."
* *
Molly knocked on the study door then stepped back to let Ken enter. He looked around nervously. Yohji motioned him over to a seat before the desk.
"So, young man," Mr. Hargrave said once he was seated. "You are John Kenichi Hidaka, son of his grace, Duke John David Hidaka, and her grace, Duchess Mei Kenichi Hidaka?"
"Yes, Sir," Ken nodded.
"Your father, the Duke, died when you were three years of age, correct?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Your mother, the Duchess, subsequently requested that you remain in her custody and asked to be made temporary regent of the estate due to your young age?"
Ken looked at Yohji in confusion. The Prince nodded to him.
"Yes, Sir. I suppose so."
"Indeed, Sir, she did and was granted her requests. You remained in her care and she herself saw fit to marry one, Sir Henry Sneller, when you were five years of age."
"Six."
Mr. Hargrave peered at Ken then had his assistant make a note.
"They remained married until her death a year later when you were seven."
"Yes, Sir."
"After her death it is your belief, fostered by your stepfather, that he became regent in her place until you reach your twenty-first birthday. Is that correct?"
"Yes, Sir."
Hargrave fixed Ken with a serious look.
"Then, Sir, it is my responsibility to correct this most heinous mistake. Sir Sneller has never held regency. You, Sir, have been legal owner and entitled Duke since the death of your father when you were three."
Ken sat in stunned silence for a moment. He looked from Hargrave to Yohji and back again.
"Do you mean...you're saying..."
"I'm saying, your Grace," Hargrave said somewhat more kindly, "that you are currently, and have been, Duke of Hidaka. This estate and all it's land, is your's."
"Ken," Yohji said and waited for the young man to look at him. "Your mother left you in the care of my father at her death. You should have been sent to our estate and raised there as befits your station. My father was in grief for my mother. He was in no condition to see to your Mother's affairs," the Prince said, shaking his head sadly.
"It would appear," Hargrave broke in, "that your stepfather, for reasons of personal gain, suppressed knowledge of your mother's wishes from her attorneys. What he has done, your Grace, is reprehensible, but it is up to you to judge him, and find suitable punishment."
"Me?" Ken asked, surprised.
"The law is left in the hands of the aristocracy. Each landowner handling their own affairs as they see fit. The King, of course, will have a say, but he leaves the judgement to you."
Ken sat silently staring out the windows. His mind felt numb. He was a Duke. He'd been a Duke all along. It was almost impossible to take in. All this time, all these years, and Sir had...Ken felt a small ball of anger crystallize in his stomach. Sir had lied. Sir had used and abused him. Sir had almost succeeded in keeping him from knowing Ran, Yohji, and Omi. He could have, should have, been with them all this time. He could have known Ran for years instead of days. The small ball of anger began to grow.
"I want to see him," the words came out as a growl.
"So do I, your Grace. Your Highness, if you please?" Hargrave asked.
Yohji got up and went to the door. When he opened it Ran appeared as if out of the air.
"Fetch, Sir Sneller," commanded the Prince.
Ran bowed and disappeared. A few minutes later he returned with Sir Sneller in tow. Ken almost gasped aloud. The man before him now was not the man who was about to beat him five nights ago.
The tall man entered, shoulders hunched, head bowed. His clothes seemed disheveled and his skin had taken on a gray pallor. He entered quietly and waited for instructions just as Ken used to. Ken rose from his seat and pointed at it.
"Sit down," he said.
Sir Sneller obeyed. His eyes never leaving the floor.
"Look at me," Ken commanded.
Sir Sneller obeyed again. His eyes full of defeat.
"Why?" Ken asked coldly.
"Money," he answered. "I had no choice. Three daughters and no fortune."
Ken shook his head violently. "No, why did you raise me as a servant? Why did you beat me with a riding crop? Why didn't you show me the least bit of affection as your stepson?!" Ken demanded, his voice rising.
Sir Sneller looked at him blankly.
"Boys need discipline," he said. "I raised you as my father raised me. Men have to be strong. They have to be fit to handle adversity. They shouldn't be pandered to or handled with kit gloves. What kind of man would your mother have made of you with her gentle touches and sweet kisses? Or his father?!" he spat, indicating Yohji. "You, your Highness, were already spoiled beyond redemption when I first saw you at my wedding."
The Prince's eyes narrowed dangerously at the sudden attack, and his mouth pressed into a thin line.
"I did what needed to be done," continued Sir Sneller. "What would've become of this estate without me? When I met your mother most of her tenants were either late with the rent or not paying at all. Her investments were failing and the servants walked all over her. She needed a strong hand to run things, and I needed position and rank to make advantageous marriages for my daughters. Your mother assured me position, but what did I discover at her death?"
Sir Sneller sat up a bit straighter in the chair. He was beginning to swell again with temper and he scowled fiercely.
"You," he spat at Ken. "You inherited everything. Had inherited. You, a mere child. What of me? What of my daughters? To have the managing of the estate without the rank? To do all the work and receive no benefits? No. No, far better to take what I deserved, what my daughters deserved, and give you a stern hand. That's what you needed."
Sir Sneller suddenly stopped speaking, as if he'd run out of things to say. Silence descended on the room as the others looked on him in disgust and awe. Ken shaking his head.
"I'm sorry, Sir, that you are the only father that I can remember," he said in a low angry tone. "But you are. At least you didn't throw me out or sell me. And you have been a good father to your daughters. Although, only Caroline has ever been nice to me."
Ken stopped talking and pondered the floor for a moment. His hands tightening into fists until his knuckles were white. At last he looked up and met his stepfather's eyes again, anger written on his face.
"If I could I'd let you be locked up until you rot, but then no one would be there for Caroline, April and Justine. So, this is what I want," Ken took a deep breath. "I want you gone. As far from here, and me, as you can get. I don't care what you do or where you go. Any money you've stolen, and I'm sure you've stolen some, you can keep for dowries for your daughters. That is it. All my revenge. The King may say otherwise, but that is what I want."
Sir Sneller blinked in surprise. He wasn't alone. Hargrave scowled in apprehension, and Yohji's brow furrowed, but Ran nodded in approval and met Ken's eyes with what appeared to be admiration.
"Well, we'll have to see about this," Mr. Hargrave harumphed.
"Are you sure, Ken?" Yohji asked, crossing his arms over his chest with disapproval.
"I'm sure," Ken nodded wearily. "I want it over with. I want to get on with the rest of my life and away from him."
"So be it," Hargrave said. He signaled his assistant. "We shall notify the King and see what he has to say. In the mean time, Sir. I suggest you and your daughters begin packing."
Sir Sneller drew himself up to his full height and bowed severely to Mr. Hargrave. He turned on his heal intent on leaving the room, but had to wait at the door while Ran stepped slowly out of his way. When he was gone everyone turned to Ken. The young Duke seemed to deflate a little. The angry man giving way to an unsure youth. He looked at his feet.
"Ken, are you all right?" Yohji asked.
"I think...I want to see Caroline. If you'll please excuse me," he said softly.
Yohji nodded and Ran opened the door. Ken exited the room a little stiffly. Once in the hall with the study door closed behind him he raced away up the stairs to Caroline's room.
* *
"So," Hargrave said once Ken was gone. "Has the Duke been educated at all?"
"He can speak and read his own tongue, although his writing is weak. He has a fair vocabulary, but no languages or mathematics to speak of. I've had him practicing his signature," Ran stated quietly.
"His manners?" the solicitor asked, turning to Yohji.
"I've given up and turned him over to Omi, Ran's gentleman. He's utterly unique in his inability to distinguish rank, and worse still, he doesn't care. To him the world is full of people, some of whom have better employment than others," Yohji shook his head, but he was fighting a smile.
"Is this your influence?" Hargrave asked, fixing Ran with a disapproving scowl.
"No," he answered shortly.
"Ken came that way," Yohji said. "I believe it may be a consequence of his upbringing. Also, he suffered a fall in his youth, so he has few memories of his life before his stepfather's arrival to compare with his life after."
"Do you think you can get him ready for Court?" asked Hargrave seriously.
Yohji shrugged.
"Well, I'll stay the night," Hargrave decided. "Tomorrow me and my man Thomas will be off. We'll carry this news to the King and attempt to prepare him for the Duke. I trust I can leave his Grace, and the care of this estate, in your capable hands?"
He looked from Yohji to Ran and back again. They both nodded.
* *
Ken knocked on Caroline's door briefly before dashing in and throwing himself into her arms. For a long moment they held each other without speaking.
"Can you forgive me? I have to ask it. Can you, little brother?" she cried softly.
"Forgive you for what?" Ken answered hoarsely. "You didn't know."
They clung to each other a moment longer before Caroline pulled away and moved to her chair. Ken followed. He knelt at her feet and rested his head against her knee where she could stroke his hair.
"Everything's different now, but its not like I thought it would be," Ken spoke quietly. "There's so much to learn that has nothing to do with the estate."
He leaned back to look up at her with luminous chocolate eyes.
"I have to go to Court to meet the King."
Caroline nodded. "What about Pa-pa? Have you decided his punishment?"
Ken looked at the floor. "I'm sending him away, and Justine and April too. But you can stay, if you want to. I would like it if you did."
The hopeful pleading in his eyes was almost more than she could bear. Caroline slowly shook her head and watched as Ken's face fell.
"No, I'm sorry. I must stand with Pa-pa for good or ill. He has always taken good care of me. I can't abandon him now just when my good sense may serve him best," she said. "Lord knows Justine and April have little enough between them."
"What about me?" Ken asked in a small voice.
Caroline cupped his chin in one hand and wiped his tears with the other. "You are not alone, dear brother. You have Mrs. Hudson, Molly, Rosie, and Old Shoop. Not to mention Prince Yohji, Lord Ran, and Omi. They shall take good care of you."
Ken sniffed and nodded.
"When we arrive at wherever we're going I shall write to you, and we can take up a correspondence. Your writing wants improvement and so you may practice on me," she attempted a small smile.
Ken pouted but nodded again. He felt miserable.
"Ken, I want you to promise me something," she said, her voice taking on a serious note. "Promise me that you won't change. People are going to expect things from you, to treat certain people better than others, but promise me that you won't change in your heart. You're so dear to me, I couldn't bear it if you became like everyone else."
"I promise," he said and meant it. "I don't think you have to worry. So far I can't remember a single thing Omi or Yohji told me."
"Treat it like a game," advised Caroline. "A game with certain rules. Just remember you're only pretending and so is everyone else."
* * *
Dinner was very subdued or tense depending on where you were sitting. At one end of the table Yohji, Hargrave, Omi and Thomas attempted polite conversation with Sir Sneller, Justine, and April who had been allowed to join them. At the other Ran, as usual, was silent. His eyes hardly left Ken, who spoke little and ate less. Caroline was also quiet and interspective. Yohji felt physical relief when it was over and they all adjourned to the sitting room, except for Sir Sneller and his daughters who returned upstairs to continue packing.
Yohji, Omi, Hargrave, and Thomas settled in to play cards. Ken stood staring morosely out a window. Ran watched him for a few minutes before approaching.
"How are you?" he asked quietly as he joined Ken.
"I've been better," Ken answered, not turning from the dark beyond the glass. "Everything is happening so fast, and its not at all like I thought it would be. And...Caroline is leaving."
He said the last with an audible hitch. Ran felt his own heart begin to ache. He almost reached for the young Duke, but stopped himself.
"You'll see her again. Until then you can write her. You could use the practice," Ran said.
Ken chuckled and shook his head. "That's what she said."
"Did she?"
"Yes."
Their eyes met. Time seemed to stop and hang in the air between them. All too soon the moment passed as Ran turned and moved away. Ken started as his heart raced. He'd felt a loss that was almost profound at the red-head's silent departure. He didn't understand the almost desperate need he experienced when in Ran's presence. Who could he ask about it?
Ken glanced briefly around the room. In so doing he was reminded of his present circumstances. Perhaps now was not the time to explore his feelings for Ran. There were other more pressing matters. With a sigh he turned to face the window once again.
* * *
The next morning saw the arrival of not only the tailor and the cobbler, but also five men in laborer's garb. Ken and Ran stepped out into the yard to meet them.
"Sirs," Ken said and bowed low.
The men exchanged confused glances and hesitantly returned the bow. Ran hid a smile. These men had obviously never been afforded such courtesy before.
"Can we help you?" Ken asked.
One of the men stepped forward. "Sir, we heard tell through the village that the Duke is come to take possession of the estate. We are a few of his tenant farmers. Thought we'd come to welcome his Grace and ask if he'll be tourin' the neighborhood."
Ken blinked at the man then looked at Ran, who raised an eyebrow at him.
"Well, I'm the Duke," he said smiling sheepishly and scratching the back of his head. "I'm very pleased to meet you...?"
"Bill Frost, your Grace."
"Mr. Frost. You don't have to say 'your Grace'. Please, just call me Ken. Oh, and this is my friend, Ran."
Ran smiled and bowed to the farmers. They seemed even more confused, but returned his bow as well.
"Umm...I'd love to tour the estate, but I'm afraid it'll have to wait. In less than a week I have to go see the King. I'm not sure how long that'll take, but after that...," Ken stopped and eyed the farmers with a sudden intensity. "How many farms are there?"
"Just ours' at the head of the valley, your...uh...Master Ken," Mr. Frost answered. "I'd say about a hundred or so outside. Give or take."
Ken's eyes boggled. "A...hundred?" he asked.
"Aye, Master Ken. Give or take."
Ken gulped. How was that possible? Just how large was the estate? He'd always thought he'd seen all of it. Granted there were parts he knew better than other's but he'd spent his life in the confines of the valley, and had always assumed that was the extent of his father's property. He shook his head to focus his thoughts.
"I don't expect we'll be at Court any longer than a month. We could begin a tour after that if you'd like," Ran said. "I think it a very good idea."
Ken smiled his first genuine smile in days. It spread across his face and lit his eyes. Ran had said 'we'. That meant the red-head intended to return with him from Court. Ken hadn't been too sure before. He thought his heart might burst from joy. He turned to the farmers.
"Could you spread the word to the other farms? Expect us in the summer," he said.
They nodded and bowed. Ken and Ran returned it. With a wave the farmers departed, seemingly in better spirits than they had appeared to be upon their arrival. Ran and Ken turned to enter the house. Ken was also in better spirits. Now he had something to look forward to. A tour of the estate with Ran by his side. He almost felt like whistling.
"How did I do?" he asked Ran once they were back inside.
"Very well," the red-head smiled. "You surprised them. I doubt anyone's ever treated them with such courtesy, let alone their Duke."
"Did I do something wrong?"
"Not at all. I think you did everything just right."
"Good," Ken said, blushing slightly in pleasure.
His good mood continued through his hour with the tailor, and the time after with the cobbler. Omi approved all the new clothes and ordered three sets of everyday shoes, a pair of dress shoes, and a set of boots. The cobbler promised to return in three days with the finished products. After their departure Omi resumed Ken's lessons. The Duke tried to apply Caroline's suggestion of pretending it was a game, and was astonished when it worked, for the most part. Omi seemed quite pleased with his progress, and Ran tried unsuccessfully to hide his surprise.
Eventually Ken couldn't absorb anymore and Omi let him go. He went straight to the study in search of maps of the estate. Yohji was more than happy to oblige him and laid several out on the desk.
"Where's the house?" Ken asked studying the old discolored papers.
"Here" Yohji indicated a tiny black square drawn in just inside a large area encircled by a dark line. "And this little wedge shape is the valley here. See? There's the lake."
There was indeed a little triangular shape extending around the tiny square and ending on the far side of an oblong squiggly line. All this on one side of the area marked out by the dark line.
Ken's eyes bugged out. The estate was enormous. Much larger than he'd ever imagined. He'd known there were some farms. Sir went twice a year to collect rents, but he'd never hinted about the actual size or number. Along with the little valley the map indicated several villages and towns inside the boarders of the estate. Tiny X's dotted almost every inch outside the valley. Ken guessed about a hundred, and so assumed those were the farms. Each X had a number next to it. Yohji handed him a sheet of paper with numbers and names.
"The X's are the farms and this is a list of the farmer's who rent each. As far as I can tell its up to date," he said. "Its not all farmland. Past the lake is a large woodland. I believe it was kept for hunting when the King used to visit in your grandfather's day."
"I've been there," Ken said. "Two years ago Sir entertained several young noblemen for a fortnight. He sent me out to make coal."
"Nice," spat Yohji. "So, planning a tour?"
"Yes," Ken answered brightly. "After we get back from the Court."
"Sounds like a good idea. It'll give you a chance to view the estate, as well as get to know the local gentry." Yohji stood from his seat behind the desk and ruffled Ken's hair. "First step in learning about your estate, cousin Ken."
* * *
Hargrave and his man, Thomas, departed after lunch that same day, and the small amount of normalcy they'd achieved returned. For the next several days things continued as they had before Hargrave's arrival. Ran gave Ken riding lessons, Omi instructed him on protocol and deportment. Molly and Mrs. Hudson helped Caroline, Justine, and April pack, while Yohji began discussions about the running of the estate with Sir Sneller and Ken sat in on them. The Prince also had Omi go to the village and spread the word that the manor was looking for servants and laborers. Ran interviewed the villagers who came to inquire about the positions, while Ken observed.
Ran discovered a natural inclination toward thinking the best of everyone in Ken. Even the individuals who displayed tendencies toward laziness or dishonesty. The tall red-head was concerned about this and attempted, without much success, to lead Ken toward more level headed judgements. Finally Ran decided to suggest his choices and was relieved when Ken willingly followed them. But he knew it would be a long time before they could trust the Duke to make his own decisions concerning staff.
Four days after his departure Hargrave's man returned with word from the King. Although he believed Ken too lenient he approved the Duke's decision concerning his stepfather. So it was determined that Sir Sneller and his daughters would depart the following day, and that the others would leave for Court the day after that.
* * *
Ken stood before the manor in his new clothes and shoes, and watched as the last few trunks belonging to his step family were loaded onto the wagon hired to transport their things to their new home. Sir Sneller had managed to rent a small estate on the northern boarder of the kingdom, several days travel from Ken's estate. A coach and horses also stood at the ready, held by one of the new laborers Ran had hired.
The entire household stood lined up awaiting the departure. When the last box was strapped securely to the wagon Sir Sneller emerged from inside the house followed by his three daughters. All dressed in traveling clothes and looking somber. Although, Sir Sneller himself had managed to regain some of his severity over the last week, and looked down on the assembly with a haughty air. Ken looked back, his eyes smoldering.
His stepfather didn't utter a word, but bowed stiffly to the Duke and proceeded to climb into the carriage. Next Justine and April approached. They looked down on him with disapproving pouts. They courtsied, but fixed him with glaring eyes.
"Well, your Grace, I suppose you're happy now you're rid of us," cried April.
"Yes," Justine agreed. "But we find you most ungrateful."
"Girls!" came Sir Sneller's voice from within the confines of the coach.
They pouted at Ken and he scowled back, then they joined their father in the coach. Finally Caroline stepped forward to stand before him, and took his hands.
"Well, we're off," she said softly. "Do not grieve or feel guilty, dear brother, for we deserve what we are getting. More I fear, but bless your kind heart. No, we are beginning an adventure, and should view it as such."
Ken couldn't find his voice so he pulled her into a desperate hug. She clung to him for a moment before pulling back a bit.
"Remember your promise to me," she whispered in his ear. "Be sure you keep it."
He nodded. "Remember to write," he said finally, his voice tight.
"I shall not fail you." She kissed his cheek and was gone.
The coach and wagon pulled away. Everyone watched them go. Ken felt Ran and Yohji at his back lending their support and strength. He felt a hand on his shoulder and knew it was Omi. He watched until the coach rounded the corner onto the road and disappeared into the trees. Sighing heavily he returned to the house. He headed to his room and continued practicing his signature.
* * *
Once again Ken stood in the court yard before the manor with the household staff. Four horses stood at the ready, the last of the traveling bags being strapped behind their saddles. This time he would be leaving for the first time in his memory. Ken fidgeted nervously with his coat. He was anxious and excited, ready to be on the road.
Mrs. Hudson approached him with a smile gracing her features. "Now, Master Ken, don't you worry about a thing," she said. "We'll keep the house as good as ever it was while you're away. Just remember your manners, and you'll be fine."
Ken nodded. "Thank you for everything. I won't be gone more than a month...I hope."
She gave him a quick hug and stepped back so Rosie could move forward.
"You take care, hey? Make us all proud," said the large cook.
Ken smiled as she fondly ruffled his hair. Molly stepped up and took her place.
"Don't look so worried, Master Ken. This is a proud moment," she beamed. "You're finally where you belong."
"I'm still the same person, Mol."
"Yeah, but ya look better," she laughed. "You clean up right pretty."
Ken blushed and Molly laughed harder and hugged him. Old Shoop shook his hand heartily.
"Have fun," he said with a wink.
Ken nodded once more and turned to Omi and Yohji who were already in the saddle.
"Now, cousin Ken, we'll see how well you did in your riding lessons," Yohji chuckled. "But I'm afraid you'll still be sore at the end of the day."
"And so will you," Omi chimed in. "You've been on your seat for weeks now."
Yohji glared at the young servant as Ken climbed into his saddle snickering. The Prince glanced around the yard sporting a frown.
"Where in heaven is my cousin?" he demanded. "Ran!"
Ken winced. He hadn't gotten used to Yohji bellowing for people, and he wondered how the Prince got away with it. In every other thing Yohji insisted on perfect manners.
"Ran!" he bellowed again. "Cousin, we are leaving if you would care to...join us."
The end of the Prince's sentence petered off when Ran suddenly emerged from the doorway. Mouths dropped on all sides and everyone stared. Ran stood in the doorway dressed in a hunter green coat and breeches. His waistcoat was cream with a tiny pattern of hunter green and cranberry metallic thread. His shirt was white with an understated cravat. The only black on him was his boots. He shifted uneasily.
"Well, are you coming?" Omi asked, not hiding his big smile.
"Aa." Ran climbed into his saddle and stole a glance at Ken. The young Duke looked like he was recovering from a shock. He blinked a few times then grinned.
"Much better," Yohji said quietly and spurred his horse down the drive.
Omi and Ran followed. Ken turned to his family. He grinned brightly, waved, and spurred his horse onward.
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Author's Note: And off to Town we go. I wanted to slowly develope the relationship between Ran and Ken, while at the same time exploring some of what Ken would have to go through to assume his rightful place. This is all part of the "day after Cinderella" that I was interested in. Did you like Ran's change?
Akikaze-san: *BLUSH* Gee, thanks! I think I'll carry your review around and read it whenever I feel down. Thank you so much! Ummm, its easy for me to update once a week because I wrote the story a year ago. I was just a big chicken and didn't post it. Also, I wrote it long hand in a notebook, so I had to type it in and edit it. I really admire authors that write on their computers and update as they write. That amazes me, because I doubt I could do it, but I do agree. There's numerous stories I'm drooling over, waiting for the next update to happen, but that's part of the thrill when they do, ne? Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy the rest of the story like you have the first half!
Mondtanz: Hee! Thanks! I'm glad you like the transitioning. I studied for that! Read books and everything! But I was really tickled by your fascination with why Caroline's upset. One of my OC characters! Thanks so much! I hope this chapter answered that for you, and I hope you'll like the next one. More OCs introduced as well as some old friends putting in an appearance! Thanks for reading and I'm so glad you're still enjoying it!
Lychee2: Ha-ha-ha! I was reading your review during an informal meeting at work and I snorted really loudly when I read your comment on Sneller, and then had to apologize for not paying attention! I'm glad you like the pacing of the relationship. Pacing has always been a make it or break it thing for me when reading fanfics (not that I don't like the pouncing!) so I didn't want to rush mine. I'm glad you like it so far! Thanks for reading!
Murasaki-yanagi: Oh! I'm glad you like my replies. A couple of my favorite authors make replies to their reviewers and I always liked that too. Yeah, I try not to read the death fics, because I bawl like a baby, but if I get desperate enough for new Weiss stories (esspecially Ran/Ken) then I read them. The trouble is they're usually REALLY well written, so they're beautiful which makes it even harder for me at the end. But I try not to read them. Damn my love of Weiss! Okay, maybe that's going too far! Anyway, I'm glad you still like my story and thanks for reviewing and reading!