It was some time until Kasidy realized Anette bailed on him, and that he came to the stupid meeting for no reason. He paced around for some time, talked to the statue, itched his head, did silly division problems in his head. Throughout that whole time, the meeting was still going on......then the gentlemen piled out like a herd of elephants in India.
Kasidy still sat on the stairs, hoping he wouldn't look like a fool just standing around. He looked around, no man he saw he actually knew, and different colognes mixed into the air to create the smell of “Rich Men”. Few people walked over to Kasidy and said “Ello, my Lord”, or anything like that, so he just sat. And waited.
Sit.
Wait.
Sit.
Wait.
Kasidy looked at his watch. By that time all the men had ceased.
Sit.
Wait.
Sit.
Wait.
Kasidy got up and neared the main door, looking back behind him just in case Anette decided to fall again. No Anette.
The young earl got up, disappointed about not seeing the Swedish countess. The dreariness outside made him even more depressed, so to calm himself the young earl decided to write a poem about Anette; if he could. As he walked along the dreary cobblestone streets of London, Kasidy thought of nothing more than Anette. He hardly knew anything about her, so that just made him more curious. What was her mother's name? Did she have a sister whom was strangely attractive? What did she like to do on the weekends? The questions played over and over in Kasidy's head like a silent movie, and he somehow wished he never met her in the first place. He laughed at thinking so, and sat down on a damp bench that certainly wasn't made for such weather. Regretting meeting Anette, mm? The sentence made Kasidy cringe and he felt he deserved rotting in the Tower of London then to utter the words.
By the time the young earl got back home, another downpour had begun again. He sat in the parlor, the “Sanctuary of Madness” in his hands, thinking of days to come. Give up on Anette, he thought. Find someone else.....
I love you so much, and yet you just leave
The rain can do nothing now
No one's fault.
No one's fault.
Who are you really
You don't have to hide anything from me
Tell me things
Share with me The true path of mankind
And don't shun me Like you saw the others do
Like you saw the others do.
Before he knew it, Kasidy found himself falling asleep, the melody of the rain hypnotizing him like a gypsy. And he actually dreamed. He dreamed......
He was standing somewhere. A forest or something. There was rain. There was wind. A falcon flew above him. There where screams. Many screams. Kasidy couldn't tell whose screams they were, but they sounded female. Then the rain turned into flames. There were moans. Was Kasidy in Hell? Somewhere, a young child screeched his name....
Kasidy opened his eyes. The midnight stars shone down on the “Sanctuary of Madness”. Oversleeping past his father, commotion, and dinner was actually not very common for him, so that was a big change. Kasidy closed his eyes again. “Whats the point,” he said to himself, and tried to fall back to sleep.
On the contrary to the meeting with Heath in the foyer at the House, Kasidy really wasn't looking forward to seeing him again, with his sister.The night before he hadn't slept too well(in the parlor to be exact), and not to mention James or Audric were probably going to do something very embarrassing. To make a long story short, Kasidy hated people of all kinds and Heath was no different from anyone else. The young earl sat on the grand staircase after talking to Audric about behaving for company, and then ordered the manservant to goof off out of his sight. Before he knew it, the door bell rang, and Kasidy went to retrieve it.
“Good day.” Kasidy didn't even try to smile.
“Hey.” Heath came inside. A young woman came in after him, who was actually quite pretty. “This isn't for you, just so you know.”
“Dammit,” Kasidy said sarcastically; “And I thought I was going to have this beauty all to myself.” Kasidy laughed. “What do you want.”
“This is Rosalie Alexandra, Kasidy. My woman. You can't have her.”
“Oh yeah?” Kasidy walked around Rosalie in a circle, then stopped to touch her perfect chin. “What do you think, Rosalie? Are you ashamed to be standing in a cripple's house? Or would you secretly.........like to bite me?”
