Post by sagefine on Jun 3, 2007 20:46:36 GMT -5
The coutryside of Lonea Lake always facinated young Raphael. His hair glowed and bounced differently with every step his horse took towards his destination. He knew it was just over the hill ahead. Plenty of people in the surrounding village knew where it was. Though they seemed less happy to tell him... and even more so when he told them that he was assigned as the new Butler to the family of the White Rose.
From what he could tell, the town was prosperous, streets were paved, houses built correctly, the prices were reasonable. He saw a beautifully chisled rose that was bleached white on every building, it gave the town a sense of unity to him, and it was the symbol of the family of the White Rose. He saw nothing wrong with it. In fact he kind of enjoyed being in a town like this, it reminded him of his own home. He sighed as his horse trotted along, how he wished he could see home again. With his mother and father sitting there smiling... but more importantly, his own sister... which he had never seen before. He had a mental image of her, she would have a light shade of brown hair, like her father... but a face like mother. If that were the case, he wondered how many men would be chasing after her when she grew older. This lightened his mood.
He saw that he was nearing the top of the hill, and about to gaze upon probably where he'd stay for the rest of his life. His horse came to a stop, and he looked down the small hill. There right in the middle of town, was a large field, beautiful trees were beginning to bloom fruit flowers, hundreds of wildflowers and even planted ones seemed to be thriving there. The rose bushes along a small path that led to the door of the mansion were starting to bud, they were large enough he could make them out from where he stood. Promising very good roses when they bloomed.
The mansion itself just seemed to grow larger and larger as he approached. It was done in an old worldly fashion... almost french decor on the outside. The windows were large and promised plenty of natural sunlight for those living inside. He slid of his horse and began to tidy himself, including the straightening of his jacket. He looked at the door itself. It was an intricute design of a rose vine, however the inlay was done in gold, giving it a sheen and a quality he'd never imagined a door could have. Obviously this was a very wealthy family. He blinked at this, the smile continuing to grow as he realised this wouldn't be as bad as he thought. He took off one of his white riding gloves and reached to knock on the door.
From what he could tell, the town was prosperous, streets were paved, houses built correctly, the prices were reasonable. He saw a beautifully chisled rose that was bleached white on every building, it gave the town a sense of unity to him, and it was the symbol of the family of the White Rose. He saw nothing wrong with it. In fact he kind of enjoyed being in a town like this, it reminded him of his own home. He sighed as his horse trotted along, how he wished he could see home again. With his mother and father sitting there smiling... but more importantly, his own sister... which he had never seen before. He had a mental image of her, she would have a light shade of brown hair, like her father... but a face like mother. If that were the case, he wondered how many men would be chasing after her when she grew older. This lightened his mood.
He saw that he was nearing the top of the hill, and about to gaze upon probably where he'd stay for the rest of his life. His horse came to a stop, and he looked down the small hill. There right in the middle of town, was a large field, beautiful trees were beginning to bloom fruit flowers, hundreds of wildflowers and even planted ones seemed to be thriving there. The rose bushes along a small path that led to the door of the mansion were starting to bud, they were large enough he could make them out from where he stood. Promising very good roses when they bloomed.
The mansion itself just seemed to grow larger and larger as he approached. It was done in an old worldly fashion... almost french decor on the outside. The windows were large and promised plenty of natural sunlight for those living inside. He slid of his horse and began to tidy himself, including the straightening of his jacket. He looked at the door itself. It was an intricute design of a rose vine, however the inlay was done in gold, giving it a sheen and a quality he'd never imagined a door could have. Obviously this was a very wealthy family. He blinked at this, the smile continuing to grow as he realised this wouldn't be as bad as he thought. He took off one of his white riding gloves and reached to knock on the door.