The Servant Of Chaos (WIP-New Part Every Monday/Friday)

Chapter V | Part 3

The carriage ride was nothing uncommon. Synthia had quickly headed up to her apartment to change, once again, into a more elegant gown. She came down with her hair woven into an elegant bun and wearing a puffy lilac dress. It was the latest in high-class fashion, probably imported all the way from France or Spain.

Caleb had struggled to keep his mouth from falling open. The dress, with the extravagant shoulders, tight corset and wide hips, made Synthia as much justice as anything could. Besides, the pastel color really went along with her fair skin and pinkish lips.

"Drop the stair. It's not a gentleman's." She snapped her fingers to bring Caleb's attention from her breasts back to her eyes.

"Do excuse me, it's just... you look flattering, that's all," he had said, and then guided her onto the ride.

Now, they were just arriving at their destination. The driver had given them a surprised look when Caleb had told him where to drive, surely because he had not expected two well-dressed people to have somewhere to go in that area. Still, he had driven them, no questions asked.

Caleb took Synthia's hand and helped her unmount the cart. He paid the driver and sent him off into the city again.

She hooked her arm into his. They engaged in conversation while walking the steps up to the door.

"Welcome to my home, Mrs. Claire." Caleb waved over the small, suburban house.

"Mrs.?" Synthia asked curiously. "I'm not married."

"Quite a shame for your previous suitors, yet such a bliss for those who have yet to try."

"Is that supposed to entail something, Mister Silverhood?"

"Do not fret over that query, for time will reveal the answer."

"Such mystery, sir, for a simple enough question?" She pushed him for answers.

"I do like my mates on edge, always wondering about the next chapter."

"Chapter... If I may follow your analogy, where are we in our story right now?"

"Darling, we haven't even finished the first phrase." He winked.

The door opened as he turned the knob and motioned for her to go inside. She complied and took in the small place as she went.

Being used to luxurious, anglican houses, she was thoroughly surprised by the size of this house. Even though she usually restrained herself from being like every other spoiled brat of the high society, she couldn't imagine how someone as delicate and polite as Caleb could live in such place.

"It's not here," Caleb said.

She turned to him and noticed that he had gone across the room to a coffee table.

"Might you remind me of what its is you're searching for?"

Caleb sighed.

"Two days ago I discovered that my mother had kept an endearingly important secret from me. My father, as I have not yet told you, left this household when I was a little child, leaving nothing but my tuition and an amulet for me to wear. Or at least, that's what I thought."

"What do you mean?"

"My mother had kept this part a secret until two nights ago. The night of the August Ball. My father, months after his departure, sent a chest, like a pirate's crate, for me to inherit when I turned sixteen. She, of course, didn't follow those instructions."

"She wanted to protect you," Synthia supplied.

"I don't see how isolating me from a connection to my father could be deemed protective."