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Duties of The Duchy
‘We should talk in your study.’ He says ‘sure.’ I say leading him to it two rooms down from the Kitchen so I peek at Sadie getting the dishes into the washer as we pass bye. Father can probably tell what we were doing in there from the swollen state of my lips and their wetness. I smile and open the door for him. He steps in and patrols it as though he was the police ‘she’s great isn’t she?’ I state excitedly ‘she is something.’ He admits looking at the dollar sign on my wall ‘what is this?’ he probes ‘my Cd collection.’ I reveal smiling at the look on Hughes’ face when I told him to fix it here.
He frowns at the green dollar that I fed my hip hop Cds to. He turns to me with the frown ‘we can’t allow you to continue like this.’ He announces ‘like what?’ I pry ‘like an unkempt libertine with no manners or brains!’ he hisses pointing at my hair ‘I like it flying around like this.’ I assure him ‘it’s incorrect Herve! You are twenty four! You need to get done with this phase already!’ he declares ‘what phase?’ I investigate tetchily ‘if it was Sadie who was adapting to another culture and discarding her duties it would be expected! She has no roots! She doesn’t know where she’s from! Such people can go soul searching! But you! My son! The next duke of Angelford! You who knows your history from a thousand years back! I simply cannot comprehend why you are in this position! I demand that you desist and revert back to us! Your family!’ he hisses in haughty whispers
‘My duties?’ I probe crossly as mother walks in ‘she took it!’ she announces as I glare at her ‘she took what?!’ I demand ‘the blank cheque we gave her to leave you.’ Father states. Something in my chest tightens ‘she wasn’t worth you.’ Mother says softly ‘now that this is done we ought to seize receiving fretful reports about you.’ Father says taking a breather. She took the cheque and ran?? That doesn’t sound like Sadie at all!! ‘Son, you’re the next duke and she’s a vagabond in search of world peace. Be glad we’re done with her before she can pin you down with a child.’ Mother says ‘that’s that. We expect you to get back to your duties then.’ Father says ‘
‘what duties???’ I growl at him ‘as the next Duke you owe it to us to be well mannered and a worthy representation for your duchy.’ He states ‘I OWE it to you?? What have you ever done for me to make me OWE you anything???!!! What??? Enlighten me father because as far as I can recall all I have been doing is paying you back for this GRAND FAVOUR!!!!!’ I bellow at him, trying to untie the knot in my chest by releasing as much air as I can
‘HERVE!’ mother shrieks in shock ‘WHAT???’ I yell ‘DON’T SHOUT AT YOU MOTHER!!’ father shouts at me ‘TAKE THE DUCHY AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS!! IF I HAVE TO GIVE UP MY SOUL AND MY HAPINESS FOR A STUPID TITLE THEN YOU CAN FUCKING KEEP IT! GIVE IT TO ANATOLE OR HUGHES I DON’T CARE!!! I’M DONE!!!’ I roar at him and stomp out of the study with a loud bang of the door. She took the money??? Why would she do that??? She’s not materialistic at all!! She’s not the type to do that!! Or is she?? I furrow my brow and try to regain perception and control of my brain but everything seems muddled, the knot moving up and down as I heave in anger and fallacy.
I walk towards the loggia, needing some air to cool my body which felt like it was short circuiting ‘and I’ve always wanted an island like Richard Virgin.’ Anatole is saying ‘and a Porsche in candy pink for Francesca.’ He adds as I slip the curtain open to find him seated there talking animatedly to Sadie as she jots what he is saying down ‘how about a Lamborghini for you?’ she suggests ‘didn’t I say that?’ he wonders as I slide the door open with a smile on my face. They turn to me
‘Babe, great news, we won the lottery.’ She lightly says flashing the cheque at me as I grab her wrist and pull her to her feet, ‘Anatole shut your eyes.’ I instruct pressing her against me and taking her lips into mine with the intent of not ever having to breathe. She grunts and I groan as I devour the woman like a painting of the last supper was the last time I had seen a meal! She succumbs so wondrously, our bodies chatting each other up like soul mates as my fingers dig into her waist and her back arcs for me, our tongues teasing and taunting each other like a game of Marco polo that was inundating to the senses to say the least, my loins about to jump out of my crotch and attack her with the animal-like urges I was trying to understand as my hands frantically travel between her behind and her thighs and her breasts then into her hair, not sure which to adore first and which to save for later .
With a moan like sunshine, her legs swing off the ground and round my waist ‘this is the part where I disappear before I have to see Herve naked.’ Anatole says behind us. Sadie pulls back and turns to him with a smile ‘is your list done?’ she pries ‘add one more thing; I want you as my wife.’ He says with a bow. She smiles ‘I’m not sure you can buy me sweetie.’ She says tenderly ‘I can always try. G’bye brother.’ He says to me with a playful salute ‘Bye Bro. I’ll see you around.’ I vow with a salute. ‘That was a success.’ She lightly says studying my face with a smile ‘I love you.’ I gravely realize...
