“What are you doing?” the figure growled.

“Dad!” Elena replied. “I was just going to take these to the market,” she insisted, standing and gesturing to her basket.

“Then why aren’t you at the market?”

“I was just paying this kind man my compliments,” Elena stated. She paused, but her father said nothing. “It’s his younger brother’s birthday today. He’s turning ten.” Elena continued. She then dropped her tone and said sadly, “Unfortunately, it may be his last. He’s dying.” At this, Elena turned to Asher and said “Isn't it just so unfortunate?” Asher could only nod his head, shocked at the sweet girl’s easy lies. Elena looked to her burly father, who seemed unimpressed.

“Asher, won’t you introduce yourself to my father?” Asher quickly stood and extended his hand, just as his father had taught him.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you sir. My name is Asher Beckett. I am very grateful your daughter was able to spare some time for me.” Asher could only hope his words were enough.

This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it.

“She didn’t have any time to spare,” the man retorted. He paused, and after considering Asher, shook his hand. “Beckett, huh? Pretty common name.”

Asher was taken aback. Common? His heritage was anything but common! He came from war generals, noble dukes and duchesses, great seamstresses and quilters, not common folk. He felt the need to defend himself, defend his ancestors, but all he could muster was a small murmur.

“My mother’s name was Carey.”

“What was that boy? You’re a Carey, you say?”

“Um, yes, sir. My mother was.”

“Huh.” What that could mean Asher had no idea.

“Well then. We should be on our way.” Elena’s father said. “Come on, Elena.” Elena began to leave but stopped and came towards Asher. She leaned in and whispered to him “Tomorrow, same time, but at your house. It’s just up this road right?” Asher nodded. “Okay, wait for me outside.” She kissed him on the cheek and said “See you tomorrow”

“See you tomorrow.” Asher whispered back. He watched her leave, then made his way back up the road to his house.

For now, the voices did not bother him. They did not bother him as he entered his house, or as his brother and father stayed silent, not asking any questions. They would not bother him for the rest of the day, as he celebrated his kid brother’s birthday.