Chapter One

11 years later…

Amelia went out to the garden. The flowers smelled so wonderful this time of year. She was so distracted that she didn't hear the footsteps come up behind her until there were arms wrapped around her.

As she turned, she smiled up into the face of her dearest friend, Quintus. He smiled down at her, but he had a strange look in his eyes, as it he had something to hide from her, which in fact he did, but it was hidden for a reason.

He just wanted to enjoy this day, because he knew the joy wouldn't last for much longer.

But never mind that. He had Amelia in his arms, and didn't plan on letting her to for a while.

Amelia squinted at him. "What's wrong, Quintus?"

He shook his head. "Nothing. Are you enjoying my flowers?"

Amelia laughed. "Like you really have to ask that question."

She turned once again in his arms and laid her head on his chest. Taking a deep breath, she added, " I always have. It's the best part of the entire house."

Quintus rested his chin on her head. "I'm glad."

They stood like that for a few minutes, just drinking in the sunlight. It was a beautiful day, and neither was ready to let it go quickly.

But they had to get back to work eventually. So they parted. Both were disappointed, but both knew their duties.

As Amelia entered the house, she heard her mothers voice call to her. "Amelia! I hope haven't been hanging out with that slave boy again."

"Momma, you know he's much more then that to me." Amelia replied.

Her mother looked disgruntled. "Yes, and it's something I plan to train out of you. You can't just go cavorting around with slaves! You could bring shame unto our whole family…"

After a while, Amelia just tuned her mother out.

The day started great, but was slowly going downhill.

Amelia wondered what Quintus was hiding from her.

The End

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