#rolf gray

This story begins in London, 1890. Arthur and Henry Gray, children of Lord Rolf and Lady Beatrice Gray, fell from a wagon on a busy street. The night was extremely pleasant, unusual for the end of winter. The snow had begun to melt and the urchins of the street tight threw mud on those who ventured pass through them and not give them a penny. "Do not touch me, you plague." the older brother, Arthur, kicked the face of a boy who looked no more than six years, trying to steal some gold. "Son of a devil! Damned! "The boy, with his chin bloodied, began cursing.

"Look, Harry, London has only worsened in that time you were out. These urchins ... you have to be this way or until they steal your last penny. "Arthur said to his brother, who looked around and tried to walk as fast as possible. "Tell me, Arthur, why are we here?" Henry asked, beginning to be scared with the street. Besides being tight, the urchins and beggars were a majority in the street, giving a sinister look to it. The boys with mischievous and sad eyes. Beggars would make anyone tremble with their looks sickly, unkempt hair and ragged clothes. But what were almost worse than the beggars were the males, young and old, dressed as shaggy as the beggars; they leave the bars with women laughing, drunk and in little clothing.

Arthur laughed at the expression of his brother and opened the door of an old inn, leaving a lively music in the air flow. Henry came in front of his brother, but waited for him to choose one of the few empty tables. When Arthur sat down, immediately, a woman with heavy makeup and tight dress sat on his lap and left a bottle of gin on the table. She gave a warm kiss on the older Gray and Henry turned his face. "Who is that cute?" She asked, her voice thin and wily. Henry looked at his brother. "My brother, he just arrived from a dull season in Yorkshire. He needs to have some fun. "Arthur's smile was malicious. Henry understood well what he meant, but ignored it. "Um, I should know. He has your eyes ... and if wear the hair shorter, he would be much more like you. " "Ha, Harry has the beauty of the family, thank goodness ... Serve the gin, Jena."

After the woman served the drink, Arthur turned the glass at once and soon got tangled in the woman. Henry did his best not to look at the intimacy of his brother, but the scenes that surrounded them were more harsh than his brother kissing the woman wildly. His only alternative was to hold his eyes on the door and expect do not see worse scenes. The song stayed up smothering the noises and grunts coming from the rooms, and the scandalous laughs of women who drank around them. Arthur took many drinks, although Henry has not drunk nor the first. "What do you look so much?" Complained Arthur, seeing his brother so quiet. "Who is she?" Harry spoke of a person with a long cape. She had entered recently and headed to the counter, without looking at anything. She took off her hood and her long red hair shone in the dim light of candles around her. The woman was beautiful. He could not help but sigh. "She's not from here." Jena, the prostitute, responded with clear contempt for the young woman.

"Of course she is not from here. She is Lady Alice Masters. "Arthur said, as if it were an obvious thing, and with an unusual admiration in his voice. "Oh, that's why she always come here with Tony .." But Henry would not listen. He was hypnotized by the beauty of the girl. He could not see her face, but her profile was great. She spoke with the owner of the brothel / inn with a sweet impatience never seen before. She did not turn at any time, kept arguing with the man. Harry wanted so badly to see his face, but never would have enough courage to talk to her. If he was uncomfortable of just looking at her ... "Come on, Harry, drink this at once." "Uh, sure" Henry turned the cup, he just could feel the burning the throat drink, and put everything out, making Arthur and the laugh prostitute. He wiped his mouth, half embarrassed, and turned to look at the woman again. She was laughing quietly, but laughing. The younger Gray smiled. She stopped laughing when he realized he was smiling at her. She turned serious and looked toward the table of Gray. Her silver eyes focused on his brown eyes. She was absorbed, but their contact was bothered by a male voice that shouted her name.

"Allie!" The drunk, redheaded, walked over to her, bumping into the shoulder of Henry. She held the man's arms and rolled her eyes, in a sign that he was upset, but the gesture was forgotten when she gave a half smile. She changed the look of the man and stared Henry, her eyes shone. The eye-contact of them was so intense that the man in front of her had to yell her name. She blinked, took one last look at Henry, (blushing wildly), and pulled the man with her out of the bar. Harry took a while to get back to reality. I had never seen eyes as silver as hers, nor seen a shy smile as gentle as hers. "Well, you have lost your chance." Jena said and Harry looked at her. "You did not want me to talk to her like that ..." "Spare me your shyness as a teenager, Henry. Love is an illusion. Life must be lived with pleasure "Arthur interfered with a mixed air of relaxation and mange. He stood up, pulling the woman with him. "Where you going?" Henry asked, arching his eyebrows at his brother. "Live life with pleasure, little brother."