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10th of April, 1815
~ Kew Palace, The Ballroom ~
Lord Solomon Davenport
~ Kew Palace, The Ballroom ~
Lord Solomon Davenport
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โIchabodโฆโ The name drew slowly from his lips, each syllable enunciated as though he was speaking it aloud for the very first time. His gaze never left his drink, instead raising it for closer inspection, as if mesmerised. โIchabod. Do you know what Ichabod means?โ He allowed a pause for him to think, though he wasnโt waiting for an answer. โIt means, without glory.โ
Finally, he turned his attention to his youngest son, boring into him with his deep, piercing eyes. โI have given you twenty one years of life, and still I wait for the day I can say it was worth it,โ he uttered in a low voice. โYear after year, chance upon chance. I give you everything. You have everything. And what have you done with it all?โ
Just as long as he had avoided making eye contact with the young man, he now refused to free him from it. He drank blindly from his glass, trapping his son in an austere gaze. โI shall be dead before any of you bring any kind of glory to our family. None of you followed in my footsteps - perhaps because you knew you would not be strong enough to survive it. I can only hope you will marry a lady who is smart and sensible, so that my grandchildren may stand a chance.โ
A commotion on the dancefloor managed to steal his attention and he finally took his eyes off his son. Watching everybody fuss over the fallen dancers made him chuckle. He enjoyed the scene for a few moments longer until he all too suddenly grew sick of his sonโs presence, and a scowl replaced his laughter. โGo,โ he commanded, using his cane to smack the back of Ichabodโs calves. โMake yourself a fool like the rest of them. I have not the energy to expect higher of you.โ
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