Jan. 22 at 4:40 pm
Cecelia thought hard, her brow creasing in concentration. "Well, there was one time..." she said uncertainly. "His friends came for supper. They're all very politically involved. My brother supports - supported - the Emperor. He had a friend who didn't, they argued and he chucked him out. But that's it. He always seemed to be happy about everything else."
Jan. 22 at 5:01 pm
"Does this 'friend' have a name?" He had a bad feeling. This could get them both killed.
Jan. 22 at 5:07 pm
"I-I don't know..." Cecelia said mournfully. "I was never supposed to talk to his friends. My brother thought they would hurt me in some way. He was always very protective. Why do you need to know?"
Jan. 22 at 5:07 pm
"I-I don't know..." Cecelia said mournfully. "I was never supposed to talk to his friends. My brother thought they would hurt me in some way. He was always very protective. Why do you need to know?"
Jan. 22 at 6:10 pm
"Easier to get to the bottom of this, I guess. I suppose your brother was right. Don't get me wrong, you seem like you can protect yourself, but some siblings get a little too protective of their siblings-their younger siblings that is." He swallows. "Sometimes, it costs them.
Jan. 22 at 6:16 pm
"Easier to solve the mystery, I guess. I suppose your brother was right. Don't get me wrong. You seem like a girl who can take care of herself. Some siblings are protective of their siblings-younger siblings that is." He sighed. "Sometimes it costs though."
Jan. 23 at 1:49 am
"I don't think he got killed because of how protective he was of me," Cecelia said quickly. "I used to sneak into their dinner parties anyway, all the time. His friends saw me, but they didn't tell on me. They were nice. They used to slip me treats - honey cakes, yoyos, pictures. My brother never found out."
Jan. 24 at 4:42 pm
He wasn't talking about her brother with that last sentence. "Sounds like nice people. That still doesn't give much on what could be behind your brother's death."
Jan. 24 at 4:51 pm
"I don't know - nice people can sometimes be mean." Cecelia suddenly looked at him fearfully. "You're not going to turn out to be mean, are you?"
Jan. 24 at 5:53 pm
He laughed. "I'd surely be dead if I was mean. By that, I meant my sister would kill me if she heard I was being mean, especially to a female." He laughed a nervous laugh.
Jan. 25 at 2:09 am
Cecelia's eyes lit up. "You have a sister?" she asked excitedly. "How old is she?"
Jan. 25 at 8:03 am
"Twenty-seven. She left and got married at 18 when I turned 10. She raised me since she was eight. She lost out on a lot of men taking care of me, but this guy was .. is very deserving of her and I thank her. She's the closest thing to a mother I have." He cleared his throat. "Getting back on topic. There's nothing else you could think of that could have gotten your brother killed?"
Jan. 25 at 11:39 am
Cecelia shook her head. "Nothing other than politics. He had very strong beliefs and never knew when to shut up about them. He was always getting into fights with people he disagreed with."
Jan. 25 at 11:45 am
"Do you know who?" This could lead to somewhere, but they have to be very careful.
Jan. 25 at 11:48 am
"I don't know their names but I'd be able to recognise them if I saw them," Cecelia said confidently. "Why, do you have anyone in mind?"
Jan. 25 at 12:29 pm
"A couple in fact. My father had felt with people like that. Some 'youngins' trying to prove their worthwhile." He laughed at the memory.
Jan. 25 at 5:41 pm
Cecelia nodded. "That certainly sounds like them. I've thought about asking the servants if they've seen anything but it's as
Jan. 25 at 5:42 pm
**if they've been forbidden from talking to me."
Jan. 25 at 5:49 pm
"Out of all the servants, who do you trust the most? Who is the most willing to talk?" He didn't like where this was heading. Roadblock much.
Jan. 26 at 4:18 am
"Well, Lorcan, I suppose. He helps out in the kitchen and he's the same age as me," Lucy told him, smiling fondly. "Sometimes we sneak out and hide in the bushes and just talk for hours."