Morgana, her best friend, told her to keep it. Take it like the gift that was necessitated. And Gwen seriously had thought of keeping it moments after learning of its extraordinary worth. After all she found it in an abandoned room of the house she cleaned. She was told no one ever went in there. And it didn’t need her tending to. So why was she there? Honestly she had gotten lost within the big mansion. And there it was at the back of the room, beneath a large crack that opened up a section of the wall.
Getting an assessment from her other friend Merlin who knew stones and minerals, she was told it was worth a large sum of money. Merlin said it was one of the rarest stones he’d ever seen. It was beautiful too, with mixtures of blue and silver color.
She could have quit her job and no one would have known the better.
No one but her heart and conscience. So now Gwen made the way up the steps to where her employer lived. Although he wasn’t cruel, he also seemed quite unhappy. He smiled so little and he seemed to care about so little, but work. It was like he was in some listless state.
She was told by the other women that worked there he was nothing more but a sour puss. Gwen wondered though. After all he was terribly handsome and young of age, with blonde locks of hair and beyond those wire framed glasses he often wore while reading a book, were the bluest of eyes.
That was another thing that made her curious about him. Not so much the glasses or eyes, but the fact that he liked to read so much. She did too. Of course along with it he hunted and exercised, often taking a ride on the horses of his vast ranch. Alone usually.
It was the most peculiar thing though. When he was reading, nothing else seemed to take his attention. Every facet of his mind, his concentration was fixed upon whatever book was in his hand.
Gwen carefully made her way to his room, going for the bold, because if she didn’t do it, she’d probably try to run out of the house with it still in her clutch.
“Excuse me.”
He wasn’t reading this time, just staring out the window that would be full of dust if it wasn’t for her and the eleven other workers who tended to his vast estate.
She watched as he turned around with those blue beautiful, but empty eyes. “Yes.”
They were just about half covered with his glasses now as they were sort of hanging off his nose. It was a bit amusing and Gwen had to fight off her titters of laughter wanting to escape.
“Yes?” He asked again more strongly this time.
Gwen wondered for a moment. So many of the workers said he wasn’t a pleasant man. But once when her little sister was terribly sick Gwen went to him personally to ask that she receive a day off to take her to hospital. He looked at her for a few moments with what seemed inquiry before raising his hand and saying softly. “Yes. That will be fine.”
Gwen knew then this man wasn’t cruel or cold. Just devoid of something. Maybe this?
“Mr. Pendragon, I should give my apologies. I went into the room that I’ve been told is basically abandoned. I wasn’t prying, just lost.”
A small smile cracked at his lips as he removed his glasses. “Yes. That’s possible in this big house.”
“Well I found this.” She lifted it up to him, the jewel that Merlin told her could fetch a large sum of cash. “And I hasten to say I did take it from this house.”
All his attention was on the jewel until she said those words. “You tried to steal it?”
Gwen shook her head. “I wanted it appraised. I have a very good friend who knows stones and minerals inside and out. “He told me it’s worth about a million dollars.”
He was gazing at the jewel again. “It’s worth a fair share more than that.”
Gwen nodded, walking forward to give it to him, but then she stopped. His glasses off revealed those handsome blue eyes. And his hands were shaking. “Mr. Pendragon?”
She did it audaciously, but caringly, placing the jewel down on a nearby table and reaching out for his hands, until their bigness was in her small ones. They were a tiny bit rough, but also well kept. And they felt warm as they touched hers.
Part I: Hard Choice
Morgana, her best friend, told her to keep it. Take it like the gift that was necessitated. And Gwen seriously had thought of keeping it moments after learning of its extraordinary worth. After all she found it in an abandoned room of the house she cleaned. She was told no one ever went in there. And it didn’t need her tending to. So why was she there? Honestly she had gotten lost within the big mansion. And there it was at the back of the room, beneath a large crack that opened up a section of the wall.
Getting an assessment from her other friend Merlin who knew stones and minerals, she was told it was worth a large sum of money. Merlin said it was one of the rarest stones he’d ever seen. It was beautiful too, with mixtures of blue and silver color.
She could have quit her job and no one would have known the better.
No one but her heart and conscience. So now Gwen made the way up the steps to where her employer lived. Although he wasn’t cruel, he also seemed quite unhappy. He smiled so little and he seemed to care about so little, but work. It was like he was in some listless state.
She was told by the other women that worked there he was nothing more but a sour puss. Gwen wondered though. After all he was terribly handsome and young of age, with blonde locks of hair and beyond those wire framed glasses he often wore while reading a book, were the bluest of eyes.
That was another thing that made her curious about him. Not so much the glasses or eyes, but the fact that he liked to read so much. She did too. Of course along with it he hunted and exercised, often taking a ride on the horses of his vast ranch. Alone usually.
It was the most peculiar thing though. When he was reading, nothing else seemed to take his attention. Every facet of his mind, his concentration was fixed upon whatever book was in his hand.
Gwen carefully made her way to his room, going for the bold, because if she didn’t do it, she’d probably try to run out of the house with it still in her clutch.
“Excuse me.”
He wasn’t reading this time, just staring out the window that would be full of dust if it wasn’t for her and the eleven other workers who tended to his vast estate.
She watched as he turned around with those blue beautiful, but empty eyes. “Yes.”
They were just about half covered with his glasses now as they were sort of hanging off his nose. It was a bit amusing and Gwen had to fight off her titters of laughter wanting to escape.
“Yes?” He asked again more strongly this time.
Gwen wondered for a moment. So many of the workers said he wasn’t a pleasant man. But once when her little sister was terribly sick Gwen went to him personally to ask that she receive a day off to take her to hospital. He looked at her for a few moments with what seemed inquiry before raising his hand and saying softly. “Yes. That will be fine.”
Gwen knew then this man wasn’t cruel or cold. Just devoid of something. Maybe this?
“Mr. Pendragon, I should give my apologies. I went into the room that I’ve been told is basically abandoned. I wasn’t prying, just lost.”
A small smile cracked at his lips as he removed his glasses. “Yes. That’s possible in this big house.”
“Well I found this.” She lifted it up to him, the jewel that Merlin told her could fetch a large sum of cash. “And I hasten to say I did take it from this house.”
All his attention was on the jewel until she said those words. “You tried to steal it?”
Gwen shook her head. “I wanted it appraised. I have a very good friend who knows stones and minerals inside and out. “He told me it’s worth about a million dollars.”
He was gazing at the jewel again. “It’s worth a fair share more than that.”
Gwen nodded, walking forward to give it to him, but then she stopped. His glasses off revealed those handsome blue eyes. And his hands were shaking. “Mr. Pendragon?”
She did it audaciously, but caringly, placing the jewel down on a nearby table and reaching out for his hands, until their bigness was in her small ones. They were a tiny bit rough, but also well kept. And they felt warm as they touched hers.
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