CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

THE BALL

As the day of the ball approached quite swiftly in the sight of Elliot, he was filled with questions about what he had heard his father said about having a choice for him already. The more he tried to get his mind off it, the more he realized how interested he was and his curiosity eventually got the best of him.

“Father, there is something that I have been meaning to ask you” Elliot said as they ate in the dining hall, there was only one maid and one guard standing a few yards from the big table as the father and son ate in silence, Ivan looked at his son and saw that he was actually solemn about what he wanted to say.

“Leave us” Ivan signaled to the guard and the maid, when they were alone; Ivan grinned at his son.

“Elliot, my boy. You have grown up to be quite a fine young man and the look in your eyes is far from the innocent look that you used to have when you were little” Ivan toyed with his son’s conscience but Elliot was unwavering.

“Yeah, growing up will do that to a