Aster Vow
Business Calls
Meena quietly stared out the window of the carriage bustling through the crowded streets of London. A few more strides and soon they would find themselves on country road. Her husband, Harold, lay sleeping in her lap. He was rather exhausted from the events of the previous weeks. First the loss of the curry contest, then a run in with assassins, and finally the nightmares of that terrifying encounter that plagued him ever since left the man constantly weary.
It was amazing they both survived the ordeal. Had it not been for some local bobby’s enjoying their off time at the Curry festival, that woman with the massive clubs would have surely cut their lives short. Meena managed to come out unscathed but her husband had taken several blows. Underneath his fine garments were layers of bandages tightly woven around his ribcage for he sustained two cracked ribs but thankfully there was no internal bleeding. However the assailants escaped and were still at large. Harold wanted to have Ciel Phantomhive prosecuted but her husband couldn’t outright accused the Earl of conspiring to kill him. There was no solid connection to him other than the word of the attackers themselves. Going to the Yard would have no doubt been a mistake too, least he have his wrong doings exposed or worst yet incur the Queen’s wrath for having her dog thrown in jail.
Still they had their lives. Meena gently rubbed his blond locks in silence while thanking the goddess Lakshmi for their uncanny luck. Now it seemed the goddess was bringing them another blessing. Even Injured he was still a businessman and a trader, and now business was taking them to the outskirts of England. The exotic lady sighed as her delicate gold Ohrinnges dangled about her ears. The news of who his customer was made her anxious and extremely nervous. For it seemed the Queen’s other hidden hand had an interest in Harold’s Trading newest acquisition, New Moon Drop Tea.
The cityscape slowly turned into quiet meadows and grassland. ‘I rather not deal with this,’ she thought to herself still looking outside the window. She wanted to escape her lowly fate as a servant so she married Mr. West, but instead of finding happiness in the arms of wealth another loathsome beast reared its head. Simply put the rich had crooked dealings. The swarthy beauty quickly learned that anyone with power only had it because they lied, stole from others, or forced their hand. Even though these methods went against her humble upbringing she would have to learn them if she was ever to achieve her ambitions.
Her husband groaned in his sleep. ‘Another nightmare,’ Meena frowned and took out a small cloth to wipe the growing sweat from his brow.