Summer had once again reached Camelot, and Mirabelle Lovell was quite happy about the fact. Sometimes her cousins would come and visit during the summer, and she always enjoyed them. The eldest cousin of Mira's was named Edmund, after his father, Mira's uncle. He, above all of the child's cousin, was her favorite. When he visited, he always had time for her, and made her feel special. The greatest part of his visits, were the presents.
Mirabelle sat cheerfuller in the lap of her nursemaid, Miss.Lina. The old woman was telling he a great story about a little fox, and his adventures. The blond giggled at the tale, and clapped when she was finished. The summer also brought on the annual departure of Miss.Lina. The older woman had a friend that she often traveled to see over the summer, because it was the only time the Lovell's aloud her to part from the house, and from their children. The Lovell's felt the nurse's absence would be nothing to worry about, because Mirabelle was the only one the woman tended too these days. The other Lovell children had outgrown a need for her. Knowing that family often visited, they saw little harm in giving Lina some time off.
Thus, when the next day came to pass, Mira's cousins arrived, and Lina departed. The child was thrilled to see them all, but as usual, she spent most of the day with Edmund. As she sat having her lunch, the child could never have guessed what was about to happen to her wonderful day.
It was probably of some surprise to people that Alec had acquaintances – he was not a very sociable sort, and his attempts, whenever they occurred, were largely unsuccessful. However, he did have them. As a noble, and a wealthy, well connected one at that, he was often expected to other young men of the same walk of life, and could do so well if he put his mind to it. This was perhaps not as often as his parents would like, and was made worse by the fact he was naturally disposed to be arrogant and inconsiderate, but he was more than capable, and had, over the years, managed to be efficient enough to have a select group of people he could correspond with, ask favours from and call upon.
The last option was what he had as his agenda on a particularly fine summer’s afternoon. Edmund was someone he had known for a few years – as a friend, he was very considerate it seemed to his family, and that considerateness passed onto him as well. Alec liked him very much, and especially because he had always appeared to him to be plainer than himself, as well as not as finely dressed. As such, when he heard that the man had arrived in Camelot, he had sent a letter with great speed, and had received the answer to the effect he would be delighted to see him that very afternoon.
Arriving at the home, he was told, unfortunately, Edmund had been called off rather suddenly, and would appreciate it if Alec would spend some time with his younger cousin. There was lunch in it for him until he could get to him, which might be a considerable way off. Alec, having really nothing better to do, was happy enough to oblige and entered the room where the child was sitting. Instead of the cold chicken, lovely on a sunny afternoon he found, he was expecting to see, there sat Mirabelle. If there was a child he never wanted to see again, it was that one. “What?!” he exclaimed, staring at her.