First stop: Calling with Louisa
He had not wanted to come… He shouldn’t have come to England. But he had to. He had to after, in his dreams, his sister ghost had seen him—it was not a usual nightmare that involved her ghost. It was peaceful this time; she had only stared at him and wrapped him in a hug, and Klaus wished he could have stayed in that hug forever. She was not real; it was a dream, but her touch felt all too real, and Klaus wanted to stay in the dreamworld forever. But he could because his sister had told him to wake up and reminded him that Dough, their younger brother, needed him and that he should go back to England. He was not really pleased with the idea of returning to England, but he had to because the ghost, whom he still calls a sister, told him in his dreams that he had to go back to England and because Lady Maisie was debuting. It’s been so long since he has seen her physically. It’s been so long since he has seen any of his English friends physically, now that he thinks of it. He felt awful. What type of friend was he?
What type of friend abandons their friends? He could have come to visit, but he did not, because he had been so caught up in drinking and boxing and being the old Klaus for Dough that he had not wished to go back to England, especially since England did indeed have many good moments for him, but the feeling of leaving Germany and leaving the place where his sister is buried made his stomach churn. He had gone to England some days before the Queen’s Ball; it was a quiet arrival as Klaus did not really visit anyone. He had not slept well, and he had no wish to see his friends with bags under their eyes and looking unhealthy. He had told his father he would not be going to the queen ball, and his father, always the loving man, truly loved his father. No matter what, Klaus agreed and said it was for the best as Klaus did not have to marry this year. He was still young, and there was still so much to learn, which Klaus had agreed with. He had spent the day of the Queen’s Ball with his brother, playing with him and chatting with him—just so he could prove to Dough that he was still there. It was his way of saying, ‘Don’t worry, Dough, you shall never lose your brother, the same way you lost your sister’, Klaus could not fail another sibling, and he knew how much it hurt Dough to see the way Klaus had turned out, so he tried, tried to pretend like he did not change, tried to pretend that he was not a shadow of his former self. He pretended he was still the old bubbly, overly friendly Klaus, and he thought he was doing a good job of pretending, but he was not. Or, at least to his brother, he was not.
The next day, after the queen’s ball.Klaus had wanted to see all his friends again- even the once that did not truly consider him first. He had started with Ms. Louisa Brantley, why? He did not know, he just could not see Lady Maisie right now, after yes but not now. Louisa had not been the most fond of him, but she had always been nicer to him compared to how he had seen her treat everyone else and he really wanted to see her- thank her for everything. Thank her for existing as funny as it sounds, and Thank her for being his friend though she might not consider herself that. Klaus had left the house, in a light green suit- his family colors- oh how proud he was to be a Shafer, a lovely lineage with loving people and Klaus was more than proud of his family. He had wrapped homemade wine in a box to see his old friend- he knew that she enjoyed to drink and what better gift to give her that wine from his family?
He hoped it made her happy… but it was ok if it didn’t, she probably got better gifts from people or perhaps she did not drink anymore. Oh Lord, if it was the last part that would be embarrassing. Would it truly be a good idea to bring wine?? Think Think Klaus-He couldn’t think, in moments like this he wished he had Liebe to advice him, she always gave the best of advice but she was no longer here. He sighed and had asked his mother instead what she thought of the gift he was going to gift to Louisa, she had told him to go ahead- it was a good gift. But was it truly? Was she not just saying it because she was his mother and because it was family wine?
Liebe was always honest.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he arrived at the Brantley door. His nerves were wracking with every step he took- maybe he should turn around. She probably did not want to see him, he was going to annoy her. Usually he wouldn’t mind being annoyance as it thought that sometimes it would bring a smile to louisa’s face even though she tried to hide it but would that still be the same? He was about to turn around- like the coward he was still something made him stand still.
Hearing the word coward in his head made him panick. Klaus Cian Shafer was not a coward, Klaus Cian Shafer was not a coward… Klaus Cian was not a coward… Klaus…
But maybe he was… No, no, no he was a shafer. He was the heir to the shafer line , he had done so much- Taking so much to allow the word coward to be able to define him. He frowned as he entered inside her house and saw Louisa just resting. He coughed to draw her attention, “I brought wine and myself” He offered her a meek smile as he laughed a bit, trying to create a positive atmosphere. “I’m back Miss Brantley” he said as if that was not the obvious. “Well… I mean you would already know that im back because you can see me… But i was just trying to- Ok i will shut up” he said laughing a bit awkwardly as he scratched his neck . “Can I… Can i sit down?” He asked as he waited for her to respond a little bit awkwardly.
“How have you been, Ms? I am sorry i left without a word, that was wrong of me.” Klaus said as he bowed his head.
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