From Emma to Jerry

When our souls meet in the other world and be able to live in peace,

Our pure love will last until then.

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When you look at a wide, beautiful field full of life , all you will think about is going and lying down, and what will come to your mind is the beauty and purity of the clouds.

Most likely, this is what some people will think, but not Thomas. The first person who came to the young nobleman’s mind was Emma, ​​the beautiful maid, who will never know what she is thinking!!

Thomas is the youngest son of the Müller family, a large, prominent family known for its greatness and great contribution to the era of Hitler. Despite the brutality of the members of this family and their being called Liones due to the extreme roughness of their character, Thomas was different, with his calm nature, the strength of his resolve, and his thinking of strategies to prevent war. Even when you look at his blond hair, which he inherited from his mother, his long, golden eyelashes, and his sleepy sky eyes, you will not think that he is from Muller, as the men of this family are characterized by black, thick hair and brutal blue eyes that When they look at something, you almost think that they will prey on it.

Thomas ran to the willow tree to find Emma had fallen asleep on an old, dilapidated notebook. He woke her up with a quiet voice and she stared at him warily: Do you want something, sir??

Thomas: Nothing special, I was walking around the field when I saw you and decided greeting you.

Emma in a calm voice: I'll go to do my work, sorry for being lazy.

Thomas ok see you later!

Thomas stayed for about two minutes, looking at Emma in her black dress, her short, dark golden hair that reached her shoulders, and her taut, tall figure with a thin waist and small shoulders.

“I think it's more than a meter and a half long,” Thomas whispered to himself.

Thomas stayed in his office for part of the afternoon to add the final touches to his older brother Ron's reports.  Minutes later, there were two soft knocks on the door.

“Come in,” Thomas said, finding his father himself, who had come to talk to him.

Thomas looked at his father happily and exclaimed: What is the great father doing here??

The father looked at him sarcastically and told him: Stop your funny acts, I already know what you are thinking.

A sarcastic smile appeared on Thomas's face: What do you want, dear father?

He answered: Sir Radcliffe's daughter Elizabeth and her brother will come to visit us today.

Thomas said: Get to the point. Do you want me to meet that girl?? The father looked out of the corner of his eyes: I love your great intelligence. If you spoil tonight, I will exile you from the Mueller family.

Thomas laughed loudly: Do you think I would like to be part of this family? If this is my mother’s wish, I will implement it. Otherwise, you can delete my name from your sacred family tree.

“Don’t worry about it your mother who wished that you marry Elizabeth before her death,” the father said that and then he left.

Thomas muttered to himself: That stupid family, who wants to be part of a family of murderers?

Then he looked at the opposite wall, where a large painting was placed, decorated along its frame, and in the middle of the upper section hung a thin ribbon bearing at the end of a blue jewel tending to gray and greying with some light green. This jewel was placed above the pure, painted forehead of a very beautiful girl with radiant golden hair. Light green eyes, “How could my beautiful mother fall in love with this idiot!!” Thomas growled, his eyebrows furrowed as he contemplated the painting of his mother. He looked at the jewel and said, “I think the color of Emma’s eyes is the same as that jewel.” He continued, muttering, “What if Emma were from a noble family! What would she look like? She would certainly be very beautiful, even more beautiful than her.” “Mom, I want to see her so bad!” He jumped up from his chair to look for her.

Emma bent down to pick up the laundry and hang it out, “Can I help you?” Thomas whispered with a wide smile. Emma replied: Aren't you busy, young sir?

I told you a hundred times not to call me little, I already have feelings. Thomas said annoyed.

Emma laughed secretly, then looked at Thomas: What would you like me to call you, little sir? He answered her with determination: Thomas would be fine!

But this is inappropriate, young sir. Don't embarrass me in front of your brothers!

Thomas curled his lower lip: Fine, as you wish, but please do'nt say little I'm beganing you.

She said: Okay, as you wish, young sir. Thomas sighed tiredly, "You're kidding me!"

I almost forgot, the Radcliffes are visiting us today at six o'clock, can you smuggle me out this time?

Emma: No, your father actually came and warned me, I don’t want to get into trouble because of you!! Also, I heard that Elizabeth is very beautiful. Why don't you try to meet her? You have nothing to lose by doing this.

Thomas hummed: You're right, but I've already loved a girl! Emma opened her mouth and said, “The young master has finally fallen in love with a girl?” And who is this lucky lady?

Thomas looked in annoyance: “You really don’t know?” Emma looked in astonishment: “Am I supposed to know her? I only know the servants here and you certainly won’t fall in love with a maid,” she said sarcastically.

"What's wrong with loving a maid? Isn't she a girl too?" He replied.

“Young Master, you already know what’s wrong with that, don’t entangle a simple maid with your impossible love.”

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"Emma!! Where are you? It's time to prepare lunch.." the butler shouted.

It seems I have to go back... Sir Thomas, think about it calmly and don't make a hasty decision... Goodbye.

Thomas kept listening to Emma's footsteps until she disappeared...