The orchestra band started with their new piece. Now, slower tempo than the first one to align with the theme of the earl and his Feledencian escort, who was clad with elegant ballgown and astonishingly adorned with expensive shimmering gems especially the little floral flowers on her head.
Resting her soft as fabric palms on top of Lord Syford’s left shoulder, Lady Francesca extended the remaining free arm to the side midair. The earl graciously caught her free hand in the air and intertwined it with his callous palms, soothing his arms to relax.
The Feledencian woman was quite the beauty a man could ever ask for in this lifetime. With her perfectly beautiful, strong yet delicate facial features, not to mention her auburn fierce curly hairs; twined with her naturally curvy shape; and an interesting personality, Lord Syford seems to forget all his aristocratic misgivings about the system of nobility.
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In an instant the feeling of defeat she was feeling few moments ago suddenly disappeared as if fading with the sounds of his name coming from her own tongue. Great! The effect was something never anticipated. Francesca could feel her nerves and impulse slowly calming. ‘How can his name have such effect on me?’ she wondered.“And yours my lady?” Lord Syford asked back to hear the introductory monologue of the Feledencian woman with a radiating smile registered on his face brought about by the pleasure of hearing her say such words he long to hear after three long years of his loss.Lady Francesca was quick to get back on her wits upon hearing him ask for hers. “Francesca. Francesca of House Chandler, the only daughter of the late duke of Feledencia. My mother was a Feledencian noble, daughter of Lady Margaret,” she introduced.“Whoa! Su
The next morning Lady Francesca woke up early than expected. Even her grandmother, Lady Margaret was quite surprised upon seeing her lovely granddaughter descends the grand staircase early in the morning to join her for a morning tea.“What a great surprised you are early today, young maiden? And specially blooming too. Hmm…” Lady Margaret put aside the newsletter she was reading to throw a questioning look toward Francesca, making the latter slightly blush in embarrassment.“Was there anything eventful about last night’s party worth sharing for, my dear?” the old Mrs. Anderson nagged again with a teasing smile on her face.Feeling more pressured to speak than ever, she had a deep sigh and took the opposite sofa facing her ever chirpy and youthful grandma, always seeking for something interesting and worth gossiping.
“You look marvelous, my lady!” Catherine complimented on her. It might be on her girl’s natural instincts to at least feel demotivated to have someone look prettier than her, she couldn’t come to stop such compliment coming from her mouth. Francesca’s beauty came into another phase with the cowgirl style than what she usually wears.“Oh! That was generous of you, Catherine. I hope you’re not holding grudge against me about your dream man.” Lady Francesca, being her straight forward self, said without mincing words. The handmaid was starting to get the hang of her mistress’s attitude regarding such. It seems as if it lacks the real time experience of communicating properly and sensitively concerning people’s feelings. Perhaps, it was on the environment she was bred into.“No worries dear, this was just a simply horseback riding activity in the mountains.
Ignoring the lump of guilt for going ahead of the planned rendezvous with Dynirho, Francesca boldly entered the depths of the forest serving as the entrance into the rich mountain of Verindale.She doesn’t have a firsthand knowledge about the geography of the terrains, nor any clue about any particular site worth stopping by for a short breathtaking view. She was plainly motivated by her furry and pain to mindlessly wonder to such sanctuary, she ought the right place to find peace and solace amid the whirlwind life of being a Chandler heiress. ‘Of all people who would be responsible of taking away of freedom of choice for choosing the man whom she will be sharing the rest of eternity with, why does it have to be the man whom she loved and trusted more than she would to herself?’ Simply speculating about it; and actually, learning about it with your
For a second, she thought it was directed towards her, but she later realized it was the exact opposite of it. It landed straight into one of the trees nearby, followed by a male’s shriek.“Ah!” Someone behind the tree reacted. As Lady Francesca was about to mount her horse to leave, another male’s voice echoes in.“Evandel, didn’t I told you not to play prank on ladies. Women were naturally scared cowards and bunch of weaklings who couldn’t keep up with men’s strength and bravery,” the newly arrived man said.Looking over her shoulder, Lady Francesca could see a young man at his mid twenty’s with large muscles and dark complexion. His intricately designed crossbow made of high caliber sturdy rare oak wood. Plus, the authentic gold chains worn over his neck, arms and even ankles says he was something of high wealth.
Half an hour ago at the earl’s castle… The servants, nurses, and eunuchs were running around to attend on the need and demand of the former earl of the land, Dynirho’s father. He was struggling to breathe caused by the long time illness he was having, which just like Duke Landon had worsen through the years. Adding the factor of old age complicated the situation And yet his only son was being hard on him. Not paying a single visit on his sick father, barely walking in thin thread between life and death. Not even his younger sister’s attempt of persuading him works. Left with no choice, the young ladyship rode on her carriage and set straight into the Anderson’s home, where the alleged current flame and interest of her brother to ask for assistance.***&
Time passes so fast as if a speedy turning pinnacle. And Lady Francesca couldn’t get less and less comfortable on the approaching days before the celebration eighteenth birthday. The day where she can become legally independent from her guardian, Duchess Carlotta, and finally take over the management of the dukedom.But before such glorious and hopeful days, she was aware of the knocking danger on her doorstep. A marriage before she turns eighteen would be the best course of action of the wicked stepmother, provided that there had already been a marriage agreement signed by the young lady’s father before he died. The court of justice wouldn’t have a say on the matter.In fact, Lady Francesca had been receiving countless letters from Feledencia demanding her to go home in the manor. It was enough premonition of the unprecedented big event in the dukedom that will permanently steal her freedom and cont
Catherine ran towards the earl castle once her mistress had left for Feledencia. She wasn’t sure she was doing such extra service when it was a given that she loses her job as her handmaid already. For the short time of being with the Feledencian heiress, she harbored an undeniable concern over her.Perhaps, it was her woman’s instincts that was telling her to inform Lord Syford about it. She already learned her place. Hearing how much Francesca was able to calm down the earl’s rage from Hariet and Emily, she knew what he really felt for her mistress.It would be stupid of her to get on their way when in fact they were born for each other. Not just because they were belonging on the same elite class, but most importantly because they were born to be each other’s other half.Meanwhile, Dynirho was busy checking on the herbal drink prescribed by the physician to h
Few days past since the dissolution of her contracted marriage. It was also been three days since she last saw the man who had served as a host for her grand counter attack plan, and whom had taken away her innocence.Lady Francesca hadn’t waited for Lord Syford to wake up and left, running back into the palace. There she was being confronted by the prideful man, who later ended things between them, ignoring Duchess Carlotta’s plea for swallowing the shame and continue with the wedding.Since then, the August’s woman had rarely got out her room as if losing the will to live. Perhaps, she was having a deep remorseful moment for the grand plan she set out all these years ended up turning into dust.That’s the thing with living up one’s life plotting against neighbors that one often overlooks to find a purpose for self-growth and improvement for themselves.
As they were walking towards the garden, lots and lots of criticizing eyes followed them. It was no secret about Lady Francesca’s upcoming wedding two days after. Surely, going with a man in to a secluded place such as the garden was not a good idea.Being once the scandalous lady of the ton, she was already immunized of such stares.Seeing how Lady Francesca acted normal, Lord Syford tries his best to be calm and composed as well as if nothing had happened between them.“Lady Francesca aren’t you sick of the uncalled attention you got from the ton?” he asked wondering.The escapee looked at his way with a reassuring smile. “Certainly not, Lord Dynirho Syford. I am a duke’s daughter and no scandal can ever take that from me, not even my stepmother. Perks of having a royal bone rank in my corset, they say.”
The two guards immediately crossed their spears so as to reinforce the gate of the metal manor.“The duchess had banned anyone from coming into the house, except those given with a permission by the duchess herself,” one of the guards said, maintaining a straight face.Lord Syford’s footman immediately felt agitated on the treatment and stepped in for his master. “How impudent of you! This is the Earl of Verindale. You shalt not draw your spears just like that on a respectable man of honor as my master,” he defended.The two guards immediately lowered their heads and apologized on the display of hostility. Nonetheless, they remain faithful on the restriction order of entering the manor.“Our deepest apology, my lord, but the mistress of the house ordered us not to let anyone in. Unless you got her permission, only the
Catherine ran towards the earl castle once her mistress had left for Feledencia. She wasn’t sure she was doing such extra service when it was a given that she loses her job as her handmaid already. For the short time of being with the Feledencian heiress, she harbored an undeniable concern over her.Perhaps, it was her woman’s instincts that was telling her to inform Lord Syford about it. She already learned her place. Hearing how much Francesca was able to calm down the earl’s rage from Hariet and Emily, she knew what he really felt for her mistress.It would be stupid of her to get on their way when in fact they were born for each other. Not just because they were belonging on the same elite class, but most importantly because they were born to be each other’s other half.Meanwhile, Dynirho was busy checking on the herbal drink prescribed by the physician to h
Time passes so fast as if a speedy turning pinnacle. And Lady Francesca couldn’t get less and less comfortable on the approaching days before the celebration eighteenth birthday. The day where she can become legally independent from her guardian, Duchess Carlotta, and finally take over the management of the dukedom.But before such glorious and hopeful days, she was aware of the knocking danger on her doorstep. A marriage before she turns eighteen would be the best course of action of the wicked stepmother, provided that there had already been a marriage agreement signed by the young lady’s father before he died. The court of justice wouldn’t have a say on the matter.In fact, Lady Francesca had been receiving countless letters from Feledencia demanding her to go home in the manor. It was enough premonition of the unprecedented big event in the dukedom that will permanently steal her freedom and cont
Half an hour ago at the earl’s castle… The servants, nurses, and eunuchs were running around to attend on the need and demand of the former earl of the land, Dynirho’s father. He was struggling to breathe caused by the long time illness he was having, which just like Duke Landon had worsen through the years. Adding the factor of old age complicated the situation And yet his only son was being hard on him. Not paying a single visit on his sick father, barely walking in thin thread between life and death. Not even his younger sister’s attempt of persuading him works. Left with no choice, the young ladyship rode on her carriage and set straight into the Anderson’s home, where the alleged current flame and interest of her brother to ask for assistance.***&
For a second, she thought it was directed towards her, but she later realized it was the exact opposite of it. It landed straight into one of the trees nearby, followed by a male’s shriek.“Ah!” Someone behind the tree reacted. As Lady Francesca was about to mount her horse to leave, another male’s voice echoes in.“Evandel, didn’t I told you not to play prank on ladies. Women were naturally scared cowards and bunch of weaklings who couldn’t keep up with men’s strength and bravery,” the newly arrived man said.Looking over her shoulder, Lady Francesca could see a young man at his mid twenty’s with large muscles and dark complexion. His intricately designed crossbow made of high caliber sturdy rare oak wood. Plus, the authentic gold chains worn over his neck, arms and even ankles says he was something of high wealth.
Ignoring the lump of guilt for going ahead of the planned rendezvous with Dynirho, Francesca boldly entered the depths of the forest serving as the entrance into the rich mountain of Verindale.She doesn’t have a firsthand knowledge about the geography of the terrains, nor any clue about any particular site worth stopping by for a short breathtaking view. She was plainly motivated by her furry and pain to mindlessly wonder to such sanctuary, she ought the right place to find peace and solace amid the whirlwind life of being a Chandler heiress. ‘Of all people who would be responsible of taking away of freedom of choice for choosing the man whom she will be sharing the rest of eternity with, why does it have to be the man whom she loved and trusted more than she would to herself?’ Simply speculating about it; and actually, learning about it with your
“You look marvelous, my lady!” Catherine complimented on her. It might be on her girl’s natural instincts to at least feel demotivated to have someone look prettier than her, she couldn’t come to stop such compliment coming from her mouth. Francesca’s beauty came into another phase with the cowgirl style than what she usually wears.“Oh! That was generous of you, Catherine. I hope you’re not holding grudge against me about your dream man.” Lady Francesca, being her straight forward self, said without mincing words. The handmaid was starting to get the hang of her mistress’s attitude regarding such. It seems as if it lacks the real time experience of communicating properly and sensitively concerning people’s feelings. Perhaps, it was on the environment she was bred into.“No worries dear, this was just a simply horseback riding activity in the mountains.