Fired up with embarrassment and shame to having to witness such atrocities, Lady Francesca immediately closed her eyes and covered her palms so as to save her innocence further. She also turned her back into them as she felt the heavy and awkward atmosphere building.
She didn’t know Verindale could be this wild and scandalous as she read it in the London publications and tabloids. It was a common knowledge to everyone that the Verindale’s present 19th earl of the earldom was a bold rebellious aristocrat who consistently tries to break the natural flow of the aristocracy as we know it.
Just recently, Lady Francesca had heard of his bold attempt of bringing up a commoner as a muse during the grand birthday celebration of the prince regent at the most prestigious St. James Palace. That very event where she was being banned by his late father in attending to. Now, she couldn’t help but to wonder who that ea
Hi! I am the author of this book. Kindly drop your thought about it. It would be much appreciated. Thanks!
Following her instinct and sharp memory, she followed the path she thought was the right one until she finds herself standing in the front door of the family’s tea store. “Here she is, mother. Young lovely Francesca took a stroll around,” Uncle Bastien shouted in enthusiasm towards the opposite side where old Lady Margaret was. For the short time her granddaughter’s disappearance, she was worried. Since Lady Francesca’s arrival at her home, she felt something was off, given that she didn’t gave a prior notice of her arrival like she used to do before to give enough time for the granny to prepare the room for her. This time was abrupt and sudden. There must a reason behind it. And she ought to wait for her granddaughter to take her time to open up for her. “Oh, thank goodness!” Lady Margaret had sighed in relief and immediately approached her newly arrived granddaughter. &
The next morning where Lady Francesca was about to meet the handmaid recruited by Lady Margaret, there was a letter sent from Feledencia, particularly from the duchess herself. It was directly addressed for the young maiden and not for Lady Margaret.And as expected, she was right on what she was thinking all along. Her father had actually fell into the manipulative hands of his second wife’s scheme, making her feel disappointed on how far his deceased father had let the enemy into their lives. Was she wrong all along to consider his father to be a literate and intelligent man? Then, why did he go this far in handling over his own daughter over the scheme of a wicked woman? Was it just because she is a woman of his liking after her mom?Lady Francesca’s thought were troubled with many unanswered questions that she knew all along would never be answered as the one she was asking was already at the
Tying the knot of Lady Francesca’s corset, Catherine Gunner had accidentally measured her waist length wrongly, making her slightly grimaced in pain and discomfort when it became too tight.“Ouch!” The young Feledencian heiress was used to the accurate measurement of Eloisa, and Lady Margaret’s handmaid, but the aspiring applicant was doing slight error on her first try.“My deep apologies, my lady,” she immediately apologized and made an adjustment accordingly. Dressing up a mannequin in the clothing boutique was different from dressing up a real person in actual. She should have known it beforehand so as not to commit such careless error. She knew very well that her dream job was still not officially hers.Lady Margaret had just given her the chance to prove her credibility despite the unwelcoming look received from Lady Francesca prior to the vulg
“Have a sip from my very own handmade aged wine fermented under the cool temperature of the lake in Winstow, my lord,” one of the muses offered to Lord Syford who was busy conversing with another woman on the side in an attempt to steal his attention.Bending over, she made sure her healthy and firm bosoms do their hypnotizing talents but to no avail. Lord Syford had already mustered the art of resistance long before he started with his unhealthy habits on women. He knew ambitious and wicked women would do such in order to win him over as a man, that’s why his paranoid father included them in his training as future successor to the lordship of the earldom.“That’s a wonderful offer my lady. But I am afraid wine wouldn’t do any good especially for a man responsible for such soiree at early times like this. I would more joyous to heed at your offer later when the night respite was ‘bout to
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.&nbs
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.
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.