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
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.***&