Chapter 42: The Inevitable Testing Of Bonds
The Grounds, The DuChene Estate, Leighton, England (1763)...
The arrival of guests and the seemingly endless chatter did little to lighten the mood as Alain Remington stood with a glass of red wine in hand as he peered out the window of his mother's dining hall. He watched with barely any interest as guest after guest made their way into the house while the live music played and the fire crackled in the enormous fireplace in the center of the hall as people from most noble walks of life filed into the manor.
The bitter mood Alain found himself in was courtesy of having his young heart broken in such a short amount of time. He managed to pick himself up off the ground after dusk, his hopes of having a life with Noreen McCray had been dashed considerably as he began to emotionally withdraw from the world around him.
All he could see from the moment he foun
Chapter 43: Living A Life High On The Vine The Slums, Boylesten, England (1763)... The cool chill of early morning air did little to quell the apparent heat that stirred within the loins of Alain Remington as he found himself in the slums of Boylesten with a redhead moaning in his ear and her belly pressed up against the dilapidated brick wall of the building that had been her home as he stood behind her, his trousers down to his ankles and his cock impaled into the warmth between her thin legs as she gripped the wall and pressed her pale cheek against it. He had not remembered how he had gotten to this point. Following the events of Casimir's engagement party he'd taken his leave of the estate and a bottle of wine along with him as he wandered the streets getting as far away from his heartbreak as possible. He was filled with only bitterness and spite as a result of being used by Noreen and resented not only her but his status as a noble as well as any other. He headed towar
Chapter 44: A Studious Avenue The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... Renting a space away from the prying eyes of his overbearing family was one step toward independence as the grove was no longer a place he had any intention of returning to. Casimir's wedding was due to take place and there was no way he wished to share the same living quarters as Casimir and Noreen when it was all said and done. He found Noreen to be quite nosey when it came to his personal affairs and the fact that she'd gone to his father to speak about his occasional overindulgence with rum and wine was all the more aggravating. Sir Alfred had taken her side not knowing the kind of viper she was nor the fact that it was her lies and wickedness that led him to seek soles in the bottom of a bottle now and again. Alain yawned as he entered his room it was a modest space, with plenty of room for him to work if he so desired, and well above the tavern where a local place where women
Chapter 45: Something Of An Anesthetic AppreciationThe Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... Hazel eyes flickered with mischief as they watched the movements of a thinly built redhead with puffy cheeks and emerald green eyes given to decidedly pale skin and an average build. Alain Remington found himself quite enthralled with the goings-on of the redhead girl only a few years younger than him as she worked day and night at the local linen cleaning spot. He frequented the tavern more often than not leaving the confines of his room to get himself good and drunk only to come back to an empty room and pass out in bed despite his need for companionship of sorts. His birthday had only been a month away and the new year right after and he had planned to indulge in whatever he liked when the time came. Casimir's wedding was only two days away and already he and Noreen seemed to have gotten closer and closer still.Rage burned inside Alain to the likes of which
Chapter 46: Embittered PerceptionsAlain's Room, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... Aches and pains the world over greeted the ailing Alain Remington when he opened his eyes to find that he'd been hauled back to his rented space after yet another night of hard drinking and endless mischief. His face hurt something awful as he recalled a fist crashing into it over and over in the wake of the tavern brawl that had broken out due to the patrons and Alain in his drunken stupor getting a bit too rowdy after an argument. Fists continued to fly for hours on end until everyone either grew too exhausted to throw another punch or were chased off by the owner of the tavern. Much to the shock of those who had been in attendance, The ailing young noble had surprisingly come out on top, beating the best of the brutes to the point of causing them to quit the match-up as if it were nothing. He'd been tagged in the face a time or two, but not enough to stop him from
Chapter 47: The Shameless Swindling Of Virtue Alain's Room, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... Drunkenness could have possibly been to blame for the way Alain Remington had suddenly taken an interest in the innocent redhead peasant girl as he often looked upon her with eyes teeming with lust and desire unmatched when he saw her day in and day out. She'd been a sweet thing, trying her best to appease his tumultuous temperament and sexually charged directness when it came to her. The fisticuffs champion had been something of a shameless flirt when it came to his drink and he was often escorted back to his room because of it. The Innkeeper had invested quite a bit in the wonderous fighter and sought to protect him even from himself as the days rolled on and he remained undefeated. The peasant girl, known vaguely to him as Cordelia had once more ventured into Alain's room, which was surprisingly always left unlocked for her whenever he inclined tha
Chapter 48: A Shameful Morning After Alain's Room, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... An agonized groan escaped a still very hungover Alain Remington as he rolled onto his back amid the soft covers that lined his bed. He had some kind of a headache that only intensified with the onset of beaming sunlight that pierced the makeshift drapes and came right for his face as he winced in pain and found himself awakening before he was good and ready. He was quite shocked to find that he'd been naked although it was more or less routine ever since he'd taken to drink and in the company of a strange new bedmate. Alain froze when his movements to escape the blaring light of the sun jolted the slumbering smaller female body which had been tucked very neatly amid the covers and his naked form he gasped for a moment unsure of what transpired the previous night when he'd been under the influence of his less than savory feelings and drink. The naked pale redhead
Chapter 49: Something Like A Downward Spiral Alain's Bedchambers, The Duchene Estate, Leighton England (1763)... Whispers and stares abound when Alain finally strolls into the mansion after a long weekly absence. He looked disheveled and wild via his hair and his clothing had been a mess in the sight of those who had known him best. He cared not for their concern nor their frequent whispers as he moved about ignoring their presence in search of his chambers to avoid the unwanted lectures about his recent radical shift in behavior. Noreen had been the first to observe him as he moved about clearly drunk and reeking of wine and filth. She had been embarrassed for him, and doubly so for his mother had she been privy to seeing her youngest son in such a state. She made up her mind to confront him, although it never seemed to do any good. They would inevitably spit and he'd rush off and do what he wanted in the first place. Still, she had not been able to sit idly by and watch the po
Chapter 50: A Fancy Round Of FisticuffsThe Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... Fists met flesh as the two men went back and forth with blows with embedded knuckles as they fought to keep themselves upright amid the booze they ingested prior to slugging it out and the various blows absorbed against their respective persons. Alain Remington was faring quite well against the chosen opponent and holding his own despite his drunkenness. In the corner of the room, a lone redhead girl had taken a special interest in the evening's bout in the form of watching the handsome nobleman take on the dirty seafarer. Both had been shirtless, stripped down to their trousers, and stumbled about after a substantial application of drink on both their parts while committing to wayward blows dealt to one another via the intent to come away with a hard-fought victory once the bout had come to an end. The redhead, who had been none other than the peasant girl Cordelia Barlow