Matilda, a young lady living in Oxford in 2015, sees no harm in reading a poem about true love that she finds in an antique bookstore. Matilda is confused when she wakes up and finds her self transported back in time to the 15th century. Her situation is made worse when she finds out that in this new life of hers, she has a husband. She tries to explain her predicament to him but he thinks she is his wife that lost her memory. Will Matilda find her way back to the 21st century or will she remain in the 15th century where she finds everything strange?
View MoreAlexander did not know that his mother would feel as she did after hearing about the situation with Beatrice. She had told him that she felt betrayed because the information about Beatrice's ailment had been hidden from her. After all, Beatrice was her daughter-in-law and like a daughter to her, she said, so she wanted only the best for her."I do not like it as you withheld the information from me, Alexander. What harm could I possibly do with it if you had told me?" she queried."I am sorry about that, mother," Alexander pleaded. "I wanted to tell you and I would have later told you in due time but I was waiting for the right time to tell you about everything. I never planned to withhold the information from you. I would have told you sooner or later, mother.""Alright, I have heard you and I am no longer angry, my son but make sure you keep me informed on any developments in Beatrice's health," Lady Victoria said."As you wish, mother," Alexander conceded. "I will not hide anything
Beatrice's eyes eyes fluttered open and the first sight she laid her eyes on was Alexander. Of course, she had known he would be the one that she would first set her eyes on since it was his voice that always woke her up everyday. Their eyes locked on each other immediately she opened her eyes and she looked into the deep green colour of Alexander's eyes, the beauty and pure greenness jarring her more than it ever had before. She was startled by Alexander's face and its beauty as if she was just seeing it for the first time.Beatrice was proud to call this handsome man staring down at her, her husband. His face was beautiful and artfully sculpted with its planes and ridges. His lips were shaped elegantly in a perfect bow shape. Well, it might not have been perfect to everyone but what mattered was that it was perfect to her. He has her man, the whole of him was hers and she was not ready to share him with anyone. He was hers and hers alone.Alexander looked deeply into Beatrice's eyes
Alexander was overjoyed at the happiness he had seen in his wife in just less than a day of Suzanne being here. He was pleased that he had taken Mark's advice to heart and acted on it immediately. Now here was Beatrice smiling happily as if a misfortune had not just befallen her a week ago and he liked it that way. He liked it as he did not see her sad face again. The face brought him down emotionally because he would be thinking of ways to get rid of it and not succeed.He made a mental note to thank Mark and appreciate him the next time Alexander saw him because his advice had proved worthwhile. It had served he and Beatrice well and it had brought joy to their lives.Beatrice and Suzanne had first played chess yesterday and after all of them had had dinner in the chamber and Beatrice had asked Lucia to take Suzanne to one of the guest rooms that would serve as her room for the period of time that she would be staying in the keep, Beatrice had told him all about the day's events wit
Suzanne knew that she just had to cheer Beatrice up and make her to return back to her normal joyful and happy self. She liked it as she had started smiling now unlike before when she was just trying so hard to smile. The one on her face now was genuine and Suzanne was pleased by it. Beatrice's expression was also slowly returning back to normal."Do you know the activity that we are going to engage in, Beatrice?" Suzanne asked while grinning from ear to ear.Beatrice too grinned, eager to know what Suzanne had in store for her. "I do not know what it is, Suzanne. Please tell me about it. I am eager to know," she answered.Suzanne's cheerful nature had infected Beatrice and she had lost almost all of the sad aura surrounding her. A peaceful and calm aura now surrounded her person as she looked at Suzanne in anticipation.Lucia too looked on. She had been devastated to hear about her mistress's ailment from her own mouth. She had now discovered the reason that Lady Beatrice had been sa
Beatrice heaved a sigh of apprehension. She did not know how to start telling her sister of the sickness that was currently afflicting her. She did not want Suzanne to panic so she knew that she had to choose her words carefully. She would not want Suzanne to think of the ailment as deadly if not her heart would be dashed. If Suzanne knew something about the sickness, it would be another matter entirely. Beatrice knew that she just had to find a way to tell her about it without raising an alarm in her sister's heart. She knew how much Suzanne cared about people, and when she learnt about Beatrice's sickness, she would be very sad about it. I had better start telling her now, Beatrice thought. If I am to judge by the looks she is giving me, she already knows that I am hiding something from her, and she is about to start panicking. I do not want her to do that so I just have to tell her this instant. "Suzanne, my dear sister, this issue of my sickness is a long story but I will ma
Alexander looked at Beatrice and saw that she was beginning to get angry. He did not expect her to be angry but he knew why she was. She did not like him to take decisions without informing her and he had done exactly that. He had not wanted to tell her before asking her sister to come because he knew that she would have told him to allow Suzanne to stay back in Chester. She did not want to disrupt her sister's life even though she needed her at this low point of her life. She would deny it when he said it but he knew that it was true. After all, she was his wife and he knew her better than anyone so he knew how she thought and how she handled her emotions. For now, Alexander reminded himself that he had to answer Beatrice's question in a pacifying manner. He did not want her to get angry further with her state in the way it was. He had to go gently with her. She did not need to be stressed in this stage of her sickness least of all by him, her husband. "My dear wife, I am sorry for
Beatrice was very surprised as she stared at the person who had just entered into her chamber but at the same time, she was happy too. She was very happy to see her sister, Suzanne whom she had not seen for a while now. She was grateful that Suzanne had visited her now because she was not expecting to see her for at least another seven months to a year. Beatrice knew that she had been warned against overexerting herself but this time, she threw caution to the wind and ran the short distance to where Suzanne was standing, her luggage beside her on the floor. She wrapped her arms around her sister and Suzanne hugged her back too. Before both of them knew it, tears had started to run down their eyes. Lucia watched the two sisters in joy, tears almost coming out of her own eyes too. What a beautiful moment that she had the pleasure to witness. She was overjoyed at the joy of the sisters and her eyes lit up with happiness. Suzanne and Beatrice pulled away after a very long embrace and st
The next morning, Alexander woke up and the first emotion that came to him was relief and then happiness. He was relieved that he had managed to convince Beatrice to go with his ideas and he was happy that the joy of love which the sad aura of these past days had threatened was returning back to them. He was pleased that they had found a common ground to agree upon yesterday. Beatrice was a simple person and she always saw reason with him. Alexander woke Beatrice up and as she woke up, he smiled at her. She smiled at him in return before a knock sounded on the door cutting them off from their loving state. Alexander went to the door and opened it to admit Lucia and the two other maids she had mobilized in. "Good day, Lord Alexander," the two maids chorused at the same time. Alexander nodded in response to their greeting before Lucia greeted him. "Good day, my Lord," she said. Alexander smiled at her, a warm smile that reached his eyes. He bestowed that smile upon Lucia because of
"My dear wife," Alexander muttered as he paced around the living area. "How will I comfort her now? Life has really dealt her a great blow and she is just reacting to it. What will I do now? I am really out of ideas and I do not know what to do. Who will I call for help? Who will I tell about this predicament? I will have to tell the members of this household about Beatrice's ailment sooner or later but i shall wait for a few more days to decide what to do about it."As the volume of Beatrice's sobs increased, coming from the sleeping area and filling the living area, Alexander thought hard and deep. He had searched his brain for a solution but he had not found any. What was he to do then? he asked himself. As he was about to give up, an idea suddenly occurred to him and he resolved to act on it. "This is the best idea I have gotten so far and I shall work on it," he muttered. "When the morn arrives, I shall discuss this issue with Mark and see what he thinks it. I will also ask for h
Matilda woke up with a pounding headache. She looked around and found herself in a place that looked like a stone bridge. Where am I? she wondered. Where is this place? It looks strange.The dress Matilda was putting on looked strange to her. She looked down at it. It was green, with a cinched waistline and it billowed out till it reached her ankles. It had lace trimmings on the sleeves and the hem. Even the footwear looked our of place. It was a flat sandal with ropes that were almost up to her knees.Is this a costume? Who is playing pranks on me? She thought.She tried to stand up but she could not. Her whole body ached."Who is here? I need help!" she cried out but there was no answer.Matilda tried to remember how she got here and the memories came flooding back. **********Matilda was a young woman of twenty four years of age living in Oxford city. She worked in a bookstore from the hours of nine in the morning to six in the evening. Matil...
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