Hello! So, as some of you may know I have been writing a historical romance for a little while and I thought that today I would share some of it with you, so here goes!
Chapter 1
He grabs my arm with his strong, vice like grip and I can feel the tenseness in his muscles, like violin strings pulled so tight they may snap. Lowering his head, he whispers in my ear; 'it's always been you', his voice is astonishingly low and gravely, with a tinkling laugh only words away with every sentence he speaks. I make the mistake of looking up into his sea green eyes, loosing myself in the pools of beauty and safety, the pools that seem so inviting and hold a hope of happiness, I wasn't going to win this war, I was loosing not only what my father wanted me to keep but myself, and I didn't come here to lose myself, I came here to find myself.
Slowly, he blinks and I have the momentary feeling of triumph as I break free from the hypnotising spell that he has cast on me, I regain control of my brain and start to think logically again, but then he opens his eyes again and I don't have enough willpower to look away, all I want is to get lost in those eyes and to never be found. No, that's not what I'm here for, a voice in my head tells me, squashed by another voice commanding me to run away with him. The voices argue with each other and the volume increases, steadily getting louder until it becomes almost unbearable. Suddenly, as I'm about to scream out, the sound of echoing footsteps rushing towards us snaps me back into reality, and he lets go of my arm and I gaze out of the window, still in the hypnotic trance but trying to quell my uttermost desires, desires that my father would strongly disapprove of. I am not here to find love, I am here to become the respected, elegant young woman my father so desperately needs me to be.
By the time I arrive in my father's wing I have had time to think about my feelings, and what I can do to fulfil his greatest wishes and to ignore my own self indulgent fantasies. 'Lizzie, sit', my father motions at a plush chair with a floral design covering it, I follow his instructions and perch on the edge of the chair and politely accept the minuscule cup of tea that one of his maids offers me. 'Now, Lizzie, you recall why I called you here, I assume? It is to find yourself, forget your needs and obey those above you', my face contorts into a fierce, small scowl at this, my father and his overwhelmingly big ego. 'For now, you will receive etiquette lessons every afternoon at five o clock sharp in the conservatory, every morning at ten o clock you will receive a music lesson, every day at three o clock you shall have a cookery class and at noon you will have a writing lesson, so you can learn how to write in cursive properly and you will study poems and novels written by the greatest novelists of this millennium, my dear, it shall be divine.'
My father lost the bright sparkle that inhabited his eyes when my mother died eight years ago, however now a dim trace of that twinkle was returning, a shadow of the man he used to be was coming back, slowly but surely, and by forgetting my wishes and only doing as he says that would bring him back. Even if it did mean I'd have to stop thinking about him, the man who torments me and appears in my dreams most nights, and pops into my head unexpectedly everyday. I fan out my petticoats and reach for my father's wrinkled, soft hands, taking them in my own youthful, glowing hands and squeezing them tightly, showing him that I care deeply about him. I swallow my fears, this was going to be hard.
I am aware that it was a pretty short chapter, but that's just the way it is for now, I will edit it and make them longer but I just thought I'd share it with you the way it is.
So that's all I'm going to share for today, I hope you enjoyed and feel free to leave a comment and follow my blog and share it with your friends!
Big love,
Alice x
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