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Peonies Chapter 8

It has been a while since I've posted about Grigor or The Great. Y'all I have been busy with finals and another fic on archive that has been my favorite thing to write. If you've ever watched The Terror from AMC then you'll enjoy this.

But I haven't forgot about one of my favorite fics. Never.

Other than that! Here we go after weeks of not writing.

Previous Chapter

Masterlist

The idea of falling asleep after today just sounds nauseating. Seeing the horrors in front of me then coming back to my apartment for Peter wanting to kill me. Then for Grigor to storm off due to the fact that he thought I would lay with my own cousin by marriage. Yes I’m well aware that’s still a common practice amongst the Monarchs of the world but not in my book!

Turning my head to watch the flames slowly begin to die down before my eyes. The room was beginning to spiral into that infamous Russian cold. I didn’t feel like throwing another log on since part of me thinks I deserve to be in the wintry world that I have chosen to live in.

This plan for making Catherine the ruler of all Russia is becoming stale. What have we done that’s been achievable anyhow! Go to the front to feed a bunch of soldiers! You saw what happened when I alone tried to help Peter! Catherine influenced a new Patriarch yet the women of the court still find Catherine to be an annoyance. There has been absolutely no effort or somewhat change Catherine has done to make things more in her favor. God she is a child thrown into a world that she has no idea what she's doing. Although I should be guiding...but...

What good am I doing here! I feel as if I’m just now a fuck toy for Grigor to feel a womens touch since his wife is with the Emporer on a daily basis! Throwing the blanket off me to march over to the nearest vase and chuck it across the room!

A screech left my body as I cleared everything off the vanity onto the floor. I could feel the blood rushing through me for this anger to spiral out of control! This stupid country! Grabbing a book to throw it against the wall!

THIS STUPID COUNTRY!

HOW CAN ONE FUCKING BELONG TO THIS COURT!

HOW CAN ONE SINGLE HUMAN BE SUCH AN ABSOLUTE MORON! AND YES THAT HUMAN IS ME!

WHY DOESN’T HE TRUST ME!

I’M NOT HIS WIFE!

THIS STUPID GOD DAMN COUNTRY!

IT’S MAKING ME QUESTION EVERY SINGLE THREAD OF INSANITY I HAVE BECAUSE THE MAN I’M BEGINNING TO FALL FOR HAS MAJOR TRUST ISSUES! CAN’T HE SEE THAT I AM A ONE MAN ONE WOMEN SORT OF WOMAN!

YES I’M A WHORE TO A MAR….

Huh...would you look at that Chiara? All because he lit a fire under your own ass because everyone else around you stays clear of it.

I…..

I feel nothing….

Maybe the cold will make me feel something in this empty body. Grabbing the handles of the window to pull them out. They smacked against the walls for the wind to soar through my room. It flew through my hair for the first few seconds for it to stop. The cold swaddled me up but I didn’t move from the window.

I do not deserve the things I have been given in life. For I am a cold hearted bitch with almost no remorse in my actions. I could possibly kill a hundred people and proclaim it to be for the greater good. No sense of remorse or sadness.

How could Grigor want to love someone as vile as me..I am cold..evil. Someone like me doesn’t deserve the warm embrace of what love is. This lust is beginning to form into the most dangerous tool one can have in their life. For it can bring life and destroy it in a matter of seconds.

I miss his touch..the way his fingers would glide across my arm as we snuggled together on the bed. The way he kissed my forehead after a long time of making love. Him showing me his drawings and I know he’s drawing me in my sleep! It hurts to feel this sort of way! I don’t want to feel anything! This feeling is almost heart wrenching and...beautiful.

My breathing began to choke till the only warmth that was on my body was the singular tear that had escaped my eye. I’m not a crier. Though we Italians embrace our emotions and turn it into something beautiful, I think this tear is a sense of relief. If I didn’t feel anything. I wouldn’t be whimpering in front of an open window.

A gentle beat from the door echoed through my room as I didn’t even move. If Peter was sending his soldiers to kill me I get the feeling there would be no knock. Please let it be Grigor. I need to feel his touch and tell him the truth. Not all of it but at least enough that I don’t spoil my plans for Catherine.

I closed the window to hurry over to the fire and toss a log in. If it’s Grigor then he probably would prefer something a little warmer. Please him please. Grabbing my robe to put it on as I opened the door. My eyes expanded from the confusion of who was standing before me in my bed robes.

“Elizabeth?” Well if she was coming to kill me I imagine my room has some sort of secret entrance and would’ve done it in my sleep.

“I hope I didn't disturb you. I think we need to have a little chat.”

“We do?” Dear God if Peter opened his mouth about what he started and what I finished I’m going to go kill him myself!

“Yes. May I come in?” Taking a step back for the door to open. She was in her bed clothes as she noticed the mess I had made in my room.

“The work of Peter no less?” I kept my mouth shut for once waiting for her to say something more. She’s going to defend Peter as much as she can. Probably for his own father who I imagine she secretly loved. From my understanding Peter the Great was also quite promiscuous just like his mother. A family of harlots.

“I heard from Peter what happened here early today. I highly doubt that you called him a bastard since he can be quite over dramatic.” So she’s aware that he’s a sniffling bastard whose inability to rule is quite prominent.

“Not talking much tonight are you? Usually you have a comment to say if I were in here talking about Peter.”

“For once Elizabeth. I could truly give a shit about Peter and his antics. I’m not here to please him and make him happy. I’m here for Catherine and making her more comfortable with her new station.” Try not to think that we might kill her own Nephew in a good amount of time. If not by Catherine then by the military.

“You’re not angry that he was in here and wanted to kill you?” She sat down in front of the fire in the love seat for me to stand before here.

“Your nephew. My cousin by marriage is a harmless little bug in my life Elizabeth. His actions were not even worth a single drop of sweat from my brow.”

“Did the stabbing of a major General not scare you? As an outsider I thought it would have scared you horribly.”

“Not scared. More gasping which then leads to utter annoyance. I am more than capable of handling Peter when he’s in a state of anger trying to kill me. What do you even want because I would like some sort of rest.”

“Be more gentle when it comes..

“Just because his mother was a horrid woman does not excuse his actions Elizabeth! That’s saying Zeus should be considered a kind man even though he raped Leda because of his own mental state. Peter thinks of him as Zeus when in reality he is worse than Hades himself! Life is horrid Elizabeth and constantly blaming his issues on his mother is disgusting and you standing here trying to defend him holds you accountable for his actions.”

“What an interesting comparison. You are a very bright woman and that wicked tongue is able to strike anyone down.”

“I can strike down anyone with tongue and steel.” Taking in a sharp breath to walk over to a full bottle of sweet red wine.

“Would you like a glass?” Asking for her to nod. Popping off the court to grab two glasses then bringing two glasses over for us. Sitting down across from here to begin pouring her a glass. She motioned for me to stop for me to pour myself some as well.

“I apologise dear Aunt Elizabeth. I sometimes forget to catch my tongue before it falls out of my head.” We both took a long drink to the point when we were done I had to pour a little more between us.

“It’s quite alright. I’m just grateful you didn’t kill my beloved Nephew before it was too late.” Before I could answer the doors bursted open.

“Excuse me mam?” Turning to see a serf was standing by the door of my world. Did something happen to Fernanda?

“Zasha? What is it?” Elizabeth stood up from my chair to approach her.

“It’s the Emperor. He’s fallen gravely ill.” Well. That is going to solve our problems much faster than I thought it was going to happen. She wrapped herself around her robe as we began walking out of my bedroom.

“Why are you coming? I thought you despised him” She asked for me to nod but was still walking.

“We’re family by marriage. He is now my cousin whether I like it or not.” Turning the corner to see that Orlo, George...and Grigor were waiting outside the room. Splendid. I imagine his wife was ready to lay in bed yet stumbled into that mess.

“From what I’ve seen and heard it sounds bad. A lot of vomit and blood.” Orlo told us to stand next to Orlo. One of the priests that was in the room came out with the black mask on his face to then take it off before us.

“You may not enter the room. For it might be contagious till the doctor tells you differently. For he’s running a high fever, a lot of vomiting, and has been seeing strange visions. The Archbishop is there with him now. He’ll tell you more once he comes out.” Is...Is that vomit on his mask? Or...dear god. He walked past us heading down the hall towards the apartments.

“How is he?” Catherine came in with a very well detailed look of uneasiness.

“Very ill.” Elizabeth told Catherine for my eyes to drift over to Grigor. He was holding onto George but staring directly at me. Stupid man. Stupid man!

“Can we go in?” Catherine asked Orlo but I’m assuming not.

“Well everyones being kept out here.”

“In fear of contagion.” Finally looking at Grigor again for us to lock eyes for a brief instant till I turned to Catherine.

“He’s been vomiting continuously throughout the night, and he runs a high fever, and he has fits of wild delirium.”

“The Doctor and Archbishop are with him.” I told her to place my hands on her shoulder to give some comfort to this poor wife and my cousin. The door opened for a child to come out with a bowl filled with blood and vomit. Not to mention his entire body was covered head to toe in Peters upchuck...and from the smell..the back door was also used as well.

“Excuse me.” Oh the smell! Covering my nose for Grigor and I to look at one another again. He doesn’t look concerned. Is that a smile?

We all leaned into the doorway to see what was happening in there since we could only hear the sound of Peter vomiting and coughing more and more. I did the sign of the cross to hold onto my cross necklace. I don’t pray for Peter. But I pray for the Doctor inside the room that he stays safe from whatever disease has fallen upon Peter. Peter could go to hell for all I care, but I have to keep up appearances.

The Archbishop popped in the doorway for us to straighten our backs. He came out of his bedroom to close the door behind him. Grigor inched a little closer to me to the point I could sense the warmth radiating off him.

“How is he?” Grigor asked for the Archbishop to stare directly at us.

“Extremely ill. The fear is that it may be Cholera.”

“Cholera?” That’s a rough sickness. Even I wouldn’t wish that sort of death on my enemy.

“Which I suspect he will have caught from a possessed, nocturnal animal. Probably a badger.” If I ever get sick in this country I would rather just endure the ride home and die in a carriage. These doctors are not touching me with a ten foot pole!

“Where would he have come across a possessed badger?” Catherine asked thankfully. That sounds absolutely unrealistic and not how you even got Cholera. Not that I don’t know how you get Cholera but I imagine it’s not from a possessed badger.

“If it is Cholera, he will die, will he not?” Holding her a little tighter as a cue to sound a lot more concerned. You have to make it believable that you’re distraught that he might die!

“It’s a strong possibility that we must face.” Looking at Orlo who kept the same straight face he usually has.

“Oh my little man.” THE POOR BABY! I WILL WEEP WITH A BOTTLE OF WINE AND GLORIOUS MUSIC!

“The Doctor is working hard on cures. It may be something else.”

“Has he said anything? Is he talking?” Why would he be concerned if he’s talking? Grigor might as well give a shit if he truly dies or not.

“He speaks intermittently. Much of it is deranged. Said he was a wolf, and wanted to eat Swedish children for breakfast. And there was some talk of what he’d like to do to Chiara and with various ladies of the court. I’ll spare you the details.” My body ran cold for Catherine to turn and face me. The blood in my body felt as if it dried up as I wanted to vomit. Looking at Grigor as I felt so disgusted with myself.

“Before more bouts of diarrhea and vomiting.” The Archbishop went back in for Grigor to take in a deep breath.

“I will go in to see him.” Say what?

“Do not risk your life.” Elizabeth told him as he stopped in the doorway.

“I want to be there for my friend.” Bullshit! He could give an absolute shit about Peter at this point!

“I had no idea your husband was so brave, Georgina.”

“Oh yes famously so.”

“In more ways than one.” Adding into the conversation for George to turn and face me.

“Just being honest.” An angry snake she is when I add my own little comments. Settle down hypocrites.

Orlo, Catherine, and I huddled into our own group to see the expression of Catherines face change from the fake grieving widow to an excited future ruler. Must admit this is a little exciting for me as well.

“If this is Cholera, he could be dead within the day.” Orlo told us as Catherine was beginning to smile slightly but trying to control herself.

“Right. That means..”

“Yes. Yes it will be yours. You will rule Russia.” By God it’s going to actually happen.

“After all our planning..it just..”

“Falls right into your lap.” Orlo finished as the doors opened back up. The ArchBishop came out of the room to take off his mask. Remember when I said that this planning became stale? I stand corrected and I was completely wrong. This just made everything better.

“In light of this terrible situation, a meeting is being called to deal with the possible transition of power.”

“To me.” Easy Catherine. That’s a little too exciting for someone who's losing their husband.

“Indeed. It seems so. You are the next...should the worst happen.” Seems like the worst is about to happen right before them. If it’s going this quickly then I might be going home soon! Finally an end to this horrid nightmare and cesspool!

“Prepare with prayer, and the senate will be called.”

“I look forward to it.” Damn it Catherine!

“Not him dying. That is bad. And sad. And we hope for the best and a speedy recovery.” If I could slap my own face I would without making this seem like we’re excited that Peter is dying.

“God will be with us. He always is.” The Archbishop left the hall for Catherine and Orlo to talk amongst themselves. I need to talk to Grigor. I can’t stand being apart from him at nights for it is his warmth I believe that is keeping me sane. I don’t think I can tell him that I think I’m starting to love him but atleast telling him I need him is a good start.

*Grigors P.O.V.*

DIE! DIE YOU HORRIBLE HUMAN! YOU THINK YOU CAN SLEEP WITH MY OWN LOVE BECAUSE YOU’RE THE EMPEROR! DIE DIE DIE! I WILL KILL YOU AND WILL LIVE PEACEFULLY IN MY OWN LIFE!

Removing the pillow to see that he was still breathing! Bastard! Slamming the pillow back onto him to push down even further in hopes that I might finish the job! Just die! How hard is it to kill someone who's already dying! Talking about Chiara as if she’s just a common peasant!

“What are you doing!?” George yelled as I continued to push down harder and harder.

“What is right and you know it George! I have to do something!”

“Fuck!” George pulled me back as we stopped to see Peter was still breathing. Dragging me from his bed towards the middle of his room.

“I was given the choice to be a man or a child! I’ve decided to become a man for the sake of my sanity!”

“You poisoned him?”

“Arsenic. From the wall in his borscht!” Feeling the cold slap from George as she was in full rage of my actions.

“What happens to us when he’s dead? Think what Peter provides for us!”

“You...you..”

“You’re a stupid fool Grigor!” She took a deep breath to calm herself down.

“Our situation is complex. Yet also simple! We have a safe life with Peter! Luxury, security, a place in court. Who’s he gonna be replaced by? Catherine!? We’re nothing to her! What happens to us then? Not to mention Chiara is making it much more difficult to handle this situation. No thanks to you!”

“So you may have a lover but I may not!” I love Chiara and this marriage is non-existent!

“Grigor?” Peter called for me as I turned to see him barely awake and moving. Say something George! You hypocritical bitch say something!

“We’re here.” George, like a mother goose, flew to Peter's aid. Well. It’s very clear now on where my life stands now. George has made her bed and it is time for me to make my own with a Duchess who isn’t afraid to get the job done when it needs to be done.

Letting go of the pillow to march out of the room and slamming the doors shut. Taking in a few deep breaths to calm myself before scampering off to Chiara. Chiara? Where is she? Perhaps in her chambers!

It was like seeing a light at the end of the tunnel heading to her apartment! The outline of the room was glowing before my eyes. Chiara..my love. The only woman in this world that can make my knees buckle to bow at her feet. That fire is intoxicating to the point that I might die of happiness.

Slamming the door open to see Chiara was in front of the flames looking directly into them. Her head slowly turned to face me with a somber look. A bottle of wine sitting next to her looked thoroughly used. Oh my precious flame. Closing the door to sit down next to her as she went back into looking into the fire.

“I placed my blade against his neck threatening to take his life away. Why didn’t I slice it open? Tell me why I didn’t Grigor?” She asked for me to place my hand on her cheek.

“What happened before I came in?”

“He was mad that I helped Velementov at the front for strategy. He drew a sword on me and I fought back. I won and threatened him that if he were to ever draw his sword on me that I would win. I...I should’ve sliced his throat open and strung him up as if he was game to place on my wall.” I feel like I should tell her that I’m the one that poisoned him. That he is dying in his own bed because the world would be better without him! She was literally going to kill him before I even came into the room!

“Chiara. I’m the one who caused him to become ill. I poisoned him in the borscht while he was eating dinner.” Her expression was the same as before till it clicked in her mind. Her entire face went from a beautiful red to a ghostly white in a matter of seconds.

“Holy shit..” She whispered to turn her attention to the fire. Is she going to tell Catherine? Not that Catherine might care much but what if she does? Would she tell the court? No...no what have I done!

“I would ask why but that..oh my god.” Turning her head to face me as I gulped.

“If it helps, I did it for you. For us..for everyone in the court that his idiocy will go away.” Her lips were slightly open with her breathing beginning to rise.

That lovely color began returning to her cheek as she climbed on top of me and wrapped herself around me. Those entrancing lips striked against mine as my hands traveled up her back to pull her shirt. She stopped to place her index finger on my lips.

“For you committing such a horrendous act. Allow me.” Removing her finger to place a kiss on my lips, to my cheek, then right underneath my jaw line. I could see the stars from how well she was working those luscious lips. Her hand gripped my cock to start playing it through my pants. God her touch. It’s almost too delicious to even allow. My eyes rolled back for me to lay down on the rug for her kisses to start moving down my body.

I love her...I hope that she knows that I would kill an army for her without regret...

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queensdivas · 3 years

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Velvet Chapter 3

My apologies that this chapter is super short. I’ve been busy with school and reading that I haven’t had the chance to sit down and work on this lovely fic.

I was also waiting for the works of @nieblyf it’s absolutely stunning! Thank you thank you thank you! (Yes I had it commissioned because why not. She's a talented artist and wanted to get her my money!)

HOLY SHIT IF THIS DOESN’T EXCITE YOU ON WHAT’S ABOUT TO GO DOWN THEN I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT ELSE WOULD! AAAAAHHHHH!

As always if you’d like to be tagged please let me know ASAP! And as always I will see you in whatever content is updated next! Ciao ciao!

Previous Chapter

Masterlist!

I’ve decided to stay in London to write this Overture instead of dragging Elsie back out into the country. Don’t worry I will make regularly scheduled calls to the children at home so they won’t miss me horribly. Not to mention this gives the staff at the estate to relax and have a few days to relax. And that was a direct order from me.

Walking down the stairs to find my music trunk was sitting right next to the music room. That trunk is full of music that I would prefer the world not seeing. But it does help for inspiration for other pieces and if I am writing an Overture I’m going to need every sort of inspiration I have in my pockets.

But at the moment I have a bigger problem that’s not really a problem but more of a curiosity. Brian was acting so puzzling last night to the point that it has me going back and rethinking my childhood with him. There wasn’t a female in his life from what I’m aware of. He was never into playing with the girls when we would sit together for dinner when our parents would discuss business!

Through him and Veronica were talking for a little while during dinner last night so there’s a possibility that I can get some information for my curiosity. I’ve known Brian most of my life! We were old University buddies, and childhood friends!

Before I dive down that rabbit hole. I need to write this story line and Overture. The Deacons have invited me over to dinner tonight so I have plenty of time. The story of what I have so far is about a Gypsy in France and a Lord falls in love with her or something. If I write the Overture then I should have a full story. Hopefully.

I opened the small music room to see the piano sitting in the middle of the room as I brought my trunk in with me. Opening it up to see all the music sheets that I’ve had since I was a kid. What a lot of junk!

Not this time! I’m going to create something absolutely stunning! Stupendous! Marvelous! Any form of positive wording you name it. Just have to write this overture. Now do I want it to be great like Bhrams? Wild like Tchaikovsky? Or elegant like Strauss? So many different options!

A...B...F..B..D. G...F..

F..B..D..G...F

I can see it now. A very adagio beginning so we can open with the truth about this ballet. It’s not meant to be this happy ballet where everything goes well for our main cast. The story is one full of love, lust, anger, and maybe a death or two to make it interesting. No mouse kings that are slayed by a nutcracker. A good ballet must be beautiful and tear jerking! But will it end well for everyone! Haven’t gotten that far yet so I couldn’t tell you.

And that is what I will do!

I see the story now!

A gypsy in southern France. Dancing and playing music to earn a simple pocket chain for her and her family. A Lord comes and sees her beauty and her moves. He becomes bewitched by her dancing that he brings her to his estate for a performance. When touring the gardens they fall in love with one another.

The Gypsy King is angry...he is vile that one of his own people would betray everything they believed in for love! Oh yes I can see it! The battle! The rage! The beauty! Oh it’s going to be astonishing!

Three hours went by as I was making headway through the Overture. The first section sounds too wonderful to believe! Slow, very moving, and I can see the dance happening before my eyes. Watching Elsie as I play this piece for when she comes to listen to it is getting me all sorts of excited.

“Excuse me. Telephone for you sir.” For me? Interesting. I got up from the piano bench to walk down the hall to the phone. Picking up the phone to then make sure my throat was clear. Rather not answer with a stuffy throat.

“This is Freddie.”

“Hello Freddie.” Veronica? This is a surprise.

“Veronica my friend what can I help you with?”

“Would you like to come over for dinner tonight? We don’t get to see you much, John and I have missed you terribly and so have the children.” She could persuade me to run naked through Parliament with her kindness and generosity that radiates from her voice. She actually runs a lot of charity work for the slum areas of London and other parts of our country.

“How can I resist you Veronica. How does six o’clock sound?”

“It sounds absolutely lovely. Till then Freddie.”

“Till then.”

Six o’clock couldn’t come soon enough! I was craving dinner with the Deacons all day to the point that I couldn’t even write anymore! Besides you can’t rush creativity otherwise it won't ever come out correctly!

My carriage pulled into their London home that led towards the front of their home. It has been a while since I’ve been to their London home that I have forgotten about Veronicas beautiful Hydrangeas that are shipped from China. They truly brighten up her home so marvelously.

The door opened as the first thing out was my cane. Stepping out as John's family came out of their home lining up from eldest to youngest, with their brand new baby Joshua in nannies arms. The other coachman grabbed the present I bought for them as I could see the children were getting excited.

“John! Veronica! It has been too long!” I greeted as I walked up the small flight up sets to reach my hand out and shake it with John.

“It has been Freddie.” John commented as I looked over to take a step over to Veronica as we also shook hands.

“And as always looking radiant Veronica.”

“You’re too sweet Freddie. I thought we would have tea first and then dinner around 7. Our cook is making Chicken Tikka Masala and for dessert we are having a Lemon Curd Trifle. I know you enjoy our cooks trifle every time you come over.”

“It will taste delicious.” Seeing Robert glance over to me as he turned his head looking at the boxes.

“Is someone trying to take a look at the new gift?” Asking Robert for him to nod.

“Well let’s hurry inside so that you can see what I got you.” The children ran in as John motioned me to follow behind.

“John I know you have some work to be done so we’ll start tea till you come and join us.” Veronica told him as he looked at his pocket watch.

“You’re right. I’ll see you at dinner then love.” They kissed one another to see the children were waiting in the drawing room for us. The coachman left the box on top of the tea table. I placed the box on top of my lap for the children to circle around me in such eagerness.

“Be gentle with it children. It’s not the type of toy that you toss around.” Handing Robert the box for them to sit down and open it. They smiled as Robert pulled out a zoetrope reel and smiled!

“Thank you Uncle Freddie!” They thanked me as the nanny got up to escort the herd of children out of the tea room.

A servant brought in the tray of tea as another brought in small cakes and snacks for us to eat before dinner. I have been waiting for this dinner all day and at the moment I am famished. My tea was poured and fixed for me as Veronica was waiting for them to leave the room. Once the servants left she cleared her throat then took a sip of her tea.

“Tell me Freddie. Did you notice how quiet Brian was at dinner after the performance? Then at dinner whenever we mentioned the show he would stay silent.” She knows something. I knew Veronica would be able to tell me something.

“Yes. When I took him back to meet Elsie was..awkward and short.” I’m going to try to play stupid in order to get the full story.

“Freddie. It has come to my attention that I knew Elsie from my teenage years.” Teenage years? Before I came to London?

“How do I begin. The first time I met her was when I arrived to Glascow to spend Christmas there with my mothers grandparents. We had dinner with the Mays that evening. His father and mine were having a late night discussion.” I don’t remember Elsie from my childhood. We went around the same circles, not to mention he never told me about her in the first place.

“Why keep this a secret from us then? Was it because she is Scottish? Not one of us?”

“Will you let me tell you what I know.”

Veronica was out with her mother shopping on the first Tuesday of December in Glasgow. Veronica and Brian's family were close and decided to celebrate Christmas this year together. Not that their marriage was planned for the future. Brian and Veronica's fathers were old Cambridge friends.

When walking along the streets we passed by the road that took you down to the slums. I saw Brian with a girl around our age playing football in the middle of the street. She looked drugged and beaten down from what I saw in those few glimpses.

On Christmas Eve Veronica left her room to grab a glass of water from the kitchen instead of waking up the staff. She passed by the dinning room to hear him laughing. Out of curiosity Veronica went to see who he was with but the door was locked. Peeking through the keyhole to see that she was with him in his very own dining room. Not to mention she was wearing one of his sisters old dresses.

All she could do was watch to see Brian was begging of some sorts. She couldn’t quite make out what he was saying since Brian was trying to whisper. Eventually a servant was walking by to take Veronica back up into her room.

“Begging? What could he be possibly begging out of Elsie?”

“Well I don’t know. I never saw her again around the mansion or property. You’ll have to pick Brains May for the rest of the story. But I thought it would be wise for you to know that, as I hate seeing Brian so cold. Constantly leaving England without someone saying goodbye.” So that’s why he’s leaving for the north on a regular basis at this point. What has happened?

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