A/N: This will be a mini two-part story, I think this was my second Poldark fiction I wrote but like with 'A little more love' I never finished it... So here is the first part... Hope you enjoy it xxx
Disclaimer: I do not own anything used here, everything belongs to the BBC and Winston Graham
Demelza sat uncomfortably next to Elizabeth as she was compared to her. She felt Elizabeth's hand slip in to her own, which made her jump. 'S'use me Mamam' she quickly said and jumped from her seat rushing out of the room into the corridor. She hated it here, wish she had put her foot down and said no.
'Demelza?' She turned her head and saw Ross walking towards her holding out his hands. she shook her head and stepped back from him.
'I don't belong 'ere, I don't belong with you' she said tears running down her face. 'I cant compare to Elizabeth' she whispered
'Demelza.. Sweetheart Come here' he said and held out his hand once more. This time she was too slow at pulling them back and he pulled her into his arms.
'You do belong here and you do belong with me, you are my wife, a good Wife, a beautiful wife... And I Love you' he whispered the last part. 'Really Ross?' she asked peering up at him where her head lay on his chest. 'Yes' he simply replied and pulled her into a deep kiss, pushing back her unruly curls.
'I want you to promise me no matter what if you ever need me you come and get me, don't hide' Ross told her and kissed her soft pink lips once more. He pulled away and wiped her tears with his thumbs before catching her hands in his and leading her back to the drawing room.
'Demelza Darling we meant not to upset you' Elizabeth said as they walked back into the room. 'Thanking you mamam' she replied quietly and smiled a small smile. Ross sat down and pulled Demelza onto his lap circling her waist with his arms, everyone but Verity looked shocked with Ross's obvious display of effection.
'I'm so glad you are here Demelza' Verity said breaking the silence. 'We must show Ross your dance later' she said giving Ross a grin. Ross silently thanked his cousin for trying to make Demelza feel accepted in this world she had been thrown into.
'Demelza' Ross Whispered some time later. Elizabeth and Francis had already retired for the night shortly followed by Verity. It was now just them, Demelza still sitting on his lap slowly falling asleep as he held her againest him. 'Demelza' he whispered again a little louder waking her from her doze. 's'orry Ross I weren't meaning to fall sleep' she said pulling herself from his lap.
Waiting for Ross to get up of the chair she walked around the room on her tiptoes looking at the paintings and high cellings. 'What it 'ould be like living in place like this, I don't think I'd never get any thing done'
'Well its a good job we would not be living in a place like this, now come on lets go up' Ross said and lead his wife out of the room and up the giant staircase which lead to a corridor of rooms. Ross Lead Demelza to the door at the very end of the corridor, he pushed it open and let her wonder in. Her eyes light up at the sight before her.
A huge four poster bed with ruby red draps around the bed, a beautfiul dressing table complete with pots of rouge , lip stains and a elegant jewellery box complete with the poldark coat of arms. Demeza stood in wonder and the incrediable things around her, intill she felt Ross push her further into room and closed the door behind them.