First off, this is NOT a DuncanxGwen story! They are simply betrothed, like many were in the Victorian era.
I know I'm probably going to get a few angry PM's or reviews from people who are in my story Total Drama Bachelor, but, to be honest, I can't think of the next challenge. Once I do, I'll update.
Moving on to this story: My favorite movie is Corpse Bride, and as I sat listening to the soundtrack today, I decided once and for all that I was going to do a TDI version of the movie. It's not exactly like Corpse Bride, but it loosely follows the same plot (ie: A guy marries a corpse on accident).
If you pay attention, you notice that I steal a few names from the movie!
Without further ado, here it is.
Duncan Galswells was the nouveau riche of Balswood*. Restless, rebellious, and undeserving of his money, he was knows as quite a charmer and known to flit from woman to women.
Until his parents decided he must wed.
His bride-to-be's name was Gwendolyn Kipling (an unusual name, for sure), her parents the Lord and Lady Kipling; Pure land-rich aristocracy.
Duncan's own parents were merchants with a rich fortune and nothing to do with it.
Duncan himself was a tall young man with neatly trimmed black hair, and blue eyes that women found themselves entranced by.
Gwendolyn was not one to be entranced by his charms.
Gwendolyn awoke on the morning of the wedding rehearsal and allowed her maid, Leshawna, to lace her corset. "Gwendolyn, why so pale, honey?"
Leshawna's outlandish speech made Gwendolyn smile despite herself. "Oh, Leshawna, what shall I do? Duncan and I do not like each other, and we never shall."
"Well, perhaps you two shall at least grow to be friends."
"I suppose that would be nice..." Gwendolyn took a sharp breath as Leshawna tightened the corset over her waist.
"Okay, honey, now for the crinoline." Leshawna held up a large cage-like skirt made of wood and helped Gwen into it.
"I wonder if he shall settle once we wed and stop running off with a different girl every night."
"Oh, Gwen, I think he'll settle, but not with you."
"Then who, who could tame the wild beast that is Duncan?"
"Miss Courtney, who else? He's had his eye on her for a while. I'd fancy he was in love."
"Surely not!" Gwendolyn playfully exclaimed, enjoying the gossip.
"It's true!"
"What, may I ask, is true?" Came a stern voice. Standing at Gwendolyn's bedroom door was Lady Kipling, waist almost invisible her corset was so tight.
"Nothing, mother."
"It better have been nothing," She turned to Leshawna. "If that tongue of yours waggles any faster, I think it would fall off. Keep your gossip to yourself."
She turned and ended her intrusion with a crisp order for Gwendolyn's corset to be laced tighter.
*Balswood is the town/village/city this story takes place in.
