(England 1815)
Among the dead bodies scattered everywhere swords and sharp peaces of debris crossed my every path…….. I looked amongst the soldiers with my brother……..none……my father did not want me to come here. He told me that a woman…..a nobleman's daughter should not be at a battlefield……but none of my family wanted to go. So I gave my self the lovely task of looking with my brother. I tried to step around the bodies but there was no use. I just walked forward stepping on them trying not to fall…… Ahead I see a man fall off one of the hills…… He was a soldier……I did not know if he was alive or not……but I was curious to go and find out……..suddenly I see him try to pull himself up with his arms…..but failed miserably…….He groaned in pain…… I hurried as quickly as I could to get him……
"Victoria? What are you doing? Victoria?" My brother said curiously as he saw me walk over to the man……..
"Sir…..soldier……hold on I am coming to help you." I said man tried again to pull himself up…..As soon as he was about to fall, I caught him. I sat down on the ground with his head resting on my thighs, only then did I get a good look at him. His face was covered with dirt, his dark brown hair was in disarray and his full lips were bleeding. He slowly opened his eyes…… I peered into brilliant blue eyes. He seemed to calm in my lap as he seeped back into unconsciousness.
"Leave him there Victoria…..He is a complete brute……That is Captain George Osborne the ninth……he is not very kind……and he is vain….." My brother said in distaste…….. I looked up at him and smirked.
"So are you dear brother……But I would not leave you to die on the battlefield….. Come on Henry help me get him home." I said as I picked him up under his arms
(Mordret Manor)
I took a cloth and dipped it in hot water, letting it stay in there for a few seconds before pulling it out and squeezing the water from it. I started to wipe the dirt gently off the George's face….He did not wake……..I slowly and gently removed his dirty army coat belts, sword and necktie………still he did not wake……I kept his undershirt on…..My bedspread was soiled…..but my father said that if I brought him here I alone would have to take care of him…………I grabbed a new cloth and again soaked it with water……I dabbed it onto his neck and shoulders….He stirred and opened his eyes slightly……..he looked around……….
"Where am I?" He asked to himself…….His eyes finally came onto me……..
"Who are you?" He asked……. It sounded more as a command.
"I am Victoria Mordret……….I found you on the battlefield……….Your safe now…………..can you stand up…….I need to examine your wounds…….but first, you need a bath…………I set a warm bath up for you so you can get….clean…" I said very formally, trying to hide my relief that he awoke. George nodded and I helped him sit up…….He tried to remove his shirt but had little success………..I grabbed the edges of the shirt and pulled it over his head…………He helped me by kicking off his boots………..I helped him stand up and I led him to the bathroom……..The bath was set….
"Close your eyes." George said sharply…….I led his rudeness slip by…….this once……..I closed my eyes and I heard him take off his trousers…….. Careful to not open my eyes…. I helped him into the bath……I heard a sigh of contentment.
"You can open them now……….." he told me softly……. I opened them and saw him relaxed in the tub……….I picked up his trousers and walked out of the room…..I closed the bathroom door and looked at my bed……it was disgusting…covered with dirt…….I called the maid to change the sheets and to bring my brother's robe in along with one of his nightshirts…she took his old clothes to the washing room…………As soon as the bed was maid and a robe was ready, I sat on the couch in exhaustion…..I was up all night tending to him….I did not even know his name. I was about to get comfortable when I heard my name being called out……I walked into the bathroom and saw him there looking annoyed.
"Well don't just stand there…..help me out." George said rudely………..I gave his icy glare……..I closed my eyes and helped him out……I held out a robe for his so he could get into it……I helped him back into bed…. When he was in bed I turned around and went behind the dressing corner to get out of my clothes……I got into my night corset and my nightgown…when I got out….my hair that was in a lose bun…..came down past my shoulders……..I walked over to the vanity and brushed my hair…….he was so quiet I forgot he was there……… I turned around to see his staring at me…..
"How are you feeling soldier?" I said turning around so I could gaze at him through the mirror.
"George Osborne the ninth is my name............ And I am in pain" he said curtly……..I stopped brushing my hair to look at him……..
"I know who you are…….. Let me see your wounds" I said as I got up and walked over to him…… he gave me an apprehensive look but quickly obeyed when he saw my facial expression…..
I saw his chest…it was covered with bruises……I gave him a worried look and sighed……
"It seems that you have a broken collar bone and these cuts and bruises need time to heal……you will need to stay in bed for a week or two so they can heal properly…." I said as I filled a glass of water hand handed it to him………he drank it silently…….
"Thank you for saving me." George said quietly……I looked into his blue eyes….he seemed sincere……. I felt a pang of emotion run through my veins…… I sighed…and took back the glass…..
"You will sleep in my room….and I will be down t he hall…call if you need anything." I said as I walked to the door……..George said nothing….... I walked out and closed the door behind me……… I turned to walk down the hallway and ran right into Henry……… He laughed as he saw my angry expression………..
"Is that angry face you have on directed at me or Mr. Osborne?" Henry said as he stopped laughing……….
"Both………. He is a complete jerk……… I am going to bed….. I will talk to you in the morning." I huffed as I stormed down the hallway. I was exhausted, and I needed my sleep.