Title: Look over Here
Author/Artist: XDebbie-TurnerX
Pairing: William Turner & Illyana Beckett (OC)
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Theme: #1 – Look Over Here
Disclaimer: I do not own Will Turner or Pirates of the Caribbean but I do own Illyana Beckett who is my own creation.
Word Count: 962
Warning: Illyana's P.O.V - 1st Person
I awake, sweat is dripping down the corners of my face as I look around my eyes must seem to be as wide as plates as I try not to start the hired help, who I can hear rushing around outside my door, with my heavy breathing. That was really some dream I just had. I had never felt so many emotions rushing through my body before and it was just a dream! Illyana Beckett… Illyana Beckett, that's who I am. Lady of Port Royale right at this moment and daughter of Cutler Beckett.
My curls of brown hair cascade down the front of my light blue nightdress as the covers slide down my body. Just how early is it? Well not to matter I'm sure it can't be that early or that late either for my father would have knocked on my door to wake me by now. I feel my body heat up as I think of him again. Of him I mean William Turner. William is the assistant to the local blacksmith here and he is from Glasgow himself. I feel rather weird and I know I should punish myself for dreaming of him but how can I not?
Just imagining his face right now is making me all hot and bothered. His brown hair, darker than my own, swept back and his hazel eyes boring into my soul like nothing of this earth. Yes I know it sounds like I'm in love. Well to be honest I feel like I am in love with him but I am told by father many times of how I should marry into royalty. He does not know about how I feel about William. If he did he would long to hate him more than he already does. I do not know all the details but I do know of how my father had locked him up and locked up his fiancée over some pirate who's name I've heard cursed from my fathers lips countless times.
My hand flies to my head as I remember her too. Elizabeth Swann, daughter to the governor. Elizabeth is a good friend of mine. This is with the fact that our father's hate each other. Because our fathers hate each other we get the chance to be friends and play on their hatred although I know of how much father hates that I get along with her so much. Yet to be honest with my father, with Elizabeth and with myself I feel utterly… completely… jealous of her. She has gotten William. She has kissed his lips many times and gotten to feel what it is like in his arms.
How I would love to get to do that. Get to know how his touch feels like. How I would feel if he was to lean in closer… close enough to press his lips onto mine so I could feel the warmth of his breath. For this is only a fraction of last nights dream. The kiss felt so warm to me, the way he kissed me. For me this was no dream but perhaps some sort of vault into the future. This was a way to show me what could happen if I were to tell him of my feelings. Yet with him marrying someone of such beauty and brains as Elizabeth why would he take a second glance over at me?
With my father being of such manner, why would he even consider my existence? There must be more to my life than to be tortured by dreams that haunt me. I think dreams… why do I think dreams? What I mean to say and think is nightmares. Pleasurable, sinful and forbidden nightmares that should not make me feel this way. I cannot let myself be subdued by such emotions. I must remember of what title I am. Beauty cannot win over a man. A personality must be present. Although I own both qualities I have not yet to show dear William these – my beauty is shown only by a fraction – when he sees me.
When I finally find my feet on the floor. I glance down at the burgundy shade of my carpet with wonder as I keep my thoughts to a minimum in fright that I may think of him once more. Though I mustn't it would only destroy me if I let him take over once more. I walk over to my robe, which is hanging flimsy on my straw chair and bring the satin piece into my hands before slipping it over my shoulders. I wonder now of how long it would be until my head dresser will come into the room with this morning's corset. How I hate corsets but I am used to them… they do not make me feel so bad anymore.
Illyana, you mustn't be silly. I remember my thoughts as I think of my Scottish accent echoing around the room. The tone of my voice would be rather sarcastic for my thoughts would most definitely only bring William back into my mind.
"Milady, are you decent?" That's her now. My head adviser ready to get me dressed.
"Yes, ah am. Please come in." I would speak. My lingo strong as I straighten my back and look at my changing screen where I would have to now get dressed for who ever will be coming to visit the estate this day. There is so much a girl can take but I must say I cannot take any more of this because Margarette is very good telling when there is something bothering me.
"Milady, are you okay?" See what I mean? I turn back towards her and nod softly before I allow her to help dress me.