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In A Era of Innocence
by
Alyson Grant
Living in a world of lies and deceit a woman falls prey to love. A son, who is heir to the throne lives in this world as he ascends into adulthood without a mothers gentle hand. It takes the fates of misfortune and distress to realize love is a path to be taken. In the aftermath of death, true love can either be found or denied. This is the early saga of a family whose trials and tribulations will forever live infamy.
Chapter One:
My parents were the most talked about couple of their time. They were the wonder and the glitter of society. My mother, a beautiful debutante and my father a dashing gentleman with good looks and charm made them in a instant, two people with undeniable attraction to each other. They started to see each other and it was speculated that only marriage could follow. And it did. It was a fairy tale come true and it almost seemed too good to be true. Happily ever after in fact and in my experience…good things never last.
I heard the arguments and saw the tears. Soon enough I heard the silence and then felt the calm that followed. I felt happy because the arguing was finally over. Did I really believe that? Or was I just naive?
In those days divorce was virtually unheard of. It was scandalous. Once married you stay together. In the eyes of God you were almost one. They exuded glamour, wealth, and a healthy thirst to be the most daring and the were the one's who would try new things and dared to be different. Being told that this wasn't proper and that they would be unique in a new and possibly bad way didn't deter them. Being part of normality I guess just wasn't so for them and at seven years old I learned that to be a daughter of nobility didn't always protect you. In fact if anything it hurt you even more. I made a vow to never marry because it only brings pain.
By the time I was eleven, I had grown used to living with both of my parents. I also became used to seeing nanny's more than my own mother. We all did. Born the youngest in a group of three was always a place to disdain I suppose. My brother Thomas was two years older than I and my eldest and only sister Sarah was four years older than I. Slightly chubby and with a sweet tooth as a young child I was always the girl who tagged along and was left behind. I admired my older sister because she was everything I wasn't. Everything I thought I would never ever be.
Boarding school was the only respectable place for a young lady. And Sarah sure was a lady. Some people are born to play that part. Some are not and just having the title means nothing if you aren't what you should or could be both inside and out. Thomas was always the older brother who looked out for me and protected me. I look back on those days of childhood fun with fondness. I recall when he pushed me into the swimming pool when I didn't expect it. Oh how I hollered! Thomas even though he was the obvious cause of my distress helped me out of the water and then has the nerve to laugh at the way my hair was plastered to my face.
By the time I was sixteen I had lost most of my baby fat and while I couldn't be called slender per se I was very different then the way I was before. By the time I was sixteen Sarah was twenty and seeing the Prince. It didn't seem serious. A few dates here and there. Very hush hush you see because everyone is always interested as to who the Prince's love interest was and loved to make more of a situation than what it really was. Then as time passed it wasn't a secret any longer and the media had a field day over it all.
I met him a few times as a child seeing as how everyone in our social circle knew each other. The prince was a bit of a playboy and he and Sarah began to see other people. They still had a few dates, here and there, but then gradually as time went on they went there separate ways. They parted on good terms and Sarah, happy and beautiful as ever started to see someone else and they soon became a exclusive couple. They truly loved each other and much later became engaged to be married.
I saw the Prince once more for the first time since I was a teenager at a party given by mutual friends. It took just one look to remember the small crush I used to have on my older sister's boyfriend back then even though we were both with dates that evening. I recalled that when I was a teenager he seemed like the most mature of men. I had imagined, in one of those many childish girls fantasies that he would be the person who would eventually lead me to what my heart desired His dark hared date with sharp eyes and pretty in a sophisticated way was very possessive of him. She would be the same woman who would haunt my dreams for many a night in due time.
Although I had a title and it wasn't necessary to work, I chose to. Mother was astonished but I had to do something more with my life than get married, have children, and keep a good home. I always loved children and started to work at a local nursery. I was good at what I did and my hard work and dedication reflected that and more. I didn't bother to wonder about the fact that I was one of the few ladies of high society who dared to work and didn't care much about the latest fashions. I was different and dared to defy the set role I was expected to play.
It would be a few months before I saw the Prince again. We talked about many things that night and that woman wasn't even in tow this time! I learned so much about him. He was serious at times and very funny. He had this warmth about him that everyone seemed to love. That I too began to love.
I never expected him to profess a interest in me. It seemed impossible for him to do so and I couldn't think of a good reason as to why he would. Yet he did. He asked me out and one thing led to another. After we dated for a few months I found myself falling in love with him. He also seemed to have a genuine interest in me. One night under the stars while I was wrapped in his arms he said that he loved me.
I'm a shy person at heart and was flustered even though I knew that I loved him too. I suspect he sensed my shyness and purposely made it easier for me to not concentrate just on those words just said to me and the closeness of him by kissing me. Sweet and soft as all his kisses were I forgot myself. When we finally pulled apart I very shyly said that I loved him as well. I still consider that night to be one of the most romantic in my life.
Perhaps the media sensed our love because they suddenly knew who I was. They showed up at my job and stopped me from entering my home. These nameless, faceless stalkers whose only claim to a thought was of the camera and getting the first story and golden picture that would make their name and that of their affiliates more known called my name whenever they saw me and took pictures at every opportunity they could get. They reminded me of vicious vultures stalking it's helpless and defenseless prey mercilessly.
I was hardly a helpless woman but I felt defenseless against their sharp cries and the unending flashes of their cameras and the smooth businesslike tones of reporters. They called my name whenever they saw me and took pictures at every opportunity they could get. Convenient or inconvenient they were usually there despite it all. I felt like crying every time I was in a store shopping and would have to leave through the back door to escape them. It was a part of a life I would never become used to and would always be made uncomfortable by.
The media had a field day when we announced our engagement. They were a blur of excitement, questions, and were in uproar. Suddenly it was not only a slightly curious speculation but a fact that I would be someday be the new Queen. In all the rush of it all with me falling in love with the Prince the vow I had made as a child to myself never to marry seemed to be forgotten. Perhaps I should have taken the vow of chastity more seriously…
In A Era of Innocence
by
Alyson Grant
Living in a world of lies and deceit a woman falls prey to love. A son, who is heir to the throne lives in this world as he ascends into adulthood without a mothers gentle hand. It takes the fates of misfortune and distress to realize love is a path to be taken. In the aftermath of death, true love can either be found or denied. This is the early saga of a family whose trials and tribulations will forever live infamy.
Chapter One:
My parents were the most talked about couple of their time. They were the wonder and the glitter of society. My mother, a beautiful debutante and my father a dashing gentleman with good looks and charm made them in a instant, two people with undeniable attraction to each other. They started to see each other and it was speculated that only marriage could follow. And it did. It was a fairy tale come true and it almost seemed too good to be true. Happily ever after in fact and in my experience…good things never last.
I heard the arguments and saw the tears. Soon enough I heard the silence and then felt the calm that followed. I felt happy because the arguing was finally over. Did I really believe that? Or was I just naive?
In those days divorce was virtually unheard of. It was scandalous. Once married you stay together. In the eyes of God you were almost one. They exuded glamour, wealth, and a healthy thirst to be the most daring and the were the one's who would try new things and dared to be different. Being told that this wasn't proper and that they would be unique in a new and possibly bad way didn't deter them. Being part of normality I guess just wasn't so for them and at seven years old I learned that to be a daughter of nobility didn't always protect you. In fact if anything it hurt you even more. I made a vow to never marry because it only brings pain.
By the time I was eleven, I had grown used to living with both of my parents. I also became used to seeing nanny's more than my own mother. We all did. Born the youngest in a group of three was always a place to disdain I suppose. My brother Thomas was two years older than I and my eldest and only sister Sarah was four years older than I. Slightly chubby and with a sweet tooth as a young child I was always the girl who tagged along and was left behind. I admired my older sister because she was everything I wasn't. Everything I thought I would never ever be.
Boarding school was the only respectable place for a young lady. And Sarah sure was a lady. Some people are born to play that part. Some are not and just having the title means nothing if you aren't what you should or could be both inside and out. Thomas was always the older brother who looked out for me and protected me. I look back on those days of childhood fun with fondness. I recall when he pushed me into the swimming pool when I didn't expect it. Oh how I hollered! Thomas even though he was the obvious cause of my distress helped me out of the water and then has the nerve to laugh at the way my hair was plastered to my face.
By the time I was sixteen I had lost most of my baby fat and while I couldn't be called slender per se I was very different then the way I was before. By the time I was sixteen Sarah was twenty and seeing the Prince. It didn't seem serious. A few dates here and there. Very hush hush you see because everyone is always interested as to who the Prince's love interest was and loved to make more of a situation than what it really was. Then as time passed it wasn't a secret any longer and the media had a field day over it all.
I met him a few times as a child seeing as how everyone in our social circle knew each other. The prince was a bit of a playboy and he and Sarah began to see other people. They still had a few dates, here and there, but then gradually as time went on they went there separate ways. They parted on good terms and Sarah, happy and beautiful as ever started to see someone else and they soon became a exclusive couple. They truly loved each other and much later became engaged to be married.
I saw the Prince once more for the first time since I was a teenager at a party given by mutual friends. It took just one look to remember the small crush I used to have on my older sister's boyfriend back then even though we were both with dates that evening. I recalled that when I was a teenager he seemed like the most mature of men. I had imagined, in one of those many childish girls fantasies that he would be the person who would eventually lead me to what my heart desired His dark hared date with sharp eyes and pretty in a sophisticated way was very possessive of him. She would be the same woman who would haunt my dreams for many a night in due time.
Although I had a title and it wasn't necessary to work, I chose to. Mother was astonished but I had to do something more with my life than get married, have children, and keep a good home. I always loved children and started to work at a local nursery. I was good at what I did and my hard work and dedication reflected that and more. I didn't bother to wonder about the fact that I was one of the few ladies of high society who dared to work and didn't care much about the latest fashions. I was different and dared to defy the set role I was expected to play.
It would be a few months before I saw the Prince again. We talked about many things that night and that woman wasn't even in tow this time! I learned so much about him. He was serious at times and very funny. He had this warmth about him that everyone seemed to love. That I too began to love.
I never expected him to profess a interest in me. It seemed impossible for him to do so and I couldn't think of a good reason as to why he would. Yet he did. He asked me out and one thing led to another. After we dated for a few months I found myself falling in love with him. He also seemed to have a genuine interest in me. One night under the stars while I was wrapped in his arms he said that he loved me.
I'm a shy person at heart and was flustered even though I knew that I loved him too. I suspect he sensed my shyness and purposely made it easier for me to not concentrate just on those words just said to me and the closeness of him by kissing me. Sweet and soft as all his kisses were I forgot myself. When we finally pulled apart I very shyly said that I loved him as well. I still consider that night to be one of the most romantic in my life.
Perhaps the media sensed our love because they suddenly knew who I was. They showed up at my job and stopped me from entering my home. These nameless, faceless stalkers whose only claim to a thought was of the camera and getting the first story and golden picture that would make their name and that of their affiliates more known called my name whenever they saw me and took pictures at every opportunity they could get. They reminded me of vicious vultures stalking it's helpless and defenseless prey mercilessly.
I was hardly a helpless woman but I felt defenseless against their sharp cries and the unending flashes of their cameras and the smooth businesslike tones of reporters. They called my name whenever they saw me and took pictures at every opportunity they could get. Convenient or inconvenient they were usually there despite it all. I felt like crying every time I was in a store shopping and would have to leave through the back door to escape them. It was a part of a life I would never become used to and would always be made uncomfortable by.
The media had a field day when we announced our engagement. They were a blur of excitement, questions, and were in uproar. Suddenly it was not only a slightly curious speculation but a fact that I would be someday be the new Queen. In all the rush of it all with me falling in love with the Prince the vow I had made as a child to myself never to marry seemed to be forgotten. Perhaps I should have taken the vow of chastity more seriously…