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Veronica York- Born September 27, 1716. Mother: Charlotte York. Father: Unknown. Mother died in childbirth while a maid in the Beckett household so she was taken in by them as their ward. Eyes: Blue with a hint of green. Hair: Chocolate Brown, long, wavy. Personality: Can be calm but has a talent for trouble and speaking her mind and sword fight.
Prologue- London 1716
Charlotte York was waxing the floors of the Beckett house before she over come by dizziness. She felt that maybe if she rested for a moment the dizziness would pass. As soon as she stood up, the dizziness, became much stronger. One of the other maids, Estelle, noticed her friend's condition and helped her to the chair. "Charlotte, what is wrong?"
Before she could answer, Charlotte felt nausea overtake her. She ran to the nearest lavatory to empty the contents of her stomach. Charlotte splashed some cold water on her face and stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes held fear and unshed tears. She sat down on the floor and hugged her knees to her chest and cried. "Charlotte, are you ill?" Estelle asked rubbing her back soothingly.
Charlotte shook her head but still hid her face in her knees. "Then, what is... Oh, Charlotte, are you with chi-"
"Don't say it." Charlotte said looking up at Estelle while wiping her tears away.
"Who is the father?" Estelle asked after a moment of letting her friend cry into her shoulder.
"You know who it is." She said simply.
"Are you going to tell him?"
"I don't know. I don't know what to do either. I can't take care of this baby but I wouldn't let anyone else raise it. And what of the Beckett's? What will they do when they find out about my pregnancy? Will they terminate my employment?"
"Don't worry about that just yet. Go talk to Master Beckett and see what he has to say."
It took some convincing but Charlotte did eventually go and talk to the Becketts about her predicament. They looked at her with shock and disappointment but they were understanding at the same time. They had agreed to keep her on as long as she continued to work hard.
Nine months later
The wild storm outside was masking the screams and profanities coming from the last bedroom on the second floor. Charlotte dropped her head back down after another heavy contraction. She had been laboring for almost sixteen hours now and she was ready for it to be over.
Estelle was holding her hand and looked to the midwife at the foot of the bed. "Anything?"
"Nothing yet. But it shouldn't be long now. Just a few more hours." The midwife said encouragingly.
"Just a few more hours?" Charlotte asked incredulously. "I can't hold on for a few more minutes."
A few hours had passed and the contractions were really starting to take their toll on Charlotte. When the time came to push, she was too exhausted. "Come, Charlotte, just think, one more push and you will be able to see your baby. Just one more." Estelle said encouragingly.
Charlotte nodded and started pushing but the midwife and doctor stopped her. "Why? What's wrong?"
"The baby is coming out feet first."
"So?"
"So, if you try to push the baby out this way, you and most likely the child will die."
"Then what are you going to do?" Charlotte asked scared.
"I'm going to try to turn the child." The doctor tried a few times to turn the child so it was head first when coming out but it wasn't working. He realized that it was getting to the point where a decision would have to be made: the mother or the child.
He voiced his opinion to the Becketts who told him to ask Charlotte what she wanted. "Miss York, there is no easy way to say this, but the child, I was unable to turn it and the longer we wait, it increases the chance of suffocation for the baby. You are also losing blood and will die if something is not done soon."
"What are you saying then?" Charlotte asked with fear ever present in her eyes.
"I'm saying that we may need to decide between the child and you. I voiced this to the Becketts and they told me that it was your decision. So now I ask you, how do you wish to proceed?"
"You do everything you can for my baby. Save her?" The doctor nodded and began collecting the proper tools.
"Charlotte, how do you know that the baby is a girl?" Estelle asked.
"All throughout my pregnancy, I kept having dreams about a little girl with brown hair and eyes the color of the sea. I know in my heart, that this is a girl. And she's going to be beautiful and independent and spirited and worldly. I just know it."
After operating on Charlotte for what seemed like forever, the sound of a babies cries could be heard throughout the house. "You have a healthy baby girl, Ms. York." The midwife said after cleaning the child and placing her in Charlotte's eager arms.
"Charlotte, you were right." Estelle said shocked.
"Of course I was. She's perfect." She said with a smile before groaning in pain.
"Are you alright?"
"Umm, yes, I'll be alright."
"What is her name?" Mrs. Beckett asked.
"Veronica York."
"That's a beautiful name." the lady of the house complimented.
"Thank you. May I have a moment with my daughter?"
"Of course. Come on everyone." Mr. Beckett ushered everyone out of the room and left the new mother and daughter to their own devices.
"My sweet daughter, listen to me and listen to me close, I love you and I want you to remember that always. And I know your father would as well. I want you to have this locket and ring. There is a picture of me in there so you will have me with you always. I wish I could see you grow up." She yelped in pain again before continuing, "I love you and will hopefully see you again. Goodbye my daughter." With that she closed her eyes and was unable to comfort her daughter who started crying.
A few months later, Veronica was being raised in the Beckett household as their ward. Since no one knew who the father was or where he was, the Becketts felt it was their responsibility to raise Charlotte's little girl.
Estelle was walking into the marketplace when she ran into a familiar face. "Estelle, where is Charlotte? I have great news for her."
"I have to tell you something about Charlotte."
"What is it? What is wrong?"
"Charlotte died six months ago."
"What? How?"
"She died giving birth to your daughter."
"I have a daughter?" the man whispered.
"Yes, her name is Veronica and she looks just like Charlotte. The only difference is that Charlotte had blonde hair, Veronica's is dark like yours. She's so beautiful."
"Where is she? My daughter?"
"She is a ward of the Becketts. They are raising her as their own."
"Do they love her?"
"Yes, very much."
"Then that is all I can ask for." He said walking away.
"What do you mean? Aren't you going to raise her?"
"I'm working at sea all the time. I can't raise her on my own. I came here to marry Charlotte but now, it's too late. Just do me a favor, one day tell her that her father loves her and did what was best for her and what is best for her was to never know me." He said before walking away again.
Sixteen years passed and Charlotte's vision about her daughter was about to come true.