"May you find my heart again when I am gone from here" his voice a mere whisper in the wind he turned to leave…
Set in the late 1800's
"I have yet to believe you are right Mr Cullen" said the dainty woman unto whom had yet to receive her proposal from his eldest son, Jasper. He replied to her that she was mistaken and should realise a woman of her standing could not argue with his comment, for Mr Cullen earned four in twenty thousand a year and Miss Brandon's family only six. He had not wanted a son of his to be associated with such, yet as he did not approve he could not deny his son love or happiness, even if he was of high standing he would not purposely harm his son emotionally.
So as a last whim decided to ask the young Miss Brandon if she would not find love else where. Miss Brandon was stubborn and would not listen to him.
He let out a sigh of relief, Alice Brandon he was sure would marry his son for love, not money. Although many married not for love in their time and when love was in their mists it was somewhat refreshing.
"If you would excuse me Sir I pray you tell me of why I am not suitable for your son?" a small bow of her head was all the movement she had made.
"I did not express such feelings Miss Brandon, now I do ask you would stay the night, it is dark and I would hate to think of you out on your own" she had answered her thanks and had retired to a chamber in the west wing.
"Father I could not help but listen to your conversation, and well, I must tell you of my apprehension of the situation"
A small smile played on the lips of Mr Cullen as his middle child Rosalie entered the room "I am not surprised you had not heard something to your liking. Did I ever tell you of eavesdroppers?"
"Oh Mama he is truly handsome and his family are of four in twenty thousand a year" Miss Swan span around the room in a girly fashion as her mother laughed and responded how they must tell Mr Swan immediately.
"Mama, surely papa will approve?"
"I am sure my child. Now keep still or corset will be loose"
"We would never wish for a loose corset now would we mama, what would the world come to"
"You laugh now child but trust me, when Edward Cullen is to see you, he will ask for your hand!"
"Because my corset is tight? Mother that hardly sounds reasonable"
"Shh, now child you are playing on my nerves, you know how my nerves are"
Young miss Swan nodded in response and let out a little wheeze as her mother tightened her clothing.
