TITLE. Chocolates Meet Sapphires

AUTHOR. DrTBrennan

CHAPTER. Prologue - Cerulean Blue Eyes

DISCLAIMER. I've been begging and begging for it, but I realized you need millions or billions of dollars to own it. -pouts-

AUTHOR'S NOTE. For all those still following my other story, "Life of a World Class Forensic Anthropologist," I would just like to say that I am still continuing it. It's just that I'm having a few minor problems with writing it, but I'll get it done as soon as possible. Thank-you all of for following the story. Now, I would like to present to you, Chocolates Meet Sapphires.


Seeley strolled through the market, occasionally being greeted by the villagers, welcoming his lordship to their cart. He politely declined each invitation with a gentle shake of his head and a smile, as he was too emotionally defeated to converse with anyone. Sadness was the primary emotion that played a role in the dulling of his chocolate brown eyes. The fair Lady Rebecca Stinson of Rosewood, his dear love, had wedded another, while he had departed for business in London. He had thought that she loved him, but in the end, he wasn't the love that she was searching for.

The bright noon sun was beaming down fiercely. Drips of sweat rolled down his neck. He wiped some that were burning his eyes. The humidity was suffocating, but he continued on. Sets of female eyes followed, as he walked by. The silly girls hoping that his grace would notice them. They would do anything just to warm his lordship's bed. Yet, he had no eyes for them.

He wandered to a bench, under a tree, to sit, hoping the shade would settle the heat he was experiencing. His eyes wandered, watching the villagers interact with each other, something that he rarely experiences. He smiled to himself, when he saw a group of children chasing each other around, their faces bright and cheerful. He turned his gaze to the other direction and something, rather someone, captivated his attention instantly.

Standing by a stall of beautiful, intricate fans, was a lady he had never seen before. Her hair curled at the ends, and a pale pink flower clip in her luscious auburn hair. Her gorgeous lavender gown accented her beautiful curves and exposing an area of creamy skin around her neckline. She was holding a light purple parasol, blocking the sun's rays from her delicate and flawless ivory skin. She was admiring a flower print, laced fan with her petite fingers.

He stood up and approached the stall with confidence, pretending not to notice her at first, but soon couldn't resist. His hands laced together behind him, as he scanned her up and down from behind. He watched as she placed the fan down.

He turned to the cart owner. "I'll buy that flower print, laced fan," he turned to the fair lady, "for this beautiful lady." Seeley grinned at her. He caught her eyes, a beautiful and mysterious cerulean blue.

"I am quite capable of paying for my own fan, sir," she replied, shooting a gaze of annoyance at him.

"But I insist on purchasing it for you, fair lady," he shot her a smile, full of charisma.

She frowned, holding her hand up to stop him. "Please don't attempt your charm smile at me, sir, because it will not work. I insist on purchasing the fan myself."

She handed the cart owner a reasonable sum, in return for the fan. "Now, if you will excuse me, I must go," she said, then scurried off into the crowd.

Seeley watched her leave, curiosity sketched on his face. A lady, as fair, had not once rejected him. He had to know her name. It was probably as beautiful as she. Smiling to himself, he followed her through the throng of villagers. When he was almost an arm's length away from her, females stopped him, surrounding him in adoration. He frowned, trying to pull away from the fawning females, while watching the mysterious lady continue to walk away, until she turned a corner and was no longer visible. He sighed, finally escaping the clutches of silly girls.

"I must learn her name," he murmured.

He strolled back to his awaiting black stallion, Caliber, giving a nod to Charles, his valet in town. He gathered the reins from Charles, and then easily swung himself onto the horse. He clasped the reins tightly before guiding Caliber onto the dirt path towards his mansion, Caliber eager for a run. The sky darkened slightly, signifying nightfall was approaching steadily. Seeley urged his stallion to a gallop, in attempt to reach his mansion before it was truly dim.


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