A/n: This is my first fanfic for the China Garden, but flames are welcome
anyway. Well, constructive flames. Please review! (Btw, I'm writing this
fanfic partially to scare my parents, so I'm leaning heavily on
supernatural and romance stuff later. Just a warning!) And for those who
haven't read The China Garden before, it's about this story's characters'
descendents, Clare Rosamund Kenward and Mark Aylward. They are bound by
energies to Ravensmere; they are the Guardians of the Benison. The Benison
is a mystery; only the Guardians know what it is. The book is about Clare
and Mark accepting the Guardianship and their destinies together, so I
decided to write something about the daughter of one of their famous
ancestors (This is for Ali especially ^ ^)
Disclaimer: I do not own any that Liz Berry owns; I especially don't own her book The China Garden.
Ch. 1:
Rosamund Aurora Kenward brushed a speck of dirt off her sensible white dress, and quickly set mint leaves into the sparkling well water to steep. "Well water is good as usual," she said with a wry grin. She left the tea in the iron kettle to boil, and hummed contentedly as she went around her small kitchen. After about fifteen minutes, she took the kettle off the fireplace with her soft, big gloves and carefully poured the steaming tea into an earthenware mug. Her patient eyed the mug warily, and muttered, "Not again, please not again." Aurora pretended to pay no attention as she sprinkled a little sugar from a small bag into the cup, and brought the tea and weak broth to him. He shook his head insistently, like a little boy, and half-shouted, "I have been drinking this...flavored water for the past two weeks! I am not some old geyser half in the grave, Rose!"
"James Edward Aylward! Stay down or I'll smack you proper, patient or no! This is good for you, and you deserve this after the scare you gave me. You-you could have died, you simpleton!" She batted at some rebellious tendril of hair. "And you not only scared me, you also scared your fiancé!" She mock-glared at him. James smiled his trademark devil-may-care grin, and said carelessly, "Actually I'm ok now so Vicky and you-especially you-can stop being scared." Rose smiled sweetly. "Then you won't mind while I go ahead and leave you with Victoria while I go for a stroll in the garden with Gilbert."
James suddenly lost his smile. "Why are you walking with Gilbert?" Gilbert, who was James's best friend-and the charmer that half the girls in the village were swooning over, when they weren't doing that over James. James suddenly wanted to send Gilbert off for a nice little swim in mosquito-infested waters. Anywhere away from Rose, who was looking innocently at him. "Gilbert's a dear friend, you know that." Her eyes twinkled at him mischievously. "He's not bloody good enough for you," James muttered. Rose smiled wickedly at him. "But lately he's been ever so fond of me!" she teased. And it was true, Gilbert had practically died from admiration every time he saw her from the day he met Rose three years ago. For this reason, she didn't have many friends in the village girls so she spent all her time with her horses, dogs, and her imperious cat-oh yes, and the boys.
Disclaimer: I do not own any that Liz Berry owns; I especially don't own her book The China Garden.
Ch. 1:
Rosamund Aurora Kenward brushed a speck of dirt off her sensible white dress, and quickly set mint leaves into the sparkling well water to steep. "Well water is good as usual," she said with a wry grin. She left the tea in the iron kettle to boil, and hummed contentedly as she went around her small kitchen. After about fifteen minutes, she took the kettle off the fireplace with her soft, big gloves and carefully poured the steaming tea into an earthenware mug. Her patient eyed the mug warily, and muttered, "Not again, please not again." Aurora pretended to pay no attention as she sprinkled a little sugar from a small bag into the cup, and brought the tea and weak broth to him. He shook his head insistently, like a little boy, and half-shouted, "I have been drinking this...flavored water for the past two weeks! I am not some old geyser half in the grave, Rose!"
"James Edward Aylward! Stay down or I'll smack you proper, patient or no! This is good for you, and you deserve this after the scare you gave me. You-you could have died, you simpleton!" She batted at some rebellious tendril of hair. "And you not only scared me, you also scared your fiancé!" She mock-glared at him. James smiled his trademark devil-may-care grin, and said carelessly, "Actually I'm ok now so Vicky and you-especially you-can stop being scared." Rose smiled sweetly. "Then you won't mind while I go ahead and leave you with Victoria while I go for a stroll in the garden with Gilbert."
James suddenly lost his smile. "Why are you walking with Gilbert?" Gilbert, who was James's best friend-and the charmer that half the girls in the village were swooning over, when they weren't doing that over James. James suddenly wanted to send Gilbert off for a nice little swim in mosquito-infested waters. Anywhere away from Rose, who was looking innocently at him. "Gilbert's a dear friend, you know that." Her eyes twinkled at him mischievously. "He's not bloody good enough for you," James muttered. Rose smiled wickedly at him. "But lately he's been ever so fond of me!" she teased. And it was true, Gilbert had practically died from admiration every time he saw her from the day he met Rose three years ago. For this reason, she didn't have many friends in the village girls so she spent all her time with her horses, dogs, and her imperious cat-oh yes, and the boys.