Meet the Governess

~Prologue~

It had begun when they first moved to England, and it wasn't the first time she had gone out during the day, and returned late in the evening. In fact, it had seemed so trifling in the beginning. At first, it had started off as the simple 'outing.' The lady would go out with her maids and servants, dressed regally as ever, her carriage whisking her away to a day of fun and glamour amongst the shops and trinkets available. The Viscount had always seen her to the door with his natural bright smile, ocean-like blue eyes gazing down at her with love and adoration. His arm would be holding gently onto hers as she laughed at whatever witty thing he said, and that laugh was what always made his world shift. It was like the jingle of bells in his ear, sweet and melodic.

At the door, his arm would stray upon her waist, eyes pushing love through their telepathic lovers bond and their son would poke his head from the drawing room, just in time to see his parents at the door. A grin, so alike the one his father always wore, was upon his lips as he darted out of the room to sprint towards them, colliding with his mother's dress skirts in a tight hug.

The Viscountess would always stumble backwards just a bit, relying on her husband's hand to always steady her, which was why his hand never left her side until their son arrived. Mirth appeared in both their eyes as they gazed down at him. There was a mop of blonde hair, almost identical to his fathers, save the little cowlick that was unique to only the Viscount. Underneath the beautiful pale yellow were long lashes that framed the most gorgeous pair of dark blue eyes. They copied hers almost to the detail, with flecks of brown and gold mixed in due to his father adding in. But they were deep and bottomless, eyes that captivated any looker. And that they did, as he clung to his mother's waist and stared up at his two parents, the smile of a young and youthful toddler melting their hearts.

"Come back soon, momma!" he would chirp and the woman would plant a soft kiss on his forehead, uttering soft things before waving her hands and stepping into the carriage.

Little did they know that soon enough, the once-mesmerizing dark blue irises held no more hold to the fair woman, and the captivating grin that had melted her heart almost every day had been replaced by the mental image of something far, far more tempting.

"Charlotte!" The blonde man thundered; anguish filling his bright blue eyes, turning them stormy with grief. He stared at the woman before him in his office. Charlotte was simply a mess and a disgraceful mess to begin with. Brown ringlets that usually held much splendor, styled upon her head, was now knotted and let loose, hanging all around her neck and shoulders. In fact, the edges of her red, burgundy dress had been slipping down her shoulders, revealing pale skin that was marked with red. The woman's face was flushed, her lips bruised, and her hands were clenched at her side as her dark blue eyes were downcast.

However, she was in no pain. The small sighs that left her mouth were ones of lust and yearn. The marks that dotted her body, underneath her dress where the Viscount could not see, were in fact love marks, ones that sent her body reeling in pleasure. Her eyes were nearly closed, imagining the man's mouth on her, making her feel special, far more special, in a way that womanhood could only give through love making.

"Charlotte, ANSWER ME!" Her husband had yelled at her, cravat hanging loosely and his blonde hair disheveled. What was this? She had come home close to dawn, leaving him in a state of terror as he pined away through the night. And now THIS? "Where were you?!" He demanded, his fist slamming onto his mahogany desk, his face livid. He wasn't stupid, and he knew exactly what had happened. But…Why?

"Alfred, please…" she said softly, finally finding her voice and looking up with determined blue eyes. Shock was clearly written on her husband's face. "You'll wake up Franklin." She murmured before turning her head away again, wringing her hands before her.

"To hell with that!" He hissed underneath his breath before glaring at her and stalking around his desk towards her. "What HAPPENED?" he cried and she saw him flinch, looking up quickly to speak coldly.

"Can you not see, my lord?" She replied back just as smartly, her eyes smoldering. No wonder they made quite the pair. They levelled with each other ridiculously well. "I have gone out, and slept with a man I have come to love."

"L-Love?!" Alfred had spluttered his hands wrung into the air. "And what we have, what we always had was not even equal to this… this love?!" He reasoned out, gesturing at her love-marked body.

However, the Viscountess was not moved nor did her expression falter. She gathered up her skirts as best as she could, her body still tired, yet yearning for more. It was something that Alfred couldn't give. Only him. Alfred was sweet, but the other gave pleasure. She could no longer deny it, she wanted the pleasure. "Our relationship was pure and gentle." She admitted, making her way to the door, leaving him shocked and motionless at her words. "However," she turned her head down to look bitter. "I will not stand to live with a man who cannot sustain my needs any more than this one can." She said coldly and she left the room, the door swinging open behind her.

That was the last the Viscount had ever seen of her, much less heard of her. The last piece of information he had received was from an innocent boy who had managed to glimpse a sight of her. She had apparently climbed into the carriage of a foreign visitor, only to never return in it. When he pressed for answers, the boy simply stuttered out that he was French.

Love. What a silly thing. What a useless, fleeting idea that only brought pain. Alfred could only bear so much pain as he held Franklin that night in his arms, sobbing into the boy's shoulder as the child blinked at him in confusion, hugging his father tightly around his neck. "Papa..?" he mumbled quietly, sleepily, as it was already the blinking of dawn. But the man could only clutch at him tighter, pathetic and hopeless, for how could he taint a four year old's mind of his own mother? The idea…well, even to him, it was unfathomable.

Author's Notes:

Hellloooo~ Well, this is my first attempt at an actual fic…! The things I've written before have mainly been drabbles and…well, very VERY short ones only due to the fact that they were just requests. 100 word fics..you know, those kind. But really, i swear to god the chapters will be longer. I love long chapters.

Anyways, I honestly do hope you all come to enjoy this fanfic. I hope that the prologue was enough to hook you on, wanting more! *winks* Regardless, I'll try my best to write it at the best of my abilities. Also, i wanted to write a story in this era (Elizabethan Era) because a fic i just recently read ("A Not-So-Classic Romance" got me hooked. READ THIS ONE it's fantastic...)

Moving on, about the story so far…Bah, what am I saying? It's only the prologue! But either way, as a little recap, yes. Alfred, Charlotte, and their dear son Franklin was indeed a very happy family. But when they moved to England, Charlotte caught herself up in a very, very bad affair, costing her her own marriage and happiness with her son and a husband who loved her very much. She did end up running away with that French man. (Are you all guessing it was Francis? Ahah…perhaps it was, perhaps it will be, who knows? *grins evilly* Or maybe it can literally just be some random French dude…I mean, the whole of France is the country of love. It could be anyone. I should stop talking now.)

Another thing…even though no plot was introduced yet, I will give you a VERY vague hint. In fact… it's so vague that I bet you none will get it right now. The plot is actually very alike to this one musical I simply adore. ( No of course I won't say what musical. Then you'll know the plot. ) But I have an inkling that once it has been established into the story, the ones who've watched said musical will know exactly. xD Ah well, I've talked enough.

Happy reading, see you soon!

Agape