This is my first Fanfiction for the Scarlet Pimpernel. The Scarlet Pimpernel is one of my favorite Historical fiction books so I had to write a Fanfiction. Hopefully, I write another chapter and continue until the end.
Constructive critism and praise is greatly welcome, as I will become a write in the near/distant future!
All the characters mentioned here are mine except Sir Percy and Lady Margurite. They both belong to Baroness Ozcry. :(
Chapter 1
The maids hurried about the house, making way for me as I wandered through the halls. Stopping at a window, I leaned against the window sill and stared at the scenery. The day was perfect.
The sun was shining brightly through the cloudy sky and the thick foliage surrounding our home. It was a beautiful day except for the ugly grey carriage strapped to four of our best horses. It stood dramatically against the earthy hues of brown and the gentle shades of green.
It was that time of year again, the time that we return to Kent, which is one of the most relaxing places to be in my opinion. The area where my father lives is filled with the same luscious foliage as our home here. My mother had me travel there every year around this time to see my father and spend the winter month with him, a few weeks before Christmas. My favorite part was meeting my father's friends, such as Sir Percy Blakeney and his wife Lady Margurite.
I loved it, though after I turned 14, my mother refused to let me go by myself and then let alone go at all. But earlier this week when my mother suddenly announced that we were going to Kent, I knew that there was another reason. There's always another reason with mother.
"Milady?"
A small voice brought me out of my reverie. It was my maid, Sarah, reminding me that the carriage was ready to go. The maids had finally calmed down and they were lined along the halls with their heads bowed and those who were more defiant than others daringly stared right into my eyes. Outside, a somber group had gathered by the carriage. To my amusement, my younger sister Opal, had taken it upon herself to dress in her best black ensemble.
As I walked past her to join mother and my elder sister Veronica in the carriage, I felt small hands latch onto the back of my dress. Looking over my shoulder, I sighed as I saw that her tears had already started to over flow.
"Do you really have to go?" She asked still clinging to my skirts, her voice trembling.
I smiled gently, how I hated to see her cry. Stooping down to her level, I pulled her into my arms for a strong hug. I was so close to Opal, we were confidantes or 'secret keepers' as she called it and had a close bond. It was always painful to leave on long trips and she wasn't able to make it.
"Yes," I said gently, "Nothing I do or say shall deter mother this time." And pulled away from her as more tears threatened to spill over, I quickly added, "But while I am gone, you are the new lady of the house." I told her in a mock voice of superiority. I smiled when she nodded slowly and her tears to dry. "Keep this safe for me while I am gone." I told her slipping one of my prized charm bracelets off my wrists and on to her smaller ones. She nodded once again, her tears now nearly dried and she wore a slightly bigger smile on her face. I gave her one last, warm hug and gave her nurse maid strict orders, then got in the carriage. "Watch over the house!" I shouted back to her as we started off, bumping around on the dirt path.
As the horses picked up speed, I stared out the window at Opal's receding figure and sighed sadly. Turning around to face mother, who's lips were pursed into a tight line, I managed a small, empty smile before rearranging the skirts on my legs.