Disclaimer: I don't own any of this except the extra's I cast. I don't
think I can write better than the original characters authors or the people
that wrote the script but I hope they don't mind if I try. I don't own, so
don't sue.
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Chapter 1, part 1: Post.
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"I don't see how this could have happened"
With shaking hands the shivering girl dropped the remainder of her post into the puddle of rain water that had gathered at her feet, so the ink ran and swirled into unreadable patterns. The storm continued outside regardless of her sudden feelings, but her mood had just turned to match it.
"This isn't possible"
The letter in her hands was read over twice again.
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'Dear Miss Milton,
As you fathers closest acquaintance and neighbor, I must write to you under regretful circumstances. As he asked me in life, I am bound to write to you to inform you of his death. My condolences to you, I need none offered in return.
Mr. Greenvale Yates,
125 High Street London.
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It slowly sunk in, and the weather could have been no more of a mirror to her. Storms of anger and sadness raged in her, quiet unlike her usual feelings and she didn't like the idea.
"Lady?" A timid maid had entered the hall and was now standing at the lady's elbow watching the woman's expression carefully, while at the same time noting the mess she would have to clean up after the lady moved away. "Lady is there a problem?"
Thoughts sorted themselves quickly and the young woman composed herself. "Nothing that is your business Ame, now my coat, and ready a carriage, I want Q & B as the lead horses"
The girl nodded and moved away without a word, as Alexia turned on her heel and walked quickly down the hall, ignoring the fact that she was still soaked wet to the bone and was leaving quiet a mess in her wake. She hurried up a narrow marble stair case, watching the portraits fly along the walls, all looking down upon her forebodingly, as if the ancient lines of her family disproved of her.
'You have a right to' she thought in bitter irony. 'I should have known what would happen when I said No'
She reached two grand doors at the end of another long hall and pushed against them. They didn't move.
"Of course you would have locked it" she muttered as she clapped her hands twice. The door swung open soundlessly and she continued. Nodding to a small boy on the other side before continuing, Alexia swept her soaking hair back into a bun and fastened it there with a pencil from her top pocket. "Go and help your sister"
The boy nodded curtly before disappeared down the hall. Alexia was left to a room full of books. Her father's library.
"Where are you" she muttered quietly as she ran her hand along the dusty volumes reading each title as she went. Her hand came to rest on a book between two rather large volumes of math text books, her gifts when she had been accepted into her school. "Found you"
She crossed over to the grand mahogany table and tossed the atlas unceremoniously onto the top, the heavy book making a thud that echoed in the silence of the house. She looked up to the picture she herself had drawn of her father that, still in charcoal, hang above the dormant fire place. This had to be done.
Ten minutes later, the maid had returned dressed not in her cream servant uniform, but in a midnight blue dress, dressed in the attire of a lady. "All is ready"
Alexia looked up from her calculations and nodded, before sliding the paper over to the girl. "Will it work?"
"It may lady, if-"
"Will it work?"
"If the plan is flawless, no mistakes can be made"
"It is not an intention"
"Good then yes, it can be done"
Alexia almost smiled but couldn't, as her eyes fell on her father's picture.
"I will be down in a moment, go and wait in the garden"
Alexia watched the girl go, before opening the top draw of the desk and taking out leather bound journal. Her fathers, but barely recognizable, the faded silver lettering faint enough to be overlooked.
"Don't worry; they will pay for what they have done to you"
Alexia took the three other possessions of her father she owned from the draw and left the room in peace. Walking to her own, she grabbed her coat that had been laid out for her on her bed and threw it over her shoulders, pocketing the possessions and laying the journal in the old bag at her feet.
"They will pay dearly"
Last words whispered, she stalked out of sight, leaving nothing but a draft of wind to disturb the room and the only other occupant, previously unnoticed. He smiled as he watched the girl out the window, climb into the carriage and set off.
"Good" he whispered watching the carriage until it was out of sight. "Very good"
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Chapter 1, part 1: Post.
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"I don't see how this could have happened"
With shaking hands the shivering girl dropped the remainder of her post into the puddle of rain water that had gathered at her feet, so the ink ran and swirled into unreadable patterns. The storm continued outside regardless of her sudden feelings, but her mood had just turned to match it.
"This isn't possible"
The letter in her hands was read over twice again.
"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" ""
'Dear Miss Milton,
As you fathers closest acquaintance and neighbor, I must write to you under regretful circumstances. As he asked me in life, I am bound to write to you to inform you of his death. My condolences to you, I need none offered in return.
Mr. Greenvale Yates,
125 High Street London.
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It slowly sunk in, and the weather could have been no more of a mirror to her. Storms of anger and sadness raged in her, quiet unlike her usual feelings and she didn't like the idea.
"Lady?" A timid maid had entered the hall and was now standing at the lady's elbow watching the woman's expression carefully, while at the same time noting the mess she would have to clean up after the lady moved away. "Lady is there a problem?"
Thoughts sorted themselves quickly and the young woman composed herself. "Nothing that is your business Ame, now my coat, and ready a carriage, I want Q & B as the lead horses"
The girl nodded and moved away without a word, as Alexia turned on her heel and walked quickly down the hall, ignoring the fact that she was still soaked wet to the bone and was leaving quiet a mess in her wake. She hurried up a narrow marble stair case, watching the portraits fly along the walls, all looking down upon her forebodingly, as if the ancient lines of her family disproved of her.
'You have a right to' she thought in bitter irony. 'I should have known what would happen when I said No'
She reached two grand doors at the end of another long hall and pushed against them. They didn't move.
"Of course you would have locked it" she muttered as she clapped her hands twice. The door swung open soundlessly and she continued. Nodding to a small boy on the other side before continuing, Alexia swept her soaking hair back into a bun and fastened it there with a pencil from her top pocket. "Go and help your sister"
The boy nodded curtly before disappeared down the hall. Alexia was left to a room full of books. Her father's library.
"Where are you" she muttered quietly as she ran her hand along the dusty volumes reading each title as she went. Her hand came to rest on a book between two rather large volumes of math text books, her gifts when she had been accepted into her school. "Found you"
She crossed over to the grand mahogany table and tossed the atlas unceremoniously onto the top, the heavy book making a thud that echoed in the silence of the house. She looked up to the picture she herself had drawn of her father that, still in charcoal, hang above the dormant fire place. This had to be done.
Ten minutes later, the maid had returned dressed not in her cream servant uniform, but in a midnight blue dress, dressed in the attire of a lady. "All is ready"
Alexia looked up from her calculations and nodded, before sliding the paper over to the girl. "Will it work?"
"It may lady, if-"
"Will it work?"
"If the plan is flawless, no mistakes can be made"
"It is not an intention"
"Good then yes, it can be done"
Alexia almost smiled but couldn't, as her eyes fell on her father's picture.
"I will be down in a moment, go and wait in the garden"
Alexia watched the girl go, before opening the top draw of the desk and taking out leather bound journal. Her fathers, but barely recognizable, the faded silver lettering faint enough to be overlooked.
"Don't worry; they will pay for what they have done to you"
Alexia took the three other possessions of her father she owned from the draw and left the room in peace. Walking to her own, she grabbed her coat that had been laid out for her on her bed and threw it over her shoulders, pocketing the possessions and laying the journal in the old bag at her feet.
"They will pay dearly"
Last words whispered, she stalked out of sight, leaving nothing but a draft of wind to disturb the room and the only other occupant, previously unnoticed. He smiled as he watched the girl out the window, climb into the carriage and set off.
"Good" he whispered watching the carriage until it was out of sight. "Very good"
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