The Girl, Evacuating
A large pile of letters with recognizable signet's were dropped onto a rather tedious girl's desk by a tall, blonde man. The girl, Capphira Fairchild, at only age thirteen, was a small child with long dark locks going well past her shoulders creeping towards the middle of her back. And with light purple eyes that flickered when she spoke, she was a beauty with an unrivaled temper. Living in the Midford household, that was quite a temper. Her other traits consisted of shyness, generosity, and all the other things an illustrious aristocrat would have.
The young man was, Edward Midford, with great courage, who would withdraw from any women showing any obscene parts of her body. A true English gentlemen with a noble heart and sturdy exterior, Edward did not speak much, but had a good opinion when he did.
"This is. . ." Her lips spread apart slightly, showing her expression of shock. She picked up the familiar dark crimson signet as Edward questioned her, "Is there something the matter?" He says, with his usual calm personality and piercing green eyes staring Capphira in the eye. ". . .the Queen's signet? Why on Earth would she call me now? What with the "Jack the Ripper" case and all. . ." She tears open the letter to reveal a very, well, unique request from Queen Victoria.
"Is there something the matter, Capphira?" Edward says again. "No, nothing at all, Edward. Thank you for retrieving the mail, and do tell Elizabeth that I wish to see her later." He responds with a nod and a swift walk towards the door, only to have it swing open to reveal his little sister, Elizabeth Midford. Much more of a young women then she let's people think, she is.
"Capphiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiira! Look, look what I found! A ball in just a few days, can you believe it?! You have to come! You'll come, won't you?!" She squealed. Of course, the location of the 'ball' in which Lady Elizabeth was speaking of was all the way across London. So, in the scenario where Capphira would oblige to go-
"I would have to move over to your townhouse to go, Lizzie. Would you mind?" As this question posed, Edward immediately spoke up in protest. "You cannot move! You had promised to, " His cheeks were tinted with pink before he continued. "go to Greenwich with me. . ."
The girl stood and looked a last time at the letter still in her hand before smirking and walking towards Edward, who's blush deepened. "Edward, " She breathed. "why on Earth would I break a promise with one I hold so dearly?" A sudden whish! of a long silver sword was the only answer either received from that question, as Earl Charles Grey appeared, a young boy who has held deep feelings for Capphira since a young age. "I'm more cross than a hungry bear right now, " He says, eyebrows furrowed, sword ready to kill. "so you'd better back away slowly." Capphira was outraged and quickly pushed the sword away, glaring at her childhood friend. "Grey! How dare you!"
Grey slid the sword back in its seethe, and crossed his arms, turning away childishly from Capphira. "I don't speak to liars." Capphira rubbed her temples as yet another argument broke out between the two of them. Lizzie tried to make peace (as usual), but her brother had another idea and simply left the room.
"Oh, please stop fighting! If you both keep fighting, Capphira will be too cross to go to the ball!" At this statement, Elizabeth smacked both of her hands onto her mouth as everyone instantaneously becomes deathly silent. "Ball? What ball?" Grey questioned as Capphira sighed heavily. "Sounds like fun! I wanna go!" He immediately pulled Capphira into a tight hug as he started laughing joyously.
One more usual day at the Midford Manor.