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I am very glad with the reception that I got and because of that I decided to publish this.
In this chapter I make allusions to Irene's background and, of course I chose this particular one because it's easier for me to explain why and how she was able to return to England and of course, to help with the psychological characterisation of this particular character. Besides, I found very amusing the idea of Irene trying to somehow manipulate her family and the people with the similar status that she was born with (thus blackmailing the royal family). This Family actually exists in real life, I am just borrowing names and titles, since I have no idea of how they are or what they do.
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Henry Somerset, Marquess of Worcester, had fear for his little sister all his life. Of the five children of Robert Somerset, Duke of Beaufort, Victoria had been the least expected. Born in a time when her presence was seen by many as unrequired or maybe even problematic to the old dukes of Beaufort that had long passed the age for new-borns, at least in their role as parents. However Victoria had been the modal child, with all the requirements of her status and maybe even more, an exceptional child, born and raised in exceptional circumstances.
At the tender age of 14, she was accepted in Oxford with all the honours and festivities proper to a girl such as herself.
And yet Victoria had been different, everyone could see it, especially the ones that she enjoyed, over and over, to undermine. She had realised how different she was, almost since the moment that she could talk. Her parents relived for having such a perfect little girl, her older siblings, in collage or even with families of their own, always bragged about their little sister. Her, well, she quickly discover that sweet talks and bating eyelashes could achieve much more than money or status ever could and of course, that manipulating others always brought a pleasant reinforcement to her own ego.
However, by indiscipline or rebellion often associated to her age, Victoria had left her old life behind.
Elizabeth Austen, that was her new path. A path that would lead to power, power that had been refused to her and all due to the simple circumstance of her time of birth.
"Oh my dear, I am so glad that you have decided to come." Sherlock appeared to be more interested in the clouds rather than the exchange that was happening right in front of him. Better this way, less suspicious if he just ignored her, which was proving to be very hard to do since she was demanding for attention even in his mind palace. And of course, the closeness wasn't helping either.
"Of course Violet, I couldn't keep you two waiting." He had to snort at the comment. In this particular case, he was well aware that the Woman was playing with all that she got. While, in his mother's case he highly doubted that she was conscious of whom she was facing.
"Sherlock stop acting like a child." His mother was reaching a critic point but in other hand she bloody well deserved it. A goddamn date… "I bet that Victoria's son behaves better than you and he is only two." And now he had to supress a marvellous come back with all he had. Nero… The same Nero that found the upmost pleasure in spitting semi masticated food in people's faces, the same Nero who would bring dead insects in his pockets, the same Nero that would scream at the sound of his violin… The world would end if Nero behaved better than him.
"Now, now Violet, Nero is just a boy and we both know that boys will always be boys…" She said with an amused note in her voice. Suddenly Sherlock was much more attentive to the conversation and all due to a singular situation when he had been extremely irresponsible with Nero, at least he had been by her point of view.
"You are completely right dear. Even today my children have an extremely reckless behaviour. You can not even imagine how much I suffer just with Sherlock, without considering his older siblings."
"Oh, but I think I have a pretty go-"
"Mommy shouldn't you be going? To my knowledge, blind dates are hardly the place to have the mother of one of the participants as a moderator between them." Sherlock could see the fire rising in his mother's eyes, the almost unperceptive twitch in her bottom lip, the sudden upper arm movements that were supposed to be contained and especially, the look of distress shot towards the Woman's direction. Obviously, his mother had forgotten to mention the particular rule set of that meeting. And yet the woman had not shown any signal of dread or anything alike towards his mother. No, she had remained elegantly in her site with a playful smile on her lips, patiently waiting for the next move without compromising the discovery of the true nature of their relationship.
"Oh Sherlock don't be a sore player…" The Woman quickly pronounced with a spark in her eyes. For the first time, he was actually analysing her, her moves, had been the ones that he predicted and yet he was feeling more uncomfortable by the minute, possibly due to his biological reaction to her proximity and it seemed that his rational part was failing on him once more.
Her hair was moving due to soft breeze that had risen in the middle afternoon, spreading a sweet smell that he always would associate with the woman and it was driving him crazy. Her hair had been straitened, her make up reduced to a simple rouge powder in her cheeks. Her sapphire eyes were analysing his every expression and her pale lips were disposed in a condescending way. God, how much he wanted her right now, not even his rational side could save him from this one since it had been completely overpowered by months and months of trying to subdue her presence in his once peaceful mind place.
"Oh don't worry my dear, I'm afraid that Sherlock does have a point in this case. Please excuse me, I think I seeing some of the girls of my line dancing classes…" And Sherlock's mother still remained completely oblivious regarding the existence of their relationship. Better this way in the long run.
In the moment that his mother was out of sight he quickly signalled the Woman to fallow him. After years and years of being forced to go to public events, finally he was getting something out of it. He had been incapable to refuse anything to his mother, the same could be said for nowadays, but then, he had been incapable of creating some distance between then. And with those visits, it had come the knowledge about every place that his parents or older siblings repeatedly frequented and luckily the architectural plans of those places were still very present in his mind place.
He could swear that he had seen a hint of refusal in her eyes, however with the woman was hard to be certain.
He swiftly took seventeen steps from the place where he previously was sited with the Woman and made an abrupt turn to the door of a secondary ball room that rarely has used by members, visitants or even staff personal. A few seconds later she was there, behind him just like it had happened over had over in the time that they often feared for their lives while dismounting the complex organization that Moriarty had left behind.
In a matter of seconds, the Woman was being pressed against the door by a familiar body. Her pulse was elevating, her pupils dilating and it seemed that his companion was having the same problem, again they had reached a point of need that hardly could be ignored.
"What do you want Woman?" he tried to mimic a tone that he often associated with despise, and yet between their laboured breaths it resembled more an animalistic sound of want. He knew that he was in the border of an edge, and the sentiment in him pried that she would jump right along his side. He was incapable to resist her. With a soft moan, he was leaving his mark in her neck, partly because he knew that she hated it with all her being and his more feral part, hoped to brand her as his.
"Mh, to misbehave…" and she knew exactly how to drive him to desperation.
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I just love the idea of Sherlock losing all his control...(evil laughter)
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