AN: Thank you for the reviews! :P They made me feel so special! I got 10 reviews in no time—about a day! Hope you like this chapter, and if you don't know some of the words, there will be a small dictionary at the bottom. (Some of the words are from the 19th century.) So read on, and don't forget to review. No, seriously, readers, review if you want chapters faster. :D
Also, I'm very sorry about the late update—my internet has been down for the last couple of days.
Lady Massie had awoken in a strange room, and more importantly, a strange bed. Massie shot straight up, and glanced around the small room she was in. It was painted a strange shade of grey, and everything was perfectly tidy. But where exactly was she? Massie's hand was shaking, as she removed the quilted blanket from her body. Oh no, she groaned inwardly, did I fall asleep with someone?
"Hello," A small voice blurted, and Massie tugged on one of her curls nervously. "Did you sleep well?" The voice registered Massie's head as a girl, and she turned toward the voice. Sure enough, there was a girl, the mere age of around 14. Her red hair was scattered all around her face, and she wore a green long walking dress, and her hand was over her mouth. "I'm Dylan," She offered, removing her hand from her mouth, once she realized the older girl was too shocked to speak.
"Where am I?" Massie said, angrily. She remembered what had happened last night, how she had run from her brother, and she was suddenly very unhappy. Massie unconsciously pulled her satin robe tighter around herself. Wait, Massie thought, when did I get a robe? "Did you…did you change my clothes?" Massie said, mortified. Her pale face blushed pink, causing the girl to chuckle nervously.
"Yes, the Lord told me to make you more comfortable. I do hope you enjoyed your rest," The girl looked nervous, almost as if she was scared of Massie. Lady Massie's instincts took the better of her, and she patted the girl's shoulder.
"Thank you, dear." She glanced around the room again, awkwardly. "Where did you say I was again, darling?"
"Oh!" Dylan's eyes widened and she tugged on Massie's robe sleeve, "This is Lord Harrington's Manor. I'm his friend, Dylan." She introduced herself again. When she saw Massie's confused eyes, she added, "I'm so terribly sorry, but the Lord told me to have you go downstairs right away when you awoke. He wishes to speak to you," She answered, in a slightly different tone. Instead of sweet and innocent, her voice was raw and forceful.
"I see," Massie said, even though she clearly didn't. "Yes, I would like to see him. He deserves to be told what he did was wrong, the old pervert." Dylan's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, and Lady Massie pulled open the bedroom door, and marched downstairs.
"Wait, you aren't wearing proper clothes and-" But Massie ignored her. Dylan had no choice, but to hurry after the unfortunately beautiful lady.
Massie was just about down the spiraled stairs, when she was stopped by a human barrier that happened to be going up the stairs at the time. She collided with the man, and they both tumbled down the remaining stairs together. Dylan, who was rushing after, stopped when she saw the two at the foot of the stairs, lying on top of each other.
"Oh, my," She whispered. Dylan's cheeks flushed. "Lord Harrington?"
"Shit," the man cursed profoundly.
The two slowly became conscious again, and Massie jerked away from the Lord of the house, angrily.
"You must be the famous Lord Harrington, then," She huffed. While he was still lying on the ground moaning pitifully, Massie couldn't help but look him over. He had blonde hair, and tan contrasting skin, and the most gorgeous, gorgeous brown eyes. And, the white unbuttoned blouse showed off his muscles perfectly. Massie blushed, and locked eyes with Dylan, who was glaring at Massie. She quickly realized Dylan must like this man, and smiled softly at the thought of young love. "Get up, you big lug," Massie kicked the man lightly, with her stocking feet.
Lord Harrington stopped moaning when she kicked him, and dragged himself upright. "Hello, beautiful. I'm glad that you're finally awake. I was wishing to talk to you. I was the one who rescued you from the skirts," He recited valiantly, looked Massie over, his gaze lingering on her chest. Massie kicked him again.
"Don't you ever call me beautiful, again," She stubbornly crossed her arms, pointedly. Harrington looked surprised, and then laughed.
"I'm Lord Derrick Harrington, but you may call me Derrington, if you wish. And you are?" Derrington took her hand, and delicately kissed her fingers, one by one. Massie's face flushed, and her fingers were tingling.
Lady Massie couldn't help but roll her eyes, even though she knew it was improper in front of a lord. She snatched her burning hand away from his tight grasp. "Lady Massie Kendra Rose Block," She muttered. She felt Derrington's intense black eyes gazing at her, and she felt herself blush. She quickly tightened up her robe. "Oh, and sir, next time you decide to change my clothes, kindly don't." Massie snapped.
"Feisty," Derrington chuckled. "Well, I don't want to cause a scrape. Would you enjoy joining me for breakfast?" He invited, his eyes searching over her body. She looked disgusted at the mere mention of eating with him.
"Eating with you? No, thank you. I better be on my way," She said, even though she didn't want to go back home to her brother. Lord Derrington glared at her.
"Did you just pass up an invitation to eat with me?" He hissed angrily. How could this girl be so annoying and uptight? "Any other girl would love to eat with me," He jabbed his finger in the air, to prove his point. Massie couldn't help but be reminded of her father, when she looked at him. They were both arrogant and rude. Massie took a small step back, cautiously.
"I do not enjoy being compared to the wanton of girls you seduce," She muttered, sidestepping him and continued walking down the hall. "Where is the exit of this place?"
Dylan was watching this quarrel, and she snapped back into action. "Should I have a carriage take her home, Derrick?" She asked quietly, while Massie continued searching through doors.
Derrington nodded angrily, "Make sure she gets home safely, Dyl." He murmured, despite his better judgment. Then, he stomped to the sitting room, angrily.
"Lady Massie, follow me," Dylan hastily exited the manor, and showed Mass the carriage. "Shall I ride in with you?"
Massie smiled at the young girl's innocence, much like her own. She wondered what Dylan was doing at the Manor to begin with. "Of course, darling, I would love your company." Dylan smiled at being accepted by the older, prettier girl.
Dylan helped Massie get in the carriage, before she got in, as well. "Oh, Lady Massie, you're still in your robe!" She exclaimed, humiliated. Massie just laughed, and shook the girl off.
"That's alright, my dear. I shall change once I get home. And please, call me just Massie." She said, still chuckling. Dylan nodded seriously, and tugged on her green dress.
"So, why did you really pass up the breakfast?" She wondered out loud, after Massie had told the driver directions. Massie's pale face flushed again.
"He was ridiculous, and uptight. Wouldn't you say no, too?"
Dylan shook her head. "Of course not, he's really not that bad, Massie, he's my friend."
"You like him." Massie smiled.
"What? That's outrageous, I will not stand for that behavior, no of course not-" Dylan hurriedly rushed out an explanation, "Were practically brother and sister, and I've known him since we were 5."
Massie laughed, "But you like him,"
Dylan paled, and pulled on a piece of her straight red hair. "Well,"
"You two seem very close." Massie observed. They seemed incredibly close, lovers almost. Dylan's faced flushed, and she shrugged nonchalantly.
"Eh, I suppose," She said, not commenting much. Massie raised her eyebrows, but didn't say anything. "Massie, didn't you want to know what happened when Derrington found you?" She didn't even wait for a reply, "He found you asleep outside the skirts of town, and he stopped the carriage and picked you up!" She sighed dramatically.
The driver pulled up at Massie's house, and she sighed. "Well, give him my gratitude, will you?" Massie said, even though she most definitely did not like Derrick. "Bye, Dylan. We should get together some time, alright?" She smiled, and the jealous Dylan nodded.
"Of course," She murmured sweetly, giving Massie a hug. She rolled her eyes as soon as Massie stepped out of the carriage, feigning her innocence act.
Massie waved at the pale white carriage, and watched as it pulled away. Then she turned her eyes to the manor in front of her. Something seemed off; surely Mattie wouldn't have left without saying good bye, right? But then, she heard it. It sounded like a glass bottle was being thrown and it smashed against the tile floor. Then she heard 2 voices, and she knew she should have stayed at Derrington's a while longer. Her father had come home. Taking a deep breath, Massie pushed open the door, and hurried up to her room.
"Mass," a voice whispered from the hallway. Forgetting for a second about how mad she was at her older brother, she rushed over to give him a hug. He wrapped his arms around her small frame, and held her tightly. "He's back," he stated the obvious. He could feel Massie shaking, and he put his chin on top of her head, tucking her in protectively.
"Mattie, when are you leaving?" She asked, her voice quavering. How was she supposed to stay with her father alone?
"Monday of next week," He responded, peeking out of the door, searching for his father. It was Wednesday now, which gave him only a few more days to be at home. Massie buried her shoulder into her brother, her only friend, her rock.
"Does he know yet?" Mattie shook his head, and she scowled. "I'll miss you," she murmured sadly, the only thing she could say. What could she do to change his mind?
AN: Here's a list of the 19th century words in this chapter;
Skirts; the outskirts of London (EX: "Hello, beautiful lady. I was the valiant soul who rescued you from the dangerous skirts of town,")
Scrape; difficult situation, quarrel, fight (EX: "Well, I don't want to cause a scrape.")
Wanton; Unfaithful, disloyal, uncontrolled (EX: "I do not enjoy being compared to the wanton of girls you seduce,")
Manor; A living building, bigger than a house but smaller than a castle (EX: "This is the Lord Harrington's Manor.")
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