So well, hello. I was studying. Then I was bored. And then I wrote this. Because I can. So I did. And now I feel all empty inside :,(

nah, just kidding. Wanted to bring some real confusion into the picture here. So now its a flashback, within a flashback, going a little inception here. except the dream(s)...? It actually doesn't matter.

Its just short because I am not acknowledging it as a chapter. Its just a bonus I guess, or hope. I´ll never know, will I? You mysterious reader, you. Well either way here´s a little somethn somethn for you who didn't understand anything of chapter 6. :)

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-Alex

Closer than sisters

West Cork, Ireland, 1831:

It was yet another beautiful day, with the sun placed high in the sky. Blue forever on as it met the green grass in the horizon. Squealing and laughter filled the garden, as Charlotte heard the maids fuss over the children wilderness. She sat under a sun tent set up for her only, in the garden she had worked all summer for. It was June and the wether was quite hot. It was not as incurable as when she had pledged to give birth at her childhood home, back in Ireland. Charlotte smiled to herself. And she was happy that she had given birth here. It was such a beautiful home. The garden, the rooms, the green lake with the widowed willows. Being the only daughter in the family made her the heiress off the luxurious property.

She sure was happy that her darling husband had agreed with spending every summer there once they had the girls. They will grow up knowing their legacy Henry, you can't keep them from the fields. she could her her mother cry out in a desperate attempt to get more often visits than they yearly return at summertime. that summer of 24, had tortured the carrying woman so much she had refused to leave when she was close to labour. Henry had only excused her saying that she would naturally feel safer here, and that he wanted her to feel as comfortable and safe as possible during the childbirth. She also knew that Henry discreetly enjoyed the relaxing country side, as an opposite of what he grew up in. The ever so buzzing streets of London.

Charlotte gazed over to her husband, that was currently reading a book under the shade of the sun. "Oh Henry… What deed have you done for the devil, as we live such a quiet and perfect life." She only heard her husband chuckle as the two little girls ran towards their parents. "Just wait until they get older. I promise you take back the words ´quiet´." He said humorously. Charlotte held her arms open to the young blond girl who ran towards her. She was truly and angel that one. Anywhere Charlotte went, along with her little blond girl, all people stopped and stared. Many times, almost all the time the women would comment the beauty of the child. The elders would congratulate her for bringing such a lovely thing into the world. All townsmen, high and noble, could all but sigh while looking into the child´s face. "Come here Seras, my love, I want to braid your hair." Charlotte said as the little girl only giggled and by her mother´s surprise she crashed into the arms of a heavily occupied man buried with his book.

"Now Seras, what is this? Already going against you mothers will?" Henry laughed at the innocent expression on Seras face. "No father, I just saw that you were reading. I much rather be read to then being braided." She said quietly. Charlotte shook her head, but she smiled with the thought that she could never be angry at this child. Oh no, no matter what she did. Mr. Victoria only stroke the blonde hair and began reading. "Julia darling, do you want to be braided then?" Charlotte shifted her head in the direction towards the brunette, who stood a few meters away watching the scene of her family. She then smiled and giggled an exiting laugh. "Mama!" She said while running into Charlottes arms.

After a while the children had grown tired by all the grown-up talk that had interrupted Seras story-time. As they ran off once more, with the two of the maids returning to their sides, watching over them as they played. The suddenly Julia had failed and hit her knee. Mary had saved the day once more by trying to comfort the child. But there was no stopping Julia when she had first started. When Julia cried, she cried all day until one point when she would quietly sob, and secondly fall asleep. No one could soothe the pain, no one but Seras. The blond seven year old came up to her sister with something in her hand. It was a flower, a rose. Julia stopped crying when the eldest of the girls held the single flower in front of her. Seras picked off the thorns so that the younger sister could hold it. Sniffing a little, Julia looked up into the smiling eyes of blue. "Its so pretty, Seras. Thank you." Julia said while smiling. "You're welcome Julia, from now on, I will always bring you flowers whenever you're sad." Seras said in an honest undertone.

"It will be hard on her." Charlotte said quietly, so she would not wake the dreaming forms of two little girls sound asleep in her lap. Her husband only raised an eyebrow at her. Charlotte stroke the brunette hair away from the soft childish features of Julia´s face. "All her life she will be standing in the shadows of Seras I fear." Henry only smiled and stroked the brown locks as well. "Then it will be even harder for her. For she will understand that, and it will pain her more." They both stared down at the blond girl that could not be having anything but a pleasant dream. "Then hope for them both to be happy once." Charlotte whispered in the background of the cracks from the fireplace. Henry laughed. "Only once?" He asked his wife as she shot him a sarcastic look with her eyebrows raised. She then sighed and lingered her gaze on the full moon just above the green fields outside. "Not once. Always."