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The last few days had been strange…but I had a feeling that it wasn't going to stop. Now that Mrs Lord General Cornwallis, or "Jane" as I was told to call her, was in my life, I couldn't make sense of anything…god this was frustrating.

I had come up to the manor early this morning, and so far, I had been shown to my room… which was coincidentally next to Charles' room. I had been given some new cloths…all very fashionable, but very scary. And I had had tea with "Jane" and her husband…

"Jane tells me that you are an accomplished player on the piano…"

The Lord General addressed me. God he was pompous, sitting there in his expensive cloths, in his expensive chair, drinking imported tea in his bone china cups. I was trying very hard not to glare at this man…he was very powerful.

But as those words slipped from his mouth, I felt my jaw drop…as well as my own china cup. With a loud CLUNK my cup hit the floor and shattered into millions of little pieces. I immediately got up from my chair, dropped to my knees, and tried to pick up some of the pieces.

"Dear lord! What are you doing? Get up of the floor…you'll ruin your dress!"

I didn't look back. Lady Jane had spoken to me. I felt a hand on my shoulder, but I still kept my eyes to the floor. I was concentrating on the task in hand. But then "Jane spoke again…

"Come now, Lucy darling. You don't want to ruin your dress…"

"I don't care about the dress!"

I said in an undertone…but it was still loud enough for the room to hear. I heard a slight mumble of,

"Well I never…"

Come from Lady Jane. I knew that she would have said something, if the Lord General hadn't have beaten her to it…but what was said was not what I was expecting,

"Ah, Tavington! Come in…"

The door was open and all that I saw was a tall shadow in the doorway. Even though I didn't look up I could tell that Tavington had a smirk pasted on his features. He began to walk forward, his spurs clashing against the hard wooden floor. I was frozen to the spot.

"Ah, is our dear Lucy on the floor, yet again?"

"It's Miss Martin to you…"

I could feel the smirk fleeing from his face.

"Lucy! Corneal Tavington is a high-ranking officer. Apologise at once!"

That's likely to happen I thought to myself. Who was bloody "Jane" to tell me what to do. She wasn't my mother…

I felt my eyes fill up…I was becoming choked up. I felt the smallest cry escape my mouth, as I fell to the floor, in a heap. I brought my hands to my face, to hide it more than anything. This was pathetic! I hadn't cried over my mother in…well I had never cried over my mother. I had to be strong for Margaret, and the others. Oh God…WHY? I could feel myself becoming hysterical!

"Jane! Do something!"

I heard Cornwallis plea with his wife. I could only just hear this, over the sobbing.

"Arthur, what could I possibly do?"

"Comfort her…take her to her room…anything!"

It was something about "Jane" that almost repelled the idea of her comforting anyone. She had probably had someone to do everything for her, so that she didn't have to do a thing…then I heard it, only just.

"William…would you?"

I looked out from under my security which was my hands. His face showed no sign of emotion. He didn't look annoyed or happy, though why he would be happy was a mystery. He sighed and walked over to me. He did the one thing that I didn't expect…he didn't try and force me up. He gently picked me up and let me cry in to his uniform. His hands felt strong and safe…wait a minute! What was I thinking? This was Tavington! The Butcher! But, as he walked out of the room, he said to me, with a kind tone,

"Borden will be pleased to see you…"