(A/N: well, looks like some of you are getting your wish for more of Scoundrel. I kept thinking about doing more with it and then with some reviewers who mentioned wanting more, it didn't take long for me to start brainstorming. That's okay. I'm quite enjoying working on a full length story.
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Five years earlier
The rain coming down seemed to match the nineteen year old's mood. In less than a week, everything he'd ever worked for, everything he'd dreamt of, it had all been taken away.
Clucking dishearteningly, he prompted his faithful horse down the pathway. After some time, he reached his destination. The cabin, as he had been informed, was very isolated. And by the looks of it, in some need of repairs.
After placing his horse in the stable, he walked to the front of the cabin. His pushed on the door but it didn't open. After trying a couple more times, it finally came loose, squeaking loudly as it opened. The young man looked around at what was going to become his new home. With each glance, he was disliking what he saw more and more.
There was a thick layer of dust and grime that needed to be cleaned, furniture in great disrepair, curtains to be replaced, a kitchen to be stocked with food and supplies, and more. As much as he had learned at his previous home, none of that included cleaning or cooking. There was a village nearby, he realized. Maybe there was someone there who could help him learn the basics and would also keep quiet about him being there.
A spinster or widow or family matron who desperately needs financial assistance might work.
He had plenty enough money with him. Just not quite the skill set needed.
He sat down on the dusty, tattered couch and sighed. In the morning, he'd find some help.
After a moment, he laid down on the dusty excuse for furniture and fell asleep. As he slept, dreams of his lost life plagued him.