My Idiotic Protector – Part 1
By: Ghostwriter
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'Your grace!' a young red headed maid rushed into the dining room in panic. She stopped and tried to catch her breath.
'What is it Molly?' Lord Stradtfield sighed, putting away his morning paper. 'Whatever it is, surely you know that you are not supposed to barrage in when your betters are breakfasting?'
'Miss Serena has escaped again! She left this note on her pillow,' Molly managed to get out in between gasps of breaths as she handed his grace an envelope.
Lady Stradtfield sighed as her husband snatched the envelope from the maid's outstretched fingers. His eyes bulged as he read and reread the note written in her daughter's childish scrawl.
Dear Papa,
Well, I'm of to see the world. Don't worry about me, I shall be perfectly alright!
Hugs and Kisses,
Serena
Lord Stradtfield gave an enraged cry as he crumpled the sheet of paper. Of all stupid things to do! His daughter had run away again. 'Send for the guards! Go after her, she could not have gotten far!' he ordered his personal secretary.
'Your grace!' Baggins hurried into the room. 'The groomsmen just informed me Swift is missing from his stall.'
Lord Stradtfield groaned. His daughter had ran away and taken one of the fastest and most temperamental horse with her. Why can't Serena be quiet and sedate like well bred ladies ought to be?
'She'll come back in one piece,' Lady Stradtfield comforted her husband. 'She always does.'
Lord Stradtfield groaned and sank lower in his chair.
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Fourteen years pass in a flash. Serena has now grown into a flawless beauty. Her hair was the color of spun gold and her eyes were as blue as the skies of May. She possessed the body of a goddess and her infectious laugh never fails to brighten one's day.
Unfortunately, unlike other ladies her age and status, Serena was not calm and sedate as her parents hope she will be. She was wildly charming, possess an outrageous wit and sometimes says things that makes people's ears burn. Two years ago, she remarked rather loudly at a ball held at Lord Eastbrook's mansion, that by wearing that fur, Lady Ashton was contradicting her own words that she loves animals very much and became a vegetarian because she could not bear to harm them.
Lady Ashton had flushed red at the young girl's remark and her parents had hid their faces in shame. After that, they never bothered to insist she make appearances in Society, fearing that she will embarrass them all over again. After all, Serena is betrothed and they have no qualms about her not being able to marry.
But in recent years, Lord Stradtfield was getting more and more nervous about Serena's state of unwed. For Serena's betrothed, the Marques of Caldwell, Endymion Shieldsworth had mysteriously disappeared ten years ago. His disappearance at that time had caused uproar in London for he was the future Duke of Huntington.
Serena had remained peacefully unaware of her betrothal. When she was nine years old, she came down with pneumonia and lost most of memories. For the years after that, Serena repeatedly had vague dreams of a young man with stormy blue eyes and silky black hair grinning at her from the rose garden. She never mentioned it to her parents, not wishing to alarm them.
His grace, Duke of Moonhaven had ordered his entire household not to say a single word to his daughter about her missing betrothed, for Serena had moped away a year ago when she learnt that her "Endee" had mysteriously disappeared. He only hoped the young man will show up eventually, and claim his bride.
But it has been ten years since he disappeared. And the disappearance of the Marques of Caldwell was still a mystery.
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'Give me the tastiest dishes you have,' a young man wearing a hat demanded arrogantly as he slapped a few pound notes onto the rickety old table. Blonde bangs fell into his sky blue eyes that shone with merriment.
'Yes sir, right away sir!' the innkeeper answered eagerly, eyeing the money on the table. The young man appeared to be rich though his clothes were old and slightly too big for him. One could instantly detect from the educated speech that this is a man of learning. The innkeeper couldn't care less for he will service the Devil himself; so long he has the money to pay.
The innkeeper instantly struck on an idea. This young man obviously was from one of those 'runaways' from the rich families nearby, out looking for some fun. He signaled to a young boy and whispered something into his ear.
The young man sat himself down and began to tap his fingers impatiently for his meal. A boy of twelve appeared in less than three minutes with a tray laden with dishes. The young man's mouth began to water and began to stuff his face with food. He took a swallow of the ale and started to relish his food again.
Suddenly, his limbs felt limp and his vision grew hazy. All of a sudden everything went black and he lost sense of all that was going around him.
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Disclaimer: I hereby officially inform you that I don't own Sailor Moon or any of its characters. If I owned Sailor Moon, I would probably be able to afford a more spacious grave. It's so cramped in here, it's difficult to write.
Hey people,
Ok, you can start telling me this is such a horribly boring chapter. Watches as a rotten tomato sails right through my ghostly being But hey, I can't write spectacular, action packed chapters every time. Not that I actually write that well. Thanks to those that have reviewed me continuously, I will try my best not to let you guys down.
You guys are probably going to berate me for writing such a short chapter. Unfortunately, I'm currently having my exams, (yeah, poor ol' me) and I can't find time to write long chapters. However for your sake, as well as mine, since some of you have asked me so nicely and others not so nicely, shudders I shall write whatever I can and post it up as soon as possible. Agreed?
Minako has mentioned that the age difference between Endymion and Serena is slightly too big and in a way, it is awkward. I assure you, there's nothing awkward about that. In England, at that time, it is perfect acceptable even if the husband is old enough to be the bride's grandfather. And I have my reasons for having such a big gap in between their ages.
Haunts of Love,
Ghostwriter…
P/S: I just found out that the words "ghost writer" does not mean a spirit that writes. It means someone else writing for another person which the second party takes credit for. But if you dare steal my story, I'll kill myself and haunt you for the rest of your life. And yes, I'm going to carry on with my ghostly puns.