hullaballo: I'm not sure if this is what you meant but here it goes... She packed all the dresses in the closet that she had brought /including the ones Jonathan had bought her. I just wanted to emphasize the fact she took everything but that special white one.
The other thing about William seeing her leave without Jonathan. That's answered in this chapter. It's all part of Rebecca's plan to trip him up. Keep in mind she's really powerful and has a lot of different kind of magic to work with so she can pretty much make you believe what she wants you to believe(to a certain extent.)
Thanks everyone...here's your another one for ya!! Pinksneaker85
Chapter 13: I spy
It had been four weeks since Claira returned. All the wedding plans were in action. Everything was set including her wedding dress. She stood in front of the full length mirror studying her new gown. A stark white material, lace along the neck and trim. Personally she didn't care for the dress but that made it easier to wear. The whole wedding felt like a charade. She just wanted to get it over and done with. She had eaten dinner with Henry every night since she returned. Each time she listened to his endless conversation she found herself drifting off back behind the door. He always woke her up from her dreams by saying her name repeatedly until she looked at him with teary eyes and a weak smile.
William sat alone in his room. He had been thinking of the day Claira left over and over in his head arguing with himself if she were capable of sneaking Jonathan away with her. He finally came to the conclusion that Rebecca was full of lies and he would give Claira the benefit of the doubt. He came from the seclusion of his room where he found Rebecca. She was strutting around the dining room running her bony fingers across the mahogany chairs.
'William, I was thinking about our wedding.'
William didn't say anything, instead he kept his eyes glued to her.
'I want to have a party before hand, we can invite all your subjects. It will be held tomorrow night.'
'Why?' William asked sticking his hands deep into his pockets.
'I just want everyone to know our happiness darling.' She smiled staring deep into his eyes.
'What happiness? There is no happiness. You've made sure of that. You've lied about Claira and Jonathan. You probably have him hidden somewhere.'
'Oh no, I can honestly say I haven't hid him anywhere' She laughed. William felt his anger rise at her mocking tone. She took a few steps closer. Her smiled slowly faded.
'And how would you know if I were lying or not? Where you there when Claira left?'
'Yes I was, not that it's your business'
'Don't be so naive William. He went missing a full day before Claira left us. He told me he was waiting on the other side of the door for her. He told me everything. They loved each other from the first day they met, secret meetings at all hours of the night, accidently bumping into each other in the hallway. Didn't you notice all the new dresses she wore the last days she was here? Jonathan bought her those while you were lying near death in your bed. You were a mere toy in their twisted affairs, and I think you know that'
When William looked into her eyes this time, he felt something twist inside of him. He remembered Claira talking about running into Jonathan the first night she was there. He remembered all the new clothes she was wearing. He remembered everything and it made sense. Maybe Jonathan had been waiting for her on the other side of the door, maybe they had actually ran away together. He didn't like all this doubt clouding his mind. He turned quickly exiting the room trying to figure out these crisscrossing thoughts. Rebecca sat down in one of the many chairs letting her long dark hair fall down her back. Rose flew in through the window landing on the table in front of Rebecca.
'Rose, Rose, Rose everything is working out perfectly.'
They didn't notice Eleanor walking in the hallway. She stopped out of sight to hear the hushed conversation.
'What do we do next?'
'Nothing, after I marry William I will have full reign of the kingdom and revenge will be mine.'
'And what will you do with his parents'
'Parents?' Eleanor whispered to herself. Everyone knew that William's father was dead. She stopped arguing with herself so she could hear the rest of the conversation.
'His mother is good as dead and his father, we'll just dispose of him when necessary.'
'How much longer before it takes over?'
'It?' Eleanor thought holding her breath to keep from being heard. 'As soon as our dear William signs his soul over to mine it will have complete power. Marriage, such a divine institution.' Rebecca laughed hysterically going over her plan in her head.
'Yes, this is working out perfectly. Now that the pubescent brat Claira is out of the way he should give in quite easily. She was wearing me out. I could have killed her that night she left from William's room but it looked too obvious.' She paused as if thinking over a way to murder Claira.
'William is only growing weaker with every passing day. Mourning the loss of his precious Claira. He goes on like he loves her, he has no clue what love is. You haven't loved until your hearts been trampled upon like it was dirt. No, he couldn't possibly know the pain I've went through.'
Rebecca's evil laugh had long ceased and now she seemed deeply saddened. She played with the black lace that trimmed her mahogany sleeves. 'You're all right Rebecca?' Rose asked noticing the profound change in emotions. Rebecca looked up at the tiny fairy and bit her lip ferociously.
'Of course I'm all right! Now I wish to be alone.' She nearly screamed. Rose flew out the window leaving behind a trail of light. Eleanor stayed quiet while Rebecca paced around the room. She was shocked to see her lift a chair into mid air and throw it savage like into the roaring fireplace without as much as raising a finger. She knew then that Rebecca was pure evil, a darkness was in that room that made Eleanor shiver. She tiptoed away, wondering how she was going to deal with this. There's no way William would believe her, he barely knew she was alive. No, she must find Claira. She must find Claira as soon as possible!
Claira sat in the lounge sipping tea with her fiancé. He was babbling on about some business coming in from Spain. She looked at him as if she were listening but in reality her mind was wondering. She thought about what William was thinking right at that moment, what Eleanor was doing. How the weather was, if everyone was hiding in their home from the supposedly terrifying rain. Henry kept talking, smiling at her as if she were God's gift to the world. She felt bad for disliking him. He wasn't a bad man, he just wasn't the man she wanted. She brought her tea to her mouth sipping it slowly, letting the warm feeling drift down her throat. Maybe it can melt your heart she thought. She set the tiny china cup on the table as she saw Henry rise to his feet.
'It was a pleasure as always Miss Abbingdale. I'll see you tomorrow.' He said smiling. That was the last straw. The dam in her eyes broke and tears started falling down her cheeks. For a moment the cocky Henry Wellington stood dumbfounded watching his soon to be bride turn into a waterfall. He took a step forward trying to comfort her but she only stumbled backwards running from his touch. 'What's the matter?' he asked walking closer. She moved again. 'Please don't, I can't' she said looking at him through blurry vision. He waited for some sort of explanation.
'I can't marry you Mr. Wellington. I couldn't be happy. I would always be wondering.'
'What do you mean you can't marry me? All the plans are set.'
'I know and I'm sorry.'
Henry's confusion quickly turned to anger as he watched her dry her tears on her sleeve. He turned his back to her keeping his anger in tact was suddenly very trying. She backed away again making sure she was out of his reach. He turned to face her. His eye's red, face flushed.
'Listen to me! You will marry me Claira Abbingdale if I have to carry down the aisle on my shoulders. I won't have any of your indecisiveness getting in the way of my happiness.'
'That's just the thing Mr. Wellington. It's your happiness. I will never be happy. I will die young and miserable.' She pleaded with him feeling her eyes tear up again.
'You love someone else' he stated in a matter of fact tone. She raised her humbled eyes to meet his staring deep for a moment but quickly returning her gaze to the floor. 'That's a yes.' She nodded her head feeling as if she would break down at any moment.
'You know I was in love once.' He said a smile coming over his lips. She looked at him questionably. 'Really in love. I would have died for her. Instead she died for me.' He stopped smiling and ran his fingers through his usually well-groomed hair. It looked tasseled. He almost looked normal.
'May I ask what happened to her?' Claira asked just over a whisper. He looked at her with hurt filling his eyes. 'She died in child birth, my baby. She died too.' He said swallowing hard. He wiped his eyes fiercely keeping in the tight-knit tears. He pushed his hair back so it was now it's normal well kempt state.
'Would you die for this man?' he asked watching her carefully. She didn't even have to consider it before she nodded her head. 'Yes, I would.' He smiled a hurt veil over his face. 'You know it's true love when you'd put him before yourself. That is why I'm going to allow this engagement to be over. Only because I know how much it would hurt to be apart from him.' He gave a short bow before leaving the room. Claira stood alone for a good while, listening to Henry Wellington ride away in his carriage. Her eyes were worn out from crying so she decided to retire for the evening.
She lay down on her bed neglecting to change from her day clothes. She stared at the light pink canopy covering her bed watching it sway lightly in the flickering candle light. She let her eyes close and just as she fell into sleep the rain started pouring down outside her window.
A/N: so how was it? It's going to unfold pretty soon, I'm just not ready to give this story up yet. Anyway, I didn't want people to hate Henry Wellington so I made him a good guy too. Everyone Hate Rebecca.. LOL. Well love them reviewers...keep it up!!! pinksneakers85
I'm posting another chapter TOMORROW... I'm not going to say how many more to go because I don't want to be branded a liar.. LOL love you guys!!!
The other thing about William seeing her leave without Jonathan. That's answered in this chapter. It's all part of Rebecca's plan to trip him up. Keep in mind she's really powerful and has a lot of different kind of magic to work with so she can pretty much make you believe what she wants you to believe(to a certain extent.)
Thanks everyone...here's your another one for ya!! Pinksneaker85
Chapter 13: I spy
It had been four weeks since Claira returned. All the wedding plans were in action. Everything was set including her wedding dress. She stood in front of the full length mirror studying her new gown. A stark white material, lace along the neck and trim. Personally she didn't care for the dress but that made it easier to wear. The whole wedding felt like a charade. She just wanted to get it over and done with. She had eaten dinner with Henry every night since she returned. Each time she listened to his endless conversation she found herself drifting off back behind the door. He always woke her up from her dreams by saying her name repeatedly until she looked at him with teary eyes and a weak smile.
William sat alone in his room. He had been thinking of the day Claira left over and over in his head arguing with himself if she were capable of sneaking Jonathan away with her. He finally came to the conclusion that Rebecca was full of lies and he would give Claira the benefit of the doubt. He came from the seclusion of his room where he found Rebecca. She was strutting around the dining room running her bony fingers across the mahogany chairs.
'William, I was thinking about our wedding.'
William didn't say anything, instead he kept his eyes glued to her.
'I want to have a party before hand, we can invite all your subjects. It will be held tomorrow night.'
'Why?' William asked sticking his hands deep into his pockets.
'I just want everyone to know our happiness darling.' She smiled staring deep into his eyes.
'What happiness? There is no happiness. You've made sure of that. You've lied about Claira and Jonathan. You probably have him hidden somewhere.'
'Oh no, I can honestly say I haven't hid him anywhere' She laughed. William felt his anger rise at her mocking tone. She took a few steps closer. Her smiled slowly faded.
'And how would you know if I were lying or not? Where you there when Claira left?'
'Yes I was, not that it's your business'
'Don't be so naive William. He went missing a full day before Claira left us. He told me he was waiting on the other side of the door for her. He told me everything. They loved each other from the first day they met, secret meetings at all hours of the night, accidently bumping into each other in the hallway. Didn't you notice all the new dresses she wore the last days she was here? Jonathan bought her those while you were lying near death in your bed. You were a mere toy in their twisted affairs, and I think you know that'
When William looked into her eyes this time, he felt something twist inside of him. He remembered Claira talking about running into Jonathan the first night she was there. He remembered all the new clothes she was wearing. He remembered everything and it made sense. Maybe Jonathan had been waiting for her on the other side of the door, maybe they had actually ran away together. He didn't like all this doubt clouding his mind. He turned quickly exiting the room trying to figure out these crisscrossing thoughts. Rebecca sat down in one of the many chairs letting her long dark hair fall down her back. Rose flew in through the window landing on the table in front of Rebecca.
'Rose, Rose, Rose everything is working out perfectly.'
They didn't notice Eleanor walking in the hallway. She stopped out of sight to hear the hushed conversation.
'What do we do next?'
'Nothing, after I marry William I will have full reign of the kingdom and revenge will be mine.'
'And what will you do with his parents'
'Parents?' Eleanor whispered to herself. Everyone knew that William's father was dead. She stopped arguing with herself so she could hear the rest of the conversation.
'His mother is good as dead and his father, we'll just dispose of him when necessary.'
'How much longer before it takes over?'
'It?' Eleanor thought holding her breath to keep from being heard. 'As soon as our dear William signs his soul over to mine it will have complete power. Marriage, such a divine institution.' Rebecca laughed hysterically going over her plan in her head.
'Yes, this is working out perfectly. Now that the pubescent brat Claira is out of the way he should give in quite easily. She was wearing me out. I could have killed her that night she left from William's room but it looked too obvious.' She paused as if thinking over a way to murder Claira.
'William is only growing weaker with every passing day. Mourning the loss of his precious Claira. He goes on like he loves her, he has no clue what love is. You haven't loved until your hearts been trampled upon like it was dirt. No, he couldn't possibly know the pain I've went through.'
Rebecca's evil laugh had long ceased and now she seemed deeply saddened. She played with the black lace that trimmed her mahogany sleeves. 'You're all right Rebecca?' Rose asked noticing the profound change in emotions. Rebecca looked up at the tiny fairy and bit her lip ferociously.
'Of course I'm all right! Now I wish to be alone.' She nearly screamed. Rose flew out the window leaving behind a trail of light. Eleanor stayed quiet while Rebecca paced around the room. She was shocked to see her lift a chair into mid air and throw it savage like into the roaring fireplace without as much as raising a finger. She knew then that Rebecca was pure evil, a darkness was in that room that made Eleanor shiver. She tiptoed away, wondering how she was going to deal with this. There's no way William would believe her, he barely knew she was alive. No, she must find Claira. She must find Claira as soon as possible!
Claira sat in the lounge sipping tea with her fiancé. He was babbling on about some business coming in from Spain. She looked at him as if she were listening but in reality her mind was wondering. She thought about what William was thinking right at that moment, what Eleanor was doing. How the weather was, if everyone was hiding in their home from the supposedly terrifying rain. Henry kept talking, smiling at her as if she were God's gift to the world. She felt bad for disliking him. He wasn't a bad man, he just wasn't the man she wanted. She brought her tea to her mouth sipping it slowly, letting the warm feeling drift down her throat. Maybe it can melt your heart she thought. She set the tiny china cup on the table as she saw Henry rise to his feet.
'It was a pleasure as always Miss Abbingdale. I'll see you tomorrow.' He said smiling. That was the last straw. The dam in her eyes broke and tears started falling down her cheeks. For a moment the cocky Henry Wellington stood dumbfounded watching his soon to be bride turn into a waterfall. He took a step forward trying to comfort her but she only stumbled backwards running from his touch. 'What's the matter?' he asked walking closer. She moved again. 'Please don't, I can't' she said looking at him through blurry vision. He waited for some sort of explanation.
'I can't marry you Mr. Wellington. I couldn't be happy. I would always be wondering.'
'What do you mean you can't marry me? All the plans are set.'
'I know and I'm sorry.'
Henry's confusion quickly turned to anger as he watched her dry her tears on her sleeve. He turned his back to her keeping his anger in tact was suddenly very trying. She backed away again making sure she was out of his reach. He turned to face her. His eye's red, face flushed.
'Listen to me! You will marry me Claira Abbingdale if I have to carry down the aisle on my shoulders. I won't have any of your indecisiveness getting in the way of my happiness.'
'That's just the thing Mr. Wellington. It's your happiness. I will never be happy. I will die young and miserable.' She pleaded with him feeling her eyes tear up again.
'You love someone else' he stated in a matter of fact tone. She raised her humbled eyes to meet his staring deep for a moment but quickly returning her gaze to the floor. 'That's a yes.' She nodded her head feeling as if she would break down at any moment.
'You know I was in love once.' He said a smile coming over his lips. She looked at him questionably. 'Really in love. I would have died for her. Instead she died for me.' He stopped smiling and ran his fingers through his usually well-groomed hair. It looked tasseled. He almost looked normal.
'May I ask what happened to her?' Claira asked just over a whisper. He looked at her with hurt filling his eyes. 'She died in child birth, my baby. She died too.' He said swallowing hard. He wiped his eyes fiercely keeping in the tight-knit tears. He pushed his hair back so it was now it's normal well kempt state.
'Would you die for this man?' he asked watching her carefully. She didn't even have to consider it before she nodded her head. 'Yes, I would.' He smiled a hurt veil over his face. 'You know it's true love when you'd put him before yourself. That is why I'm going to allow this engagement to be over. Only because I know how much it would hurt to be apart from him.' He gave a short bow before leaving the room. Claira stood alone for a good while, listening to Henry Wellington ride away in his carriage. Her eyes were worn out from crying so she decided to retire for the evening.
She lay down on her bed neglecting to change from her day clothes. She stared at the light pink canopy covering her bed watching it sway lightly in the flickering candle light. She let her eyes close and just as she fell into sleep the rain started pouring down outside her window.
A/N: so how was it? It's going to unfold pretty soon, I'm just not ready to give this story up yet. Anyway, I didn't want people to hate Henry Wellington so I made him a good guy too. Everyone Hate Rebecca.. LOL. Well love them reviewers...keep it up!!! pinksneakers85
I'm posting another chapter TOMORROW... I'm not going to say how many more to go because I don't want to be branded a liar.. LOL love you guys!!!