Genevieve wept silently as she packed her trunk for Saint Raphael's school for girls, it felt like a funeral for the perfect life she had with Drocell. She locked the buckle on her trunk then turned to her father and painted a smile made famous by an artist way before her time. "Are you ready to go dearest?" he asked her as he walked toward her. "Yes," she said, her voice saddened that she could not control her own life. Her father embraced her, thinking that her sadness came from leaving home for the first time. "You'll have fun there, my precious Gem." He told her as she stood frozen in his arms," It won't be long until you are back in London and with your new husband."
"I… already have a … husband." She squeaked as tears fell down her cheeks but her father kept her in his arms. "There, there Genevieve, I know you already think of the viscount as your husband but, as he already said, he does not want to rush into this marriage." He let go of the embrace and his hands laid upon her shoulders so that their eyes could meet," He wants you to enjoy the last few years of your childhood before settling down and I agree with him." He kissed her forehead as his hands went to his sides and walked out of the room to bump into his butler. "Make sure she gets there safe." He said to Drocell and he nodded in return "I shall protect her with my life, my lord." He replied as he watched his master disappear from sight.
Drocell entered the room and looked toward his young wife," Genevieve…" "I can't go through with it Drocell!" Genevieve cried out as she wept upon his shoulder," Father just won't listen to me, I don't want this life anymore!" she cried as Drocell turned and held her in his arms. "We will think of something, I am not about to let you fall into the pits of hell." He said as his free hand stroked her hair in order to comfort her. Drocell looked at the trunk then toward the carriage outside," Run..." He muttered, which made his wife look up at him confusingly, "Wh-What?" "We'll run away together.. We'll take the carriage and anything we can pack and we will run away." He said then his emotionless face turned into a soft smile," Remember your summer home that your father abandoned years ago?" he asked as his wife nodded, "The city built around it and there is a small shop for sale right in front of it… I use to make your toys; we could sell them and live in the manor behind it…" He let go of her and held her hands within his as he sunk to his knee," Please Genevieve, this may be our only chance to get away. Please say you will join me."
Genevieve looked down at her husband, It was a big step to have their own place; she wanted to so badly accept his idea but then what would happen if they ever got caught? She would be shunned form the society she grew up in and her father would most likely disown her… but what of Drocell? He would probably be sent to hang since everyone would think he had kidnapped her; were the risks worth it or did she want to suffer a life with a man she didn't love at all? She once again looked down at her husband and she smiled as she pecked his lips with her own, "Yes… I will."