Your Majesty

01

Us the sun rose on that early Friday morning, shining a light gold tint onto the world, laid an unusually beautiful young woman. Cosily rapped in fresh sheets, fast asleep, and at peace.

The girl in question was the Lady Isabella Williams, daughter to the Viscount Fredrick Williams and his late wife Grace Williams, sister to Louis Williams. Her mother had passed a few years prior, the loss was devastating for the three of them they had all loved her dearly.

On this particular morning Isabella, or Belle as those closest to her called her. Was drained, she had stayed up late the night before reading her newest romance novel she had managed to find in the houses library, it was about about a warrior who had been in a fatal shipwreck the person that took him in ended up to be a beautiful Italian women, they shared a passionate night.

Her golden curls wear spread across the pillow, eyes closed and rosy lips parted. Soon though there was two knocks at the door slightly disturbing her, but not enough to fully wake her. Two more knocks followed this time slightly stronger, this woke Belle.

After a rub of the eyes and a groan she left her perfect bed and walked towards the door at the end of her bedroom. She was wearing her night gown, a piece of thin white material going all the way down to her ankles, and sleeves over the arms.

After opening the door she was greeted to a familiar face.

Mary had been Belles dearest friend for the majority of her life. When Belle was just two years old her mother was looking for a companion for her to grow up with and later become a lady's maid to Belle. Mary was kind to Belle and didn't steal any of her toys, nor did Belle steal the toys her mother had given Mary to play with.

Mary's family was rarely discussed, it made her extremely uncomfortable, her mother was the mistress to a local sailor. Once her mother had told him the news of her pregnancy, she and her unborn child had been kicked to the curb before she could make a fuss. Her mother had met Grace at a market in the centre of town, she was begging for scraps of fruit from the sellers while holding her then three year old daughter. Grace was waiting in the carriage while her lady's maid picked up some fresh fruit fro the journey home. Grace could not leave her so brought her home and treated her as a old friend.

Mary's brunette hair was put up into a tight bun at the back of her head. She was wearing a cream coloured gown ending at her ankles and cutting off at her shoulders with a white apron tied a across her. The cream complemented her naturally tanned skin beautifully.

"Morning" greeted Belle.

"Morning, I have a tea for you." Replied back Mary, only now had Belle noticed she was holding a silver tray with a teacup and smoke coming out.

"Thank you, come in." She says before shutting the door behind her. Mary places the tray on the chest of draws next to Belles bed and then sits down legs crossed on the bed. Belle takes the cup of tea and sits next to her.

"Breakfast should be ready soon, and Lord Robertson would like to meet with you here, in the garden at noon." Belle could feel her stomach drop, there last meeting had gotten very heated, she did not want to meet with him again, but she always felt like this when meeting with him. This is normal she thought to herself as she took a large sip of her tea.

"Mathew? Yes of course, tell him yes or if you already said yes straight away that's fine as well. It's good I need to talk to him anyway." The pace in her her voice had sped up as she felt herself rush the sentence, she sipped her tea again.

"I have already said yes." Mary said awkwardly, she could tell when Belle was uncomfortable but chose not to say anything. Belle filled the silence by once again drinking her tea. A few moments passed before either of them spoke again.