Fate

Chapter 4

Dedicated to rituparna_ and youthx1d
Thank u so much for motivating me you two.

Julia woke up to the galloping of the hooves of the horse. It has been a week since she has been there and Lord Byron had been away for a long time. Mrs Byron expressed her worries to his son through letters. But no reply came to her. Harry has been acting a little strange as well. Julia felt like he was hiding something. The always talkative Harry avoided Mrs Byron all the time since his Lord was away.

"Uh. Good morning Julia. You seem awake," Linda said, as she brought her breakfast.

"Oh Linda. Good morning. What is about the commotion going down," she asked.

"Oh, those are some traders. They came here to talk about business. Mrs. Byron shooed them away," Linda chuckled.

Julia held her chuckle to herself.

"Well, Mrs Byron wants you down today. She really wanted to knit a sweater for the Lord," Linda said, before taking her leave.

"The lord is too fortunate to have a caring mother like Mrs. Byron. Ah...had one myself. How we both would stitch," she said to herself. Tears threatened to fall down but somehow, she hel them back. She quickly ate her breakfast and wore her maid's dress, before making her way to respected Mrs Byron.

"So, we are back again. So, your friend, Joe, as you know, did mention your name in the letter before he fled away," said the officer.

It was the sixth day of their interrogation. Poor Lord Byron. He didn't accompany him in all these frauds. Why would Joe write his name in the letter.

"He said that he would love to contact me after he reaches somewhere safe. That means, after he was away from the eyes of the mass. And I never knew he was involved in all these. I was a mere acquaintance to him," the lord said calmly.

"As if I would believe you. Look, you are the lord of Hambush, and not of London. So you can't get away easily. You should make it simpler you know. You are still a suspect. We have got some witnesses who have seen you two at the bar of Hambush, the last place where Joe gambled," the officer said.

"And that's exactly where I left him. He was trying to buy a lady. So I left him." Before he could register what he said, the officer stood up.

"So, he was there to buy girls. Hmm...you can leave now. That was a pretty important information. The people at the bar did say the same to. You can go back to Hambush now. We will call you again though, if we need your help."

Lord Byron looked up as if he had seen a ghost. They have been on his nerves for six days and they let him go so easily? That was strange. He got up and left the place.

"Keep our men alert in Hambush. He's still to suspect," the officer said to the constable.

"...and he used to like little Louisiana, the daughter of the Earl. They were great together and I secretly hoped that the two would grow up and marry each other. But Louisiana married a Duke."

Julia nodded her head, as she knitted a muffler beside her. Mrs Byron was knitting a sweater for the lord while Julia just wanted to make something.

"My lady, I can tell that you are missing the lord a lot. He's a busy person. I can assure you that he's doing well. And you can give him a good scolding for not replying. My mother always used to scold me whenever I used to disobey her. So I avoided angering her," Julia said, as she continued knitting the blue muffler.

"I have never scolded my son," said Mrs Byron.

"Why," asked Julia," scolding is definitely a part of parenting."

"He's too adorable to scold," said Mrs Byron.

"Then the lord needs a wife who can scold her. Like take this instance as an example. He's not replying to any of your letters. Is it good to ignore ones mother's letters? I guess not," Julia shrugged.

"That sounds sweet," Mrs Byron chuckled, "my poor son. But all he pays attention to is his work. You see, it's his sister's thirtieth birthday tomorrow, and he is not here. Do you think that such a man would ever care to have a wife. He loves his work more than his family."

Julia simply shrugged. "You should tell the lord not to stress over his work so much. Strenuous activities can make on grumpy. And he is kind of grumpy," she said. She still had not forgotten the way he acted towards Linda when she was late for a few hours.

"He might be a little grumpy, but he has a good soul. A heart made of pure gold as I frame it," Mrs Byron said with softness.

Ah, the kindness which he had bestowed on Julia, surely he's a generous and a kind person. She kept the unfinished muffler aside, and helped the lord's mother with the sweater.

"So tell me about your childhood." Julia looked up to see Mrs Byron looking at her.

"My childhood is not a good story. It might have a good start but not a good ending. Also, my childhood wasn't that memorable. I have got some good memories with my mother which I have treasured in my heart. Which I will surely tell you my lady. But not today. Because you see to be in a good mood and also hungry for some cookies I had made with Linda in the morn."

Cookies was enough to put a smile on her. She loved cookies.

"I would love it with some tea," the lady replied. Julia nodded her head obediently.
Ah, how she diverted the subject.
But little did she know that the lady could see the pain in her face, and so decided to give in to her plan of diversion.