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CHAPTER TWO
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ THEODOSIA'S ADVENTURES IN TRAIN JUMPING
IT WASN'T LONG BEFORE SHE BEGAN TO HEAR A COMMOTION OUTSIDE HER COMPARTMENT.
They had been sitting soundly, gazing out the window to her right, watching the bright green plains pass her by. Her mind began to wander to whatever dress she might get— blue was a colour in fashion, so perhaps that was what she would browse. Their mother had strongly suggested green, as to compliment their eyes. Mother always told her to be in fashion— if she wasn't, they would simply be ostracised for not being pretty enough. It was a silly world out there, but Theodosia knew they had to bend to it.
She was from the Fairfax family after all, and the Fairfax ' ladies' had to be as beautiful as they were well dressed.
From thinking about conforming to society's expectations, she thought of marriage.
With no choice of hers, they would have to marry Tewkesbury of all people, and although he was good-tempered and sort of handsome, he was an absolute numpty.
Theodosia knew they could only ever be friends, a, because he was horridly annoying, and more the type of person they would get into trouble with, and b, they didn't even like boys that much. They were smelly, often enough disagreeable, and arrogant beyond compare. At least, all the boys she had met, particularly at business dinners were like that. She didn't want a life with Tewkesbury, and he didn't want a life with her. However, their life was planned out for at least another fifty years, and her life was Tewkesbury. If he had run away, and they were to return— what would become of her future? Had he even thought about that? Would she become one of those old spinsters her mother would warn her about?
The 'boy' they had met seemed perfectly agreeable. Aside from the rudeness and lack of social awareness, they were very good looking—— boy or girl. They couldn't get them out of her mind— for some peculiar reason, Theodosia couldn't wrap their head around.
That was when they heard it.
Loud cries, cries she recognised to come from the mouth of Tewkesbury.
Alarmed, Theodosia shot up from her seated position, listening out for anything else— "Somebody help me!" She heard.
Theodosia couldn't help but tense up— what was to happen to him? They felt as if they couldn't breathe, but she knew she couldn't just stand there like a ninny— they had to do something! How she wished she hadn't left the compartment without him! Were they to come to his rescue, as all those heroes in her storybooks would?
Yes.
The blonde bolted into action, slamming open their compartment door and rushing to the one she had just exited a bit ago, where the yells were coming from, as fast as she could.
