WONDERWALL | (𝘯.) someone you
find yourself thinking about all the time;
a person you are completely infatuated with."WHATEVER SOULS ARE MADE OF,
HIS AND MINE ARE THE SAME."
- emily brontë
CORDELIA EDWARDS HAD ALWAYS BEEN AHEAD OF HER TIME.
Born an illegitimate child to a wealthy king and a dirty mistress in 19th century Great Britain, she had learned quickly to fend for herself. She was only 10 when her mother fell suddenly ill, and the ripe age of 12 when she wound up an orphan.
Most would've succumb to defeat and allowed whatever vengeful gods had doomed her to such a sorrowful life take her away right then and there. But Cordelia was a fighter, a glass half full kind of girl, and she most certainly wasn't a quitter.
Being a homeless teenage girl in a male dominated world wasn't easy. Danger and sin lurked at every corner. She was a stain in the royal bloodline, a societal pariah. She was worth nothing, which is precisely where she found her fun.
Turns out being an outcast gave you a kind of freedom no crown ever could. With no expectations, you could do no wrong. And so, she lived her life by one simplistic and unorthodox philosophy. That rules were made to be broken, limits were designed to be tested, and revolutions were bound to be started.
Which is exactly how she found herself a stowaway onboard a magnificent ship called the Royal Merchant.
Cordelia was one for justice, and justice by any means necessary. So when a man she knew had the same thirst for rebellion and change that would shake the earth offered her a one time job to assassinate the ship's plutocratic captain, she was quick to take it. If it would right a wrong, and ignite a spark to a better world, she wasn't beneath doing anything.
Her mission came crashing down the second the colossal ship did. It was hard to decipher what exactly had occurred amid the vicious pandemonium of the mighty merchant's downfall, but when she woke up on the shoreline of a deserted island, she was smart enough to piece together what had happened.
Surviving day after day off the spoils of the tropical paradise, Cordelia eventually came to the conclusion that she'd likely never see another living soul again. The rest of her time would be spent eating coconuts and salty fish beneath the shade of a palm, slowly withering away until there was nothing left but her corset in the sand.
She was proved wrong when six teenagers showed up on her so-called deserted island, among them a boy named JJ Maybank— who might just be as wild as she.
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