A Scandalous Entanglement

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This story is an original work of mine and none of the events mentioned are real. (This story has also been edited, but if you do see any mistakes, spelling errors or anything grammatically wrong, please do not hesitate to inform me.)

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One more thing....(yes I get, I am ranting, lol) there are two pov's ;)

Anyways enough of my ranting

Emilia and Devyn's story! Enjoy!!

Emilia sat by the window and stared out into the fast-beating rain, the weather had gotten grimmer and the days shorter with barely any sun. She looked towards the grand estate to what her eyes could see despite the hazy images the wet window created. The hands ran, some for shelter some with errands, some with scrunched faces and pink noses pulling at crates more than the strength of one man, and yet the many lot of them who worked in the cold seemed not faced.

The knock at the door brought back her attention to the work she had been trying to do. An embroidery of a flower she had once seen while journeying back from town a few months ago. Though, it was hard enough passing and even holding the needle through the small piece of cloth as her thick gloves proved a hinderance to its movement.

"My lady, dinner will be served shortly. Will you be dining here or rather in the great hall?"

She turned to look at the maid with the most neutral of expressions on her face even though she knew sadness was the only thing etched across her heart. "Has the lord Seymour yet returned? Surely he was meant to be here this morning." The waiting maid at the door curtsied but not without a sad nod. "I am afraid his carriage was delayed my lady, and with the terrible weather, he was advised against riding home this evening, my lady." Emilia nodded, for all it was worth she hoped that he was at least safe and warm.

"I shall be dining here then, thank you." The maid curtsied once more before closing the door to the drawing room slowly shutting it behind her. Emilia was left with the nothingness of her thoughts and feelings. Her fingers shook and her eyes teared. Her husband had taken up horse and ridden out of his estate five months prior without sending word or note, leaving all his affairs to his trusted man and the houses butler to keep. And even though she had tried without luck at finding his whereabouts and sending him letters, the only responses she had ever received were none other than brief words of 'business' and 'transactions and reprimands of her being an overly needy wife with too much affections to show.'

She sighed and looked out the window once more to the darkened evening sky, surely it was a gloomy day. Without thought she brought out her personal journal and as the burning tears rolled down her eyelids she regrettably wrote;

My dearest Emilia,

I am afraid the day I most dreaded has finally approached and the rumors seem to be of a truth. My lord will petition for a divorce from me and demand it be granted. And what shall I be left with? The rebuke of a failed marriage? And the shatters of my tinted image? Though if the heavens were to speak, they'd claim I have tried my very best.

Best wishes.

Lady Emilia Seymour,

The Lord's Estate Cornsdorf,

1729, England.