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Previously "Mater Mea"
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After spending her past years in total isolation, [Name] [Lastname] settles down in the heart of London, yet her peace is short-lived as she opens her eyes to meet the view of 19th-c...
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Heavily Edited 03/08/2023
𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜. . .𝟷𝟶𝟶% 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎!
I woke up. But not in a tent, nor did I hear the murmurs and whispers of circus folk. I listened to the faint sounds of hooves against the pavement, the sound of mud and water being trodden and some faint chirping of sparrows and my windowsill that I have been used to. The smell of freshly made egg royale hits my nose, lately, it's been my favourite breakfast.
I stared at the ceiling for a bit before a smooth voice caught me off guard once more, "My Lady, I know you the shop is not open today but you still have to get up," the voice chuckled,
"Ash?" I groggily got up, confused, "Why am I back here?"
Ash paused his actions of pouring my tea and turned to me, "Back here?... You've been sleeping here for the past few weeks...since you arrived, remember?"
"What about the circus..?" I asked,
"Circus? What circus?" Ash was now equally as confused as I was, I shook my head,
"Can you-uhm, recite to me what happened since...I got here?"
Ash seemed more concerned, he sat down on the side of my bed and recited to me what happened when we met...everything was the same except anything that involved the circus was not said, "What month is it?? and year..."
"August 1888...(Name), Would you like to tell me anything?" He seemed worried as he lightly placed a hand on top of mine,
"...Yeah,"
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"Jeez, where did they put the tea leaves in this house?"
"I can't find them either..."
"Madam Red!? Lau!? why are you here..."
England's summers are very hot. It's the hottest from May to August. People call it "The Season.". Aristocrats from all over the world are invited to London for many social events. At the townhouse, Angelina Durless, her butler, and Lau, the manager of the English branch of the Chinese foreign trade were busying themselves trying to find the tea leaves. "Since my cute little nephew is in London, How could I not come to visit you while I'm here?" Madam Red smiled.
"We had no idea guests were coming, I apologise for not accommodating you earlier. I'll go prepare tea for you immediately." The butler in black puts a hand over his chest, bowing slightly as he prepares the tea.
