𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 (𝐓𝐞𝐰𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐎𝐧𝐞

   You stood calmly in the garden hidden behind the massive manor, the almost castle like building behind you that you called home.

    You watched as the flowers and leaves moved in the wind, your hair swaying as the wind blew, ruffling your hair. You closed your eyes and relaxed, feeling peace soar through your veins.

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   You heard your name and turned around, startled. You turned to see your one and only older brother, Oliver, running towards you a big smile on his face.

  You rose an eyebrow in confusion, your older brother had never cared much for you. Usually spending his time with woman and wasting your family's money on valuable things such as clothing and jewelry. Any fine thing that money could buy.

"What is it?" You asked crossing your arms, the gown you were wearing suddenly swayed in the sudden, harsh wind that passed through the garden.

"Mother would like to speak to you. Something important." He said, he looked like he was bouncing with excitement and you felt your stomach fill with unease.

   You had never carried a good relationship with your mother as well, she was just like your brother. She soaked up the wealthy lifestyle you all lived in, spending money on clothing and jewelry as well.

   She also always liked to say her opinion on any relationship you had. Which numbered down to zero, as you had never been courted before, because of this, she had the audacity to try to set you up with numerous boys. Almost always because there was money involved.

    Unlike her, your father, Lord Bradbury, has always been on your side and always wanted the best for you. So, every time she had tried to get an arranged marriage for you, your father who immediately would shut any idea down. He believed that you were still young and wanted you to travel and get to know the world before marrying and producing heirs. And you were beheld grateful, for you knew that other young nobles like yourself found themselves in arranged marriages.

   Living with your family as well was your Aunt, your father's sister, Josephine. She was similar to your father, wanting the best for both you and your brother. She also was quite the gossiper and knew everything about everyone.

  You were also fortunate to have two close friends, one being Enola Holmes, sister of the famous Sherlock Holmes. Enola's mother and your mother had been friends growing up and they had the two of you at the same time, making you and Enola the same age. Her older brother Sherlock also happened to be around the same age as your older brother.

   You were quite fond of her family, having spent many summers with Enola and her mother, and Enola, spending summers with your family as well.

     Your other friend was Daisy, she was the same age as well and a noble like you. She was on the shorter side and had long brown hair and fair skin. Her bangs complimented her skin tone along with her blue eyes. She was caring and very sweet, along with being very romantic, she talked of love, true love all the time. And it appeared she had found it.