Dandelions

A Breath Of Freedom

The morning sun cast its golden rays over the sprawling Fitzroy estate, illuminating the elegant mansion and its meticulously maintained gardens. But inside the grand house, a storm was brewing.

Adelaide Fitzroy burst out of the front door, her wild auburn hair flying behind her, and her attire—trousers and a loose shirt—drawing gasps of horror from the servants. The head maid, Celestine, stood at the doorway, her face a mask of disgust and indignation.

“Lady Adelaide!” Celestine shrieked. “What in heaven’s name do you think you’re doing? You cannot run around in trousers like some common stable boy!” She frowned, her forehead forming lines of age.

She has been the head maid of the Fitzroy Estate since her mother passed on, who was the previous head maid. A 60year old woman who shuns anything protesting the etiquette of a lady and the flamboyance of classics...in interpretation she hates anything fun. Her jet black hair in a tight bun which looked very painful, not one strand loose, her silver eyes staring daggers at Lady Adelaide.

Adelaide ignored her, determination set in her green eyes. Behind her, her personal maid, Margaret, who was both horrified and loyal, ran to catch up.

“My lady, please,” Margaret pleaded, trying to keep pace. “You mustn’t do this. Think of your father!” She tried her best to calm Lady Adelaide down, Her Long red hair flying in the wind as she struggled to remove it from her face, she fixed her thick glasses well after rubbing her brown eyes.

She was exhausted to say the least but anything to calm Lady Adelaide down, everyone knew she was not afraid to do something crazy and the Fitzroy name always pays the price for her recklessness.

Just as Adelaide reached the front steps, her father, Lord Reginald Fitzroy, entered the house accompanied by a group of distinguished businessmen, each of them looking like they had a stick up their buttocks, Adelaide rolled her eyes at their ridiculously sleeked grey hair and laughed at the design of their shoes.

Her father dressed in a black tuxedo and his grey hair tousled, his dark blue eyes never leaving the fat envelope clutched by one of the businessmen, which was why he did not see Adelaide coming.

Adelaide dashed past them, and in her haste, she tripped one of the men. Papers flew into the air as the gentleman tumbled to the ground.

Chaos erupted. The businessmen, taken aback by the unexpected commotion, quickly excused themselves, their expressions a mix of surprise and disapproval. One of the men decided to speak

"Until we meet again Lord Fitzroy, I suggest you...take care of your family before it takes care of you" The pompous man huffed as he left with the others, obviously withholding the fat envelope Lord Fitzroy eyed for hours.

Lord Fitzroy’s face turned a deep shade of red, fury radiating from him.

“Adelaide!” he roared, his voice echoing through the foyer. “What have you done?” His eyes narrowing, you could even see a vein popping.

Adelaide didn’t stop. She paused only long enough to catch her breath before vaulting onto her favorite horse, a spirited mare named Artemis. Margaret reached the stables just as Adelaide was settling into the saddle.

“My lady, please come down,” Margaret begged. “This will only make things worse!”

Adelaide glanced back at the house and saw her father storming out, his anger palpable. “Time to make a run for it,” she muttered, and with a swift kick, she urged Artemis forward.

They galloped away from the estate, Adelaide laughing as the wind whipped through her hair. She relished the sense of freedom, away from the constraints and expectations of high society. As the sun dipped below the horizon, she made her way to a bustling market, alive with the sounds of vendors and townsfolk.