Star-Crossed Lovers Of The 1850s (JJK ff)

CHAPTER 1

_____|  New York, 1850  |_____

The sun rose over the lush greenery of New York City's elite neighborhood, casting a warm glow over the manicured lawns and ornate mansions. Birds chirped sweet melodies, filling the crisp morning air.

On the balcony of one such mansion, Louisa May Alcott a stunning 23-year-old, sat gracefully on a velvet-cushioned bench. Her raven-black hair was styled in an elegant updo, adorned with delicate lace and pearls. Her porcelain skin glowed softly in the morning light.

Louisa wore a flowing, ivory-colored morning dress with intricate embroidery and a delicate lace trim. The full skirt cascaded around her like a waterfall, accentuating her slender figure. A pearl-encrusted brooch secured her dress at the neckline.

As she listened intently to the radio, her expression turned somber.

"...Reports are emerging of a brazen attack on American security cells by Russian forces. Fortunately, crucial information remains secure, but the assault claimed numerous lives, mostly from the Antis caste working as laborers lost their life. The threat from Russia remains imminent..."

The radio broadcast ended, and Louisa's thoughts drifted to the victims.

Her maid, Emma, appeared with a silver tray bearing a steaming cup of coffee.

"Good morning, Your Majesty," Emma said, curtsying.

Louisa's gaze lifted, her eyes narrowing.

"Emma, how many times must I remind you? Call me Louisa," she said, her voice firm but gentle.

Emma smiled mischievously.

"Forgive me, Louisa, but to me, you'll always be Her Majesty," she replied, eyes sparkling.

Louisa took the coffee, her lips curling into a soft smile.

"Very well, Emma. But please, try."

As Emma departed, Louisa's thoughts returned to the disturbing news. The Russian threat loomed, casting a shadow over the city's tranquility.

Louisa set the cup on the table, her slender fingers releasing the delicate porcelain. She reached for her treasured book, its worn leather cover embracing sketches and paintings that brought her joy. The gentle scratch of pencil on paper, the vibrant dance of colors, transported her to serenity.

Painting and drawing were Louisa's passions, her refuge from the world's turmoil. Each stroke, each hue, reflected her soul's beauty.

As she delved into her art, her thoughts drifted to her family. Her father, Alexander May Alcott, was a revered military officer, respected for bravery and strategic brilliance. Her mother, Catherine May Alcott, was a pillar of strength, guiding their family with compassion and faith.

Louisa's family dynamics were complex, with her parents embodying the epitome of aristocratic values - strict, formal, and image-conscious. However, her brother, Jonathan May Alcott, stood out as a breath of fresh air. Unlike their parents, Jonathan was kind, soft-hearted, and genuinely compassionate.

Louisa shared an unbreakable bond with Jonathan, who understood and supported her in ways their parents never could. She cherished her brother more than her parents, finding solace in their shared values and mindset. Jonathan's gentle nature and empathetic ear made him her confidant and rock.

Beyond his endearing personality, Jonathan had also carved out a remarkable career in the military, earning a special position that commanded respect. His accomplishments were a testament to his strength, intelligence, and dedication.