Louisa entered her room, the door creaking softly behind her. Emma, her loyal maid and friend, looked up from the dresser, concern etched on her face.
"Milady, how was your meeting with your parents?" Emma asked, her voice gentle.
Louisa's shoulders sagged, her eyes downcast. "Nothing, Emma. I'm just...tired."
Emma's expression softened. She knew better than to press Louisa when she was in this state.
"Shall I help you, milady?" Emma asked, her voice soothing.
Louisa nodded, her silence a palpable weight.
Louisa sank into the plush armchair, her body sagging in relief. Emma noticed her mistress's tension and immediately began to massage her shoulders.
"Let me ease your worries, milady," Emma whispered, her skilled fingers kneading the knots.
Louisa closed her eyes, allowing Emma's gentle touch to soothe her frazzled nerves. Emma's fingers moved upward, massaging Louisa's temples and skull.
The gentle pressure seemed to melt away Louisa's stress, her breathing slowing as she relaxed into the massage.
"Thank you, Emma," Louisa whispered, her voice barely audible.
Emma's hands moved with a calming rhythm, her touch imbuing Louisa with a sense of tranquility.
As the tension ebbed from Louisa's body, Emma's ministrations gradually slowed. She stepped back, a concerned expression still etched on her face.
"Better, milady?" Emma asked.
Louisa opened her eyes, a faint smile on her lips.
"Yes...thank you, Emma."
The silence between them was comforting, a testament to their deep bond.
Louisa rose from the armchair, her eyes drifting to the easel in the corner of the room. She had abandoned her painting for weeks, but now, it beckoned.
"Emma, I'll be fine. Thank you for your kindness," Louisa said softly.
Emma nodded, understanding. "I'll leave you to your art, milady."
With a gentle curtsy, Emma departed, closing the door behind her.
Louisa's gaze fell upon the canvas, her mind still reeling from the morning's events. She mixed colors on her palette, the familiarity of the task calming her thoughts.
As she began to paint, Louisa lost herself in the strokes and hues. The world outside receded, leaving only the gentle dance of her brush.
Time passed unnoticed, the room bathed in the warm glow of afternoon sunlight.
Louisa's thoughts untangled, her emotions finding expression in the vibrant colors. The tension in her shoulders eased, replaced by the soothing rhythm of creation.
In this solitude, Louisa found solace, her art a refuge from the expectations and demands that surrounded her.
Lost in her art, Louisa didn't notice the door open or the soft footsteps approaching. Jungkook, the quiet and efficient footman, entered the room with a dustpan and brush.
His eyes scanned the space, taking in Louisa's absorbed expression. A gentle smile played on his lips as he observed her passion for painting.
Jungkook began dusting the furniture, his movements silent and unobtrusive. Louisa remained oblivious, her brush strokes bold and expressive.
As Jungkook approached the easel, he paused, captivated by Louisa's artwork. The vibrant colors and emotive strokes spoke of a deep inner world.
Louisa's hand moved instinctively, adding shading to the canvas. Jungkook's gaze followed her movements, his appreciation for her talent growing.
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Star-Crossed Lovers Of The 1850s (JJK ff)
Fanfiction(Don't judge a book by its views.📚) 🥀Forbidden Love Amidst Social Unrest🥀 In the shadow of 1850s societal conformity, a forbidden love blossoms between Jeon Jungkook and Louisa May Alcott, two souls from disparate worlds (social caste). "If I...
