The prince of England and a girl renowned for her status as an infamous contract wife, must have an agreement of marriage. In order to do so, they must abandon the comfort of their current situations, much to the chagrin of the public and their love...
"A letter arrived for you sir, " Sir Atkins stepped in. I sat up, "From?"
"Right Honorable Marsh, sir." He gave it to me.
"Thank you."
"You are welcome, sir." With a bow, he exited the room.
I broke the seal with bated breath, hoping for the worse. A scandalous news, maybe. Or an achilles' heel. Of the two cases he was working on, both situations would work in my favor.
His ineligible handwriting was sometimes a headache;
Sir,
Per your orders, I have found information on the lady, though scant. The family lived in Bangor and their neighbors are not fond of them. Most believe the lady to be responsible for the death of another lady, a Miss Narberth. They say she wasn't seen again after that incident. However, there were records of the lady's admission to a small asylum in the remote Powys countryside. According to an old worker there, the lady stayed in a separate block but his story seems inconsistent for one moment he says he knows and the next, he's asking who the lady is.
The neighbors also believe the lady started the fire which burnt their house down.
I have assigned a portion of my task to Gab as there seems to be a certain connection to his hometown.
I have the honour to remain, sir, Your Royal Highness' most humble and obedient servant.
I folded the letter, there was no doubt the King knew this already. It was more surprising there was truth in Lady Beddoe's words. A lunatic asylum? The blood of a young lady on her hands? What on....? Nothing prepared me for this.
She had started a fire and what? Burnt her face? For what? A murderer's remorse? Or were the mars from a different accident? I couldn't picture Miss Somers in such situation or environment. Looks truly could be deceiving.
I let out a sigh and closed my eyes; shock? Yes. Appall? Quite. But there was no rude awakening. This information, if divulged, wouldn't change the course of events, for Miss Somers was already not favored. Hold on.... Why would the King need this arrangement? Her name held no power and wealth was not something we'd run out of. Did she have a strong alliance with, maybe another family? One of her husbands? Who?
I opened my eyes and lifted them to the high ceiling. Laughter escaped my lips as I welcomed the elation that filled me. The fret I had about my position two days ago was for naught. Gentler was the wiser option now.
A shrill cry disrupted the silence; it was an unending scream but I couldn't make out the words. I stood and opened my door just in time to see three maids rushing up to Miss Somers' bedchamber as the last one shut the door behind her causing the sound to become muffled.
What is going on?
I decided against being inquisitive and stepped back into my chamber.
This letter couldn't have arrived at a more convenient time. How opportune.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
