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Pairing : Judge Turpin x OC (Sybil)
Summary : Turpin has her now. She is his. But she is still so out of reach.
Tag(s)/Warning(s) : I think we're fine here, but let me know if I'm wrong. Tired brainy here !
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Sybil Catherine Morton. That was her name. Richard knew it because he had noticed it long before his father had allowed him to open his small workshop near the courthouse. He had to walk past it every morning when he came to work, and strangely enough, Richard had been walking to work more often than usual recently.
But he had noticed it for much longer. She had been fifteen, the first time he had seen her and known. He had been nearly thirty at the time. Not an obstacle, certainly, but he was building his career far beyond what his parents could have dreamed for him and he wanted a woman by his side, not a child. So he had decided to wait. Richard Turpin was a patient man.
At the time, he was not yet the High Judge that all London feared. He was still only a young magistrate seeking recognition. He was already arrogant and self-assured, of course, traits that went with the wealth and power of his name and the titles of his father, Lord Alexander Turpin, but he also had ambitions to rise far beyond what his father had accomplished. He had never been anything more than a lawyer, a gifted one, but one who had mostly benefited from the family inheritance only to almost lose it all if it hadn't been for his mother's good connections... in every sense of the word.
He still remembered that first time as if it were yesterday. He was walking past the entrance to the family workshop in the slums of Kensington, the ones that tarnished the area's reputation for nobility. There she was, her long brown hair tied in a messy bun that flew around her head in the wind, helping her mother carry a roll of fabric. She wore a modest dress of pastel blue, and had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. She also had that air of dignity despite her modest circumstances, that of people who know they are worth much more but that they must make do with the cards that life has dealt them.
What he had felt that day, he had had to run away from it. Never would his parents have tolerated their son, their only male heir, compromising himself with a young girl. Although it was not really his age that was the problem, not when his sister had been married at 16 to the Earl of Inverness. It was his social status. So, he had deeply fled the feelings he had felt that day for the first time and he had turned away to continue his ascension. But he had never forgotten her.
