Unsatisfied Love (A Poldark Fanfiction).

Louisa - War Is Ugly.

The birds tweeting softly to one another outside my window as they always do in the early morning, I smile to myself as I drape my legs over the edge of my bed and sit up, I pull my pillow from the side of my bed and clutch is softly, hugging it as if it were a child. I take a deep breath and stand up ready to get dressed.

There's a knock at the door, the fragile, beaten wood creaks open gently, to reveal my mother standing in her best dress with a blue apron. "Good morning my dear", She coos gently.

"Good morning mother", I smile as I walk towards her embracing her in a hug, the smell of bread filled my nostrils, making me smile.

"You got in awfully late last night, your father informed me, as I was conveniently asleep, I trust George escorted you home safely", She spoke as she placed her hands in mine, her face full of joy.

"Yes, I suppose it was rather late, yes, George did see I got home well", I sighed as I turned my attention towards the window, the sunlight streaming through the curtains.

"What of the party", My mother continued as she let go of my hands and set herself down on my bed."A man returned from the war", I stated as I began to fiddle with the material on my nightdress."The war? What a horrible affair! I trust he is unharmed!", She sighed as she clutched the silk blanket from my bed tightly.

"He looked quite well", I answered as I sat down beside her."Would you mind doing me a favour, it would be a great deal of help for myself", mother smiled."What is it?", I quizzed.

"Could you deliver these apples to Nampara for me?"

"Nampara", I trailed as I nodded, accepting the task my mother handed me."You will be delivering them to Mr Ross Poldark", She stated as she stood back up."Ross Poldark?", I stated, quizzing my mother.

"Yes", She continued."Okay", I smiled unnervingly."Get dressed then, my dear", she replied as she left the room.

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Walking across the beautiful Cornish countryside, the fresh country air always made me feel somewhat happy. Clutching the wooden basket with red apples firmly I paced towards Nampara. I'd only ever heard of this place, I'd never ventured here before, I'd never found the need to.

A stony wall came into view, it was all crumbling down, I edged closer towards the rocky domain Ross Poldark appeared to call home, letting out a gasp as I did.

 The building was a complete state. The front garden had tools scattered around, the wall was in half, the stones crumbled onto the ground. The house itself was rather beaten up, there wasn't even a front gate, it was merely now a gap in between two walls.

I trudged closer towards the house, walking through the gap, I noticed the gate thrown onto a pile of wood, possibly to use as firewood? I stopped by the shattered front door, knocking it gently.

A woman answered the door, "What is it?", She grumbled as she fiddled with the hat on her head.

"I have some apples for Mister Poldark", I spoke as I held them out.She looked at me with an unnerving gaze before snatching them off me.

"Prudie!", A voice echoed. Footsteps could be heard, approaching the doorway"What is the meaning of this?", It was Ross, he spoke to Prudie staring down at her.

"Do you not know anything of manners? Take those apples to the kitchen", He ordered, she slowly nodded her head, waddling off like a duck as she did, mumbling and cursing to herself.

"I am terribly sorry", He started, his gaze turned towards me, he stopped speaking."Miss Benson?", He quizzed as he took a step forward, shutting the door behind him.

"Yes, Mr Poldark", I smiled as I bowed my head in respect, he too did the same."You were delivering apples?" He pondered.

"Yes, for my mother", I explained."Your mother must be Mrs Hattie Benson", He spoke, nodding as he did so - clearly coming to terms with my family life.

"Why, yes", I answered, I could feel the awkward tension amidst.Breaking the silence, "How did you get that scar on your face?"He looked up at me, his eyes met mine, he looked appalled that I'd asked such a question, as if it were a criminal offence.

"War is an ugly affair", He plainly stated, tapping the wooden door, which creaked in the blustery wind.

There was again, another awkward silence before Ross turned towards the door and opened it again, peering his head inside for a second, he then turned back around, placing his black hat on his head, with a riding crop firmly in his grasp.

"If you'll excuse me, Miss Benson", He spoke as he walked towards the stables, retrieving his horse from his stables, he got onto the horse, and galloped away.I sighed as I decided to make my way towards the town.