Unveiled

Chapter 1

The rain came in torrents from the dark night sky. Two brilliant, black, Arabian stallions pulled a dark carriage down a rough, gravel road on the moor. A little lantern illuminated the path as the  driver watched the road through squinted eyes. His slick, black overcoat tails whipped in the wind and rain. 

Inside the cabin were exquisite black leather seats and another lantern that cast a mellow light on its company. The speech among the foreign travelers was scarce. A muscular gentleman in a grandly tailored black suit and top hat to compliment sat with a woman who wore a beautiful gold and royal blue dress. Her hat of grey and black feathers quivered in the roughly bouncing carriage. black curls fell around her shoulders, and nearly went to her lower back. These two were from Scotland. Another gentleman sat across from them, and t'was only there to assist them in their travels.

The carriage rumbled on bumping from clumps of dirt or rocks on the path. The horses trotting was just merely a background noise by now mixed with the torrent of rain on the outside of the coach.

Sir Conner and Madame Quinn were traveling to the moors of England to meet the Sovereign and Mistress of Misselthwaite Manor. Even though it wasn't a republic, it was still worth visiting and getting to know that district.

Sir Conner was a Prince of Scotland. He danced and drank with his buddies at the castle during celebrations and feasts. He was a lovable mate and claimed to believe in the Lord because it was his key to happiness a little bit more than drinking even. He also always enjoyed a good game of falconry or archery. His best buds called him a faithful, enjoyable, good natured sort of Prince, unlike some of the ones they knew. Sir Conner also knew how to be serious and straight forward.

His wife, Madame Quinn, was more opposite him than black is to white, except her belief in the Lord. She was a little shyer than most, and loved to quilt and read. On occasion she would crotchet with her friends and listen to their gossip. She mostly liked to do her hair and try on clothes back at the castle with her maids. If her husband were to describe her, he would say she is quite calm and lovely in nature. She is wonderful at the same time because of her integrity and kind nature.

The couple had no children, and were in their early thirties. They hadn't really thought about it much because they would be too busy to rear children, but they were happy with each other and all their mates and servants.

The wagon hit a few more bumps, then came to a stop. Even though the rain still tapped on the still carriage, a strange noise came from above. It sounded like a gigantic, rhythmic whooshing. T'was too dark to see outside so they didn't know from whence the noise came.

A lantern light glowed against the dark window of the vehicle, and a horse nickered. Sir Conner tensed up, then put his hand on his wife's shoulder. Nicholas, the one who was there to help transport the couple, nodded a reassuring nod, then opened the door. They both stepped out, unsure, and an usher rushed them out of the rain and into the Manor.