Guinevere Alice Dornez always did what was expected of her. She married had children and ran her husbands home. She only ever asked for her own way in raising her children. As they grow and are sent off to the academe by there father, Guinevere, fee...
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I have always followed the rules and did what My Family and Society has expected from me.I was always quite and polite, no matter the circumstances. I spoke only when spoken too and every word was soft and graceful like a feather on the wind. I even learned from Mother how to run a Lord's house efficiently and excelled in baking and needlework. Once I reached marriageable age I was pursued by many a nice young man and managed to catch the eye of the most eligible bachelor in town, Lord Alucard Dornez. He was next in line to be Barron after his elder brother, not only that but he was so refined and charming. Before long, he approached my father for my hand and then, I was intended to Lord Dornez. The engagement lasted the expected year, and on the day we wed it was almost as if the whole world shook with the bells and yells of well wishers. I had a lovely time at the reception feeling that my future was stretched out before me and that I might feel a bit of the happiness I had read about in books. Alucard was a handsome enough man, but I felt no love towards him. We spoke and had expected conversations, but the more I learned about him the more I wished for one of the heroes from my books would come and steal me away. On the day of the Wedding, I felt hope that I would fall for him in time how many of the other girls in my circle claimed he stole there hearts.
A year passed and I ran the Dornez Estate as any lady would, in addition to, birthing not one, but two sons for my Lord. At 15 I finialy began to stand up for what I thought was best. Jaxson and Jericho were my reason for changing who I was and becoming a strong Lady. I fed my sons from my own breast and only hired a wet nurse to aid me once they where six months old. Each ones personality was his own and I loved watching them play as they grew into toddlers. Jack was the fearless leader and constantly dragged me and Jericho around to discover new things about the Estate and the gardens surrounding it. Jericho was more like me, a bit more quite and he loved animals, none more so than his grey lop eared rabbit. As time passed and the boys had more birthdays pass, I realized that talking to there father was more a boring chore and try as I might, I felt nothing for him except boredom and obligation. Alucard did not care much for my treatment of our children and took it upon himself to tell me how much I coddled them. Night after night at the dinner table, I received veiled insults on how I was making our Boys soft and that as young men they needed to be tough for the real world. My response as always was a smile and a firm yet gentle retort of them not being Men yet. After nearly eight years of both the retorts and same answer, Lord Dornez decided to enroll our sons into boarding school. I couldn't even argue to keep my children with me, most children including myself were sent away to boring schools after eight years of age. Yet when it was my boys whom I had raised, it seemed too much. All too soon the day of the boys departure arrived and I found it only fitting it was grey and misty. I hugged both my children and told them that my love would be with them and that they could write me as much as they wanted. I gave each a kiss on the head and felt there small arms around me before Alucard ushered them into the carriage and they were on there way to the most highly esteemed school money could buy.
I was of course left to run the house until the Lord returned a month later. I foolishly thought that now that the boys were away Alucard and I would grow closer and perhaps find the Passion I had seen in others within our circle. The Lord wouldn't have it though, he was hardly ever home and when he was he hardly spoke to me despite numerous attempts at conversation. Everything came to a head two months after when the Lord so boldly walked in drunk with a young lady and sloppily kissing her and was angry I wasn't at my Mother's visiting. In that instant I felt the eight years of obligation and misery rise within me. I heard nothing but the roaring of my own rage as I walked up to the woman and dragged her out of my home by her hair. I then stood toe to toe with my Husband and demanded to know how long he had been stepping out on me. Full of his own rage and alcohol, He slapped me soundly, "How dare you make demands of your Lord husband! It is not your place to disrespect me or even question what I do! I am Lord of this house and I am able to do anything I see fit! Your place is in the bed under me and birthing my sons." Still in a drunken rage, he began dragging me up the stairs towards his room, I however even more enraged at the fact he struck me kicked him in the groin and ran for my own room. Thanks to my clear head, I made it inside and slid the bolt before he even regained his feet. Anger turned to fear as reality sank in at what I just did and I quickly slid the bolts on my windows and the adjoining room. I was greeted by the angry Lords yells as he banged on the doors for hours afterwards. I feared the bolts would give, but they never did. Alone in the dark I questioned over and over, When did I ever tire of being a Rule Follower?
