The Noble and the Thief

Prologue: Part 2

I never got much sleep since then. My dreams were filled with nightmares of fire, heat, blood, and my own family. It also doesn't help that I'm fearful of the dark either. I can thank my dad for that one.
My eyes stared back at the image of myself in the small hand mirror. My black hair was long, wavy, and still had strands sticking up from my bed. My eyes were a dark shade of green and were still filled with a glint of light. This is how I wake up every morning. I somehow inherited my mother's traits and no matter how bad I was treated, I kept smiling. I think to myself that at least I have a dad.
At least I have a nice house, room, and plenty of food to eat because of my respected nobility status of my family. My dad owned Varney Construction and a toy company labeled Little Louise. It was my mom's middle name which I also was given. My name was Lilian Louise Varney, a fifteen year old noble girl of London.
So, at least I had something unlike those who lost everything. That was the upside to being optimistic. You still feel alive.
I got up from my chair and headed downstairs of the manor. I didn't even make it to the bottom steps before the maid came to my aid and shoved me back into my room.

"Lady Lilian," Elizabeth's stern tone told me she was not going to have it. "You need to be dressed before heading downstairs."
She was frantic because she knew what would happen if father saw me like this.
I nodded my head to give her some comfort. Elizabeth was the closest thing I had to a mom. She was firm with my appearance and attitude, yet she was kind and caring. Her soft brown eyes were bursting with such tenderness that only a mother could have. I watched her lengthy blond hair as she grabbed a gown from my closet. Despite my protest, she made me undress and slid the dress over my fifty layers of preparation. I was in a gown of royal blue that fell to the floor. It was extensive and flowy which matched the sleeves also.
Good, they hide the scars I thought.
The white lace was all the way up my back, tied in a bow, and along my opened shoulders.
The only part I disliked the most was the leather corset. I let out a small grunt as Elizabeth tightened the strings, causing my waist to curve significantly. I wasn't skinny but at the same time I wasn't big either. I was averaged, but father was determined to thin up my frame.
   Next she placed a blue shawl to cover my shoulders and  pulled ivory socks over my feet.  My black shoes were forced on and I was prepared for the cold day.
I rushed once again to sit at the chair I had left this morning. Two small strands of my hair were braided and tied together behind my head. It left the rest of my hair to flow down my back. She handed me my silver mirror. What I saw even amazed my self. I looked just like my mother, beautiful and confident.
"There you are my lady," the maid said politely with a gently smile on her face.
"Thank you," I quietly responded giving her a small shy smile myself. I placed the mirror away and I was finally able to head downstairs to the place of meals. This was where the whole family ate, or really just my dad and me.
Before I reached the stairs, Elizabeth came running towards me.
"My lady, today you are planned to go to the city of Westminster," she quickly spoke.
" Your father wants you to meet a possible choice for your husband!"
I stood shocked. My future husband? Why hasn't anyone told me of this til the day of?
With a quick acknowledging nod, I left.
I was ushered towards the carriages by the butler, Mr. Carington, and the guard without any food in my ferocious stomach.
I really wanted to eat but I guess not. I need to be skinnier anyways.
There was a man who lent his hand for me to hop in and I took it with as much grace as I could muster. My father sat on the opposing side of me and glared. His jade orbs were so intent that I was starting to sweat in my seat.
"Make yourself worth something," father demanded.
" or else."
A chill ran down my spine and for once I knew it wasn't the wintry wind.
The wagon had started to move and the entire time I was uncomfortable as the bumps got worse and the feeling of eyes burning into my head were unbearable. I can't stay like this. I can't just live my life by my father. I have to get out.  I have to be free.
My heart felt heavy and I was devoured by the feeling to do what I desired most. To leave. We were almost near the place where the devastation happened. Outside the window, the chocolate shop was gone, and was replaced with a dress store named Chole's. Then there was this dark alleyway, perfect for an escape.
I wanted to get out of the carriage right then and there, never to turn back. Guess what? My body moved on its own and I opened the carriage door.

"Lilian Louise!"
I could hear his growls and commands as I ran. The adrenaline pumped through my blood.  It didn't matter that snow froze my toes or that I doing what I feared.  I wasn't going to stop until I was finally free. Away from that life. And away here I come.

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This is Prologue: Part 2 so next is Chapter 1: Part 1 which will come out soon!
More story development will happen so it should get interesting later on! Have a great day and love you guys!