First book of the historical trilogy.
This is a rough draft and unedited.
❗️ For mature audience. Language and some scenes are not suitable for the younger audience.❗️
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The violent rocking of the ship sent Angélique sliding from side to side in her small room. The air was damp, the smell of fish only added to its heaviness and the constant movements of her body, floor, and walls around her did not agree with her stomach. Angélique had nothing to hold on to as the ship hit wave after wave.
In her mind, she softly swore her impatience. If only she had waited for the King to send out one of his ships and for the sea to calm, although the second was out of anyone's control. Foremost, she could not linger any longer were she to leave before anyone discovered her true plan. That gave her prestige of morning when she hastily has written to the King with her request to return home at once, and afternoon to gather the little she had of her belongings and by the evening she was in her coach, on the way to the docks.
Angélique did not know if the Duke, or Rose, or even the Captain, tried to visit with her. For, once she returned to her home, she ordered her butler to say she had other social preoccupation and therefore she could not be called upon. Those instructions were followed by a request to not share with her who came around the house.
Shaking her head, Angélique tried to recall if her journey to England was as bad as the one, she was taking now, but it has been many moons since, and back then, her feelings were the centre of her attention. Come think of it, they should be now, after all the betrayal was far more unexpected than the one, she had reived from her family.
However, the only thing Angélique felt was a strange numbness as the ship drew further and further away from England's docks. Her body felt weak and her mind too tired, after all, she has gone without a wink of sleep. In her head, Angélique kept turning over everything that has happened in England.
Seeing Rose for the first time, at the first ball she had attempted upon her arrival to the city. Angélique found it familiar yet strange and sought refuge in a shadowy corner, where a brunette Lady was hiding out with her face buried in a book. The moment brunette finished, clasped her book shut, and looked up, was the moment the two of them became very good friends.
The first moment she has met the Captain, "Angie, this is Captain Rolenth." Rose gestured to the man standing to her right. He was clothed rather ordinary, no shiny ornaments on his robes nor did he wear flashy pins. For that Angélique knew he was indeed Captain.
He took her other gloved hand that now laid by her side, and with a bow laid a kiss on her knuckles. A sly smirk twitched with his lips. No doubt, English women fell to their knees for it, quite literally judging by his dishevelled state, but Angélique felt nothing. She regarded him with an impassive smile and greeting.
