These Lost Souls

Chapter One.

Winter never fails to come up behind you and hit you like a bullet. Hard and cold, as blood rushes. The leaves that had fallen this recent autumn, had started to gather frost at the edges of there sprout. Dahlia was getting fitted for the ball of the season in her quarters, it was the first event of winter and all the possible acquaintances for her un-avoidable marriage, would most likely be there. Dahlia was cut from her thoughts as she heard a swift double knock at her door, as she look at the reflection in the mirror her mother came striding into her room.
"Dahlia. I trust you know what I expect tonight. The other important people are stating to talk dear. You do know what this means I presume?" Her mother pressed, looking quite distressed but oddly calm with the matter.
"Yes mother. I was supposed to be married off last year, instead I went to school. What a crime. The others are talking, not necessarily my issue as I recall- I never wanted this. I want to write, to report. But you would never listen to me." Dahlia spoke in a serious yet rather sarcastic tone.
"Speaking to your mother in such a tone should have been taught against in the school you begged me to go to. Or you could be thankful for just one thing I am doing for you. I am basically setting you up for life, you will be looked after and there will be food on the table every night and a roof over your head. Its what you need and how it has always been in this family. I will not be disgraced any more then I have. Y-" Dahlia cut her off.
"Do you even believe in love? Have you ever believed in love? Do you know what it's like to want something so bad, you would fight so hard until you got it? I don't think you do, mother. You have had everything given to you your whole life. Everything served on a beautiful gold platter." She scoffed, "I'll go to the ball. Because I love you, and because I'm sick of the bickering that comes with all of this whenever you bring up the topic. But I promise you, I. Will. Not. Do these simple tasks of "life" just willingly. I will go out with a Big Bang mother, and the whole world is gonna feel it." Dahlia finished and shooed off her hand maids that were slowly working on finishing the dress of her mother's dreams.
"I will be left alone." Dahlia commanded. Her mother stood there baffled for a moment, until she picked up her skirt and gracefully made her way out of the room. Once she left Dahlia made her way towards the giant window with beautiful panes. She looked at the busy streets, all the people rushing in and out of the giant maze that they all called home. There she found herself wondering, pondering the idea in her mind- what if she wasn't a Rothschild? What if she grew up a simple girl, from a simple home, with a simple mother and father. The thought seemed so distant. As much as she wanted it, she could never have it. But she promised herself a long time ago, that when the time was right, she would run. Run like her life depended on it, and she would be the first women ever to publish about slavery, murder or robbery. Something only men were supposed to know about and women were thought to never think or even know about. She wanted to be different. She wanted to be the the first women of history to make change in England. She wanted to make a change in the way humans did things, and she was determined she was going to do it.
"Miss, Madam Stephanie has requested that we continue with your dress, the ball will begin at noon." Said one of the hand maids to Dahlia. Rosie, she presumed.
"Yes. Thank you Rosie, bring them back in." Dahlia sighed. And with that her dress was swiftly back to being made and prepped to show the world that she was ready and willing for marriage. At least in her mothers eyes. About an hour later her dress was finished, it was blue with ruffles on the bottom. Dahlia smiled at herself in the mirror. She hadn't looked this elegant since last years ball, suddenly a tear escaped and starting sliding down her cheek, she quickly wiped it away, along with the memories of the last winter ball with it. As she made her way to the top of the stairs, she caught her mother's eye, her mother was standing right on the corner of the bottom of the stairs, she gave one swift nod at the butler and he started talking,
"Miss Dahlia Angel Rothschild of Angelo-Saxon."
The whole room went quiet. And every eye was on Dahlia.

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Edited 🤪

Hello all, going to delete this later:).
Sorry this story is so short, I just want to know if this is worth writing, I love writing and would probably continue this anyway, but I would like to at least put more effort in if this story is wanted... so please vote/comment!! Xoxo -S
This is so in-professional, but its what everyone does so eh, this is what I envision Dahlia to look like⬇️⬇️

Just more, Victorian era :))
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