DELICATE || TEWKESBURY [1]

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➷ DELICATE ࿐ྂ
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viii. A Message Well-delivered

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IT TOOK THE VISCOUNT EXACTLY three days to finally get himself to enact his plan. He was going to fit himself in a package full of flowers so nothing would be suspicious. He left his room early in the morning, hoping to catch a train to get to the outside of London and to the address that Y/N has provided in the secret storage under the dagger.

Tewkesbury had all of the things he needed and when he got there, he couldn't help but feel jittery and nervous. The boy fit himself in the large box of wooden planks, sinking under the soft bed of lilacs, pink roses, and a bundle of clematis in the hopes of getting out of suspicion's way.

Not long after, a maid noticed the package laying outside the gates. She walked over and tried to lift the object. Groaning, she obviously couldn't.

"Joe! Jerry! Thomas! Help me with 'ere now, would ya?" She called. The guards nodded and used their strong arms to carry the package inside.

"What is it?" Tewkesbury heard a very strict and masculine voice.

"A gift of affection for the young lady herself." The maid answered.

The master of the house cocked an eyebrow and grabbed the paper glued onto the wooden material. "A lovely message. Highly written with knowledge and dignity. Must be from the Baron's son. Give it to her. Maybe after this, she'll finally accept the marriage proposal once she's done with her training," he ordered.

The boy in the package soundlessly scoffed and furrowed his eyebrows in such a way that he thought he might never return it back to its normal position again. 'Marriage proposal? That sounds serious. He's going to marry off his daughter at such a young age?'

An unexplainable feeling of jealousy started to fill his chest. He wanted to just stand up and talk sense into the shallow head of the older man, but that wouldn't give much of a lovely impression, would it? Especially when Y/N found it in her heart to still speak of her father well the day they departed. Departed. He hated the word and swore it just felt wrong.

That thought was enough. He had an objective, and that objective must stand firm. To save her and take her back to the noisy streets of London. He wanted his friend back, the only person who ever understood where he came from, and how he had come to be who he is now.

The box moved once again as they went upstairs, making the Marquess of Basilwether let out a soft grunt. "Did someone hear that?" A woman's voice was heard in a rising tone of bewilderment and suspicion.

Tewkesbury's eyes widened. He cupped his mouth with his hand and frowned when his back hit the hard bottom of the package. They must've stopped.

"Whatever do you mean?" The man named Jerry asked.

"I heard a noise. Not just any ordinary one. It's a grunt." the woman said.

"You're absurd, Mary." Thomas stated.

"But isn't this package so heavy?" Joe asked. They all looked at each other.

"This is suspicious." Mary said. They frowned and internally agreed.

"Then let me take a look at the package," Thomas replied.

"No! The master didn't give us an order to open such gifts. If he finds out, you'll be out of this job in a snap!" The woman whisper-yelled.

"Ah, don't worry."

"As long as no one tells the master, he's going to be quite well and dandy."

"Fine, but don't take too long. Someone else might see and tell on us."

The wooden lid was opened by the man who insisted on opening it and taking a look. When it did so, he saw nothing but various flowers nicely put together to create a vision and an overwhelming scent of a fresh field.

Tewkesbury's heart pounded in his chest so fast that he thought it would just rip his ribcage open and jump out. It was an unnecessary personification, but he had proven the feeling to be real — in any other occasions, not just this one.

"There's nothing here but boring old flowers," the guard informed. The Viscount discreetly sighed in relief as he slowly wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead. Though, he felt insulted when he heard him describe the gift as boring.

'Oh God, it's hot in here,' he thought. The lid was closed again and then, they continued to carry it until they got to the young lady of the house. A knock was the next thing that he heard, almost groaning for the sake of mentally complaining how everything was just taking too long.

"Package my arse. Tell my wanky father I would never speak to him. He can disown me all he wants, I wouldn't care." Y/N yelled.

"But it's a lovely gift from someone, and it is quite heavy." The maid said.

"You can't open that door unless you have food to offer me," the girl answered. Tewkesbury mentally chuckled. His hands were cold and shaking from the anxiousness and hectic thoughts of negativity.

As much as the young marquess adored her witty remarks of telling people off, he found it time-consuming as of the moment. If only she could close her mouth and take the package, then maybe he won't have to lie in the box, looking like an eight month old foetus from his mother's womb for any longer, but alas, the subject was Y/N. No one knows when she'd stop.

"But, we aren't allowed to give you food until your father says so."

"Then don't open that door. You really listen to that old man?"

"Your father's right. You're too young to have things in life such as these," Mary said. They heard the young lady scoff.

"You know, Mary. Sometimes I also think you're too old to live, too."

The guards bit their tongue to refrain from laughter, even the viscount who carefully listened.

"Stubborn you are, young lady. This package is urgent!"

"If it means having my solitude, then back off my door, then I'll open it." Y/N scowled.

Once the door opened, it revealed a girl with messy hair and tear-stained cheeks.

"My, you look as horrendous as those rotten apples I gathered from the garden today," The maid commented. The young girl arched her eyebrow.

"I didn't know father hired a mentally unstable woman like you. What's a mirror doing in our bloody garden?", she asked.

"Your father was right to lock you up here. He does know better."

"If you believe him that much, why don't you marry him and create another child to replace me? Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll take my package. If you don't get out of my sight, I'm going to go ballistic and I wouldn't know what I would do to you." With that, the servant left along with the guards.

Y/N took the package inside her room and closed the door. She opened the box to see a pile of flowers. "Clematis. How sweet. Though, I thought the trash is the right address for this to go to."

Suddenly, a soft chuckle was heard along with a sneeze. The girl's eyes widened. "Who's there?" She cautiously asked and took a step back.

The person in the parcel then slowly stood up, brushing petals from his shoulders here and there.

"I told you we'll see each other again."