The universe is an immense and beautiful brutal force of the cosmo. But it listens, it pays attention, it works its way to make things flow and balanced.
And when it heard of the little but pure promise two people made, it listened and remembered...
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IT WAS FATE, that's how Margaret saw it.
She wasn't the type of person to walk around near the bay, especially during these times, where assaulting young women in broad daylight was becoming more common than stray cats roaming around the backyard of her home. She also wasn't allowed to leave the perimeters of their land. Her father always made it clear for her and her sister to stay where they were safe from filth. He meant no harm by keeping his daughters inkept all the time. He always graced them with everything they could ever wish for, with the most beautiful dresses a duke with flourishing business could afford and books and jewerly from all the places he would visit.
Unfortunately, Margaret just wanted the one thing he could not give her, the freedom of walking around free of guilt. But the thrill of getting caught and guilt have never stopped her from doing just that. In fact, Elizabeth --her mother-- was quite aware of that, unlike the busy father, and she always made sure to have someone keep an eye on her daughter when she taught no one was watching. No one could stop Margaret, and no one had the will to. After a few times strolling around, the town's people learned about Lady Margaret's little adventures and started to willingly look out for her. She was the whole town of Carmarthen's young lady and would anyone dare to lay a finger on her, she had the whole Carmarthen on her side.
But with more time that passes, the more often her father would be in town, leaving Margaret having to follow his rules, as it was harder to sneak out while he was around. But the recent emergency call from business affiar in the Eastern lands meant that she was free to get out again.
So for her to be there, looking at the new dirty ship making berth, the exact moment the handsome Frenchman walked down the wooden plank for the very first time.
It was fate.
What she was taught in her years as a lady was that women never made the first move; but little did men know that they wouldn't be making the first move, in the first place, if the women didn't allow them to. She slid the white handkerchief from her sleeve, leaving her wrist tickling. White pieces go first, his black boots could go second. So she walked past him and dropped her handkerchief. An old lady's tale, but it did the job in certain circumstances.
But that wasn't a scene from the books she has read.
The man stomped his black and heavy boots on her clean handkerchief like it were nothing, leaving a very much undignified Margaret. She has never been insulted that much in her life. Normally, boys of her age would come around her and praise her with their ardent and unconditional love poems, despite the fact that every meeting with any possible suitor was always accompanied by a third person --a babysitter--. He trusted his daughter, but having only two daughters he couldn't afford one of them being stained by rumours, or even worse, by nasty boys's hands. So everyone was always so honoured and delighted to have the opportunity to meet her and her sister, so how come this snobbish frenchman just insulted her so?
