Footman Stories

Meet Uriah; first footman in Harmpton Estate. He works under command of the James family, better known as Lord and Lady Montgomery along with their three daughters. Although times are rather dull for the servants, he has a few adventures of his own. This is the beginning of his story, how he began working, the hardships he faced to get where he is now. [Based on Harmpton Estate.. on howrse.com]

Dear gentle reader, It has come to this authors attention that Miss Eloise Bridgerton, already once signed by scandal, has not entirely abandoned her appetite for the improper. While the young lady dutifully attends balls and endures the parade of eligible gentlemen, one cannot help but observe that her attention wanders... not towards a titled suitor, but elsewhere. After all, rebellion is most intoxicating when it occurs beneath one's very own roof. There are lines in society that must not be crossed, but if Miss Bridgerton has proven anything, it is that she has never been particularly fond of being told what she may not do. And this author wonders... What happens when the greatest impropriety is not being discovered...but being desired?

So fa la land is a dramatised account of a life of poverty for an early twentieth century Scottish mining household through one daughter's eyes using flashbacks from the sixties. Before you start to read this book I would like to emphasise that all of the stories are true. I have, of course, had to invent dialogue to match the situations, but much of that is from conversations and recordings. I have filled in gaps where the descriptions of the places and people are unclear, but otherwise the stories all happened, whether it be a ruler smashing into the children's knuckles; Robbie's shoes being open to the weather; my father investigating a lost ashtray; and the extremely rare piece of steak served to my uncle. The rare aspect was nothing to do with how it was served, by the way. The Robertsons once lived at 11 Middle Street, Cuthill near Prestonpans, Scotland. My mother, a seventh child of a seventh child, was Williamina Whyte Robertson, better known as Minnie. The family were in a very poor state and comprised a mining family of eleven children. Some of the stories might make painful reading. There will also be stories about my father George Harmsworth who came from Boxmoor near Hemel Hempstead in Hertfordshire. George Harmsworth and Minnie Robertson married on January 8th 1934, seven months before the birth of their first daughter Rose and thereby lies another tale. Please let me know about typos, grammar and spelling blunders. Family ... let me know if I have said something which you believe is not accurate. (C) 2016/7 Tony Harmsworth - All Rights Reserved. For the avoidance of doubt, anyone using this storyline, characters or copying prose or dialogue without written permission, will be prosecuted under international intellectual property laws.

I, a lowly footman who was forgotten by his beloved master who loved him the same a few months ago.

Sarah is eight years old when she goes to work in the kitchen of the palace of Euphrania. Although she is content with her station, she sometimes dreams of the royalty on the other side of the kitchen walls. And then, one day, she meets a princess in disguise... and her whole life changes. Sequel to The Lady of My Choosing.

Tom was perfect. He was the lone brilliant star shining in the night sky, always just out of Merope's reach. On the rare times he had seen her, he had an expression on his face that Merope knew was a mixture of repulsion and pity. To Tom, she was simply the old tramp’s daughter. The noble house of Salazar Slytherin and her being pureblood would mean nothing to him...

[Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji ; OC ; yaoi?] *** I am but a simple country farmlad, heading to London to make a better life for myself-- Fine, I'll cut the crap and come out with it. I'm a gutter rat that lives off the handouts and trash of the city goers. I've never been to the country before, having been born and raised in London's slums, but I think it'd be nice to go one day. I live with just my little sister Marcie, who's eight. My name is Quinn. Our real surname, we don't know, so we call ourselves the Kerrs (because it sounds like kerosene, a little). After about nineteen years of sneaking around, I have mastered the act of never getting caught doing anything illegal. Just put on a posh accent, use polite speech, and you can get away with posing as a noble child sneaking out in peasant clothes. It's easy; the Yard is so bad at their jobs. But alas, one day, unforeseen circumstances find me working as a footman at Phantomhive manor. And from there, well, things get messy.

1911, is a world were strict rules keep the lower classes from ever reaching higher - achieving more. Alice Drench is a sixteen year old ladies maid - trying to find her place in a world of injustice. Plagued by her past, her brother, memories that refuse to die, she is never alone. Tom he's seventeen, her best friend and the one she tells everything to - well almost. He's looking to the future. After running away from his father when he was twelve and not going back, he blames himself for the fate of his family, but he cannot let go. She thinks that she is falling for him. He may think of her as more than a friend. Can the two even distinguish love from fear, do they have the courage to confess? What will happen when they do? Or will the events that were powerful to shatter the hearts of an entire generation and that are already in the shadows waiting to unfold, tear them apart forever. In a world where secrets and lies are the coal for any flame and scandal is lurking around every corner, will they even survive? Book One in a Trilogy.

Eighteen years. Two sisters. One secret. Emmeline Bridgerton has returned to London to find her place in society, but her heart still belongs to the garden where she left it a decade ago. Footman John has never forgotten the girl he promised to protect-but protecting a lady is one thing; falling in love with her is a scandal that could destroy them both.