Chapter One (1)
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Small and tender fingers gripped unto the slim length of a quill as it attempted to make steady and clear words from shaky letters on a parchment. The fingers and the coach quarrelled long; both stubborn to fulfill its task. Light streamed unto the parchment, on the small suit case, on small laps, from the slightly cracked window blind, letting in a small contrast to the rather dark coach.
"What so serious about, darling?" a deep voice asked from the other side of the coach.
The dark figure who just spoke flinched; as he could feel and almost definitely see, the made out grey of the little eyes in the dark; as it threw him a glare. The dark figure knew his little lady remained angry; as he had numerously in one day, annoyed her and the sun was yet to set on his sins.
"Darling, I thought I had explained myself and apologized too. Why do you continue to punish me with your silence?" the man in the dark asked, but yet again met with silence. Though this time spared the anguish of her glare, he could feel words screamed at him in a familiar little and soft voice, where there was none a sound, safe the coach that rocked on.
He had always felt that way about her or better yet, she had always been that way. The air around her never quite seemed playful even as she played. One would always worry not to offend her. The coach stopped, signalling his time to face death; as they had arrived their destination. He hurried out of the coach to open her side of the coach door, but the coachman had beaten him to it. He, like everyone in his household, showed more loyalty to her than they ever did him.
The coach doors opened and little silver rested shoes came first as it graced the stone paved grounds. Hair, white enough to make snow hide in shame, demanded attention, as it flowed down a small back adorned by a cream lace-on-satin dress. Dark brows framed angry gray eyes on a silky almost pale face.
"Lucy, you must swallow your anger. Every noble lady your age must attend some sort of education by royal decree. This is every growing lady's fate." the man scolded.
"No papa, there is no fate. There is only me and what I allow happen to me." Lucy answered, straightening her dress.
"The world does not work that way, my darling." her father sighed.
"Let's talk no more of this, papa. I am already here." Lucy said, looking round the courtyard. The path was stoned to the door way. A fountain stood at the centre of the walkway. Well trimmed grass and shrubs adorned the courtyard.
"Promise me you will stay in school and make the most of it." her father said. Lucy finally turned after taking in the courtyard and looked up at him with blank eyes.
"I promise to make the most of it." she said, relieving the ginger haired man to smile at last. He kissed her forehead before returning to the couch to return home. Only then did he realize she only promised to make the most of it, making his worried face return.
Lucy did not take note of the helps that took in her luggage; she only looked straight ahead as she walked towards the door of the building laid out like a small castle. A tall woman waited for her at the entrance with her head high, hair tied into a tight bun and hand clapped in front of her.
"Welcome to Courtkruff ladies academy, Lady Torgenn. I am Mrs. Muburg. I'm your chief maid. If you would follow me, my lady." the older woman said and started to walk away.
"It's Lady Wickshire. Have that corrected immediately" Lucy instructed making the older woman pause for a bit allowing Lucy to walk past her into the building. The older woman hurried after her.
"I’m sorry, my lady. I was told to expect Lady Torgenn. If you would please wait for me to verify with my superior." the woman made a small bow and dashed away. Lucy did not wait, instead took time to look around. She soon found herself in a grand hall and it seemed like it was being prepared for a ball.
Mrs. Muburg soon found her and rushed over.
"Please, there has been a misunderstanding. We do not have a Lady Wickshire in our accounts; if you would please come with me to meet the headmistress." Mrs. Muburg said.
"Have that sorted soon" Lucy said as she continued strolling, her eyes frozen in a deep gaze as it took in the room. Mrs. Muburg's person flustered as she immediately turned and rushed back to her superior.
"Madame, the lady insists it be sorted fast." Mrs Muburg said. The older woman stared at Mrs. Muburg in anger, before turning towards the headmistress' office. She knocked twice before allowed in by the voice inside. Behind the large desk sat a lanky lady and before her, a man well known to all of them.
"Forgive me my lady, we have a bit of an issue." the older woman said.
"What?" the headmistress asked.
"We were expecting a Lady Torgenn today, instead a Lady Wickshire turned up." the woman explained.
"Who? There is no such person in our books."
"Exactly, my lady."
"It is the same person." the man sitting before the headmistress said.
"What do you mean, Wensworth?" the headmistress asked him.
"The person mostly known as Lady Torgenn is really in formality, Lady Wickshire. That's her formal title" Wensworth explained.
"Answering a different title from her father?" the headmistress scoffed.
"That's the level of her importance" Wensworth answered.
"Quickly, get her to her chambers. Have her well taken care of." the headmistress ordered. The older woman immediately turned and passed down the information as she rushed out of the office. It did not take long for Mrs. Muburg to be seen hurrying through the halls looking for Lucy but to no avail. She started to wonder if the lady had returned home after the long delay. Her thoughts immediately went to the headmistress, who she knew would not hesitate to fire her in a second. She soon recognized the white hair that fell down a slender small back when she rushed into the drawing room. She took a second to calm herself before approaching the lady.
"Sorted?" the soft voice asked without sparing her a glance.
"Forgive me my lady, I'm completely at fault." Mrs. Muburg apologized. Lucy remained silent, as she started to walk away.
"Hurry up" she said softly to the older woman. Soon she was led into luxurious chambers, where before her waited two girls Lucy was sure were in their early mids of life.
"They are Shilla and Taylor. They are your personal maids. Whatever you need I'm confident we can make it happen." Mrs Muburg said, as the two girls curtsied.
"Are you, now?" Lucy commented; her tone fairly amused.
"What is happening tonight?" Lucy asked.
"There is a welcome ball." Shilla, the much slimmer girl answered.
"Shall we start looking for what to wear?" Taylor asked. Lucy did not answer as she found her way to a chair and sat.
"The pale yellow dress with the soft lacing" She said, before looking out the window to discover a backyard garden. She ignored the maids for a while before getting up and heading to the where she found warm water waiting behind a screen. She quietly stripped and got in. After a while of cleaning she got out and dressed before she took her dinner. It was a while before she was dressed and ready for the ball. The maids were awkwardly quiet as they had no idea what to do. They were all experienced in their work. The least of years any of them had worked, was five years. Yet, this was the first time they had ever met a young lady that made them this uncomfortable. Her choice of clothes was plain and she wore no jewellery even though they had seen quite a lot while unpacking her belongings. They led her out of the room, through different halls and into the ballroom. They were unfashionably late, cutting into the headmistress' speech.
A man stood by the corner completely bored out of his mind; his suit was expensive and sharp while he leaned on the wall lazily. His ears perked up as silence momentarily seized the room. He looked up to find the source of the silence; a lady had arrived late. Her maids following behind her, before finding a corner aside as their lady stole the attention. Some second later, the headmistress continued her speech. He took in the lady's plain clothes. He noticed she wore no jewellery as his eyes made its way to her face. Though he was sure he had never set eyes on her before, he knew exactly who she was. Overlooking the glaring white hair; a symbol of her identity, he saw the look in her eyes. She had power and she knew it.
She was exactly the client he needed, Wensworth thought as he glanced at all the ladies in the ball room. She was the most mysterious of them all. His face paused into a frown as he saw a chubby man approach her.
Lucy stood like a statue as the eyes of the room feasted on her.
“Hello, I’m Jo Jodanham.” a chubby man introduced. Lucy maintained a blank expression as she replied.
“It's an honour, my lady. I am an asset manager. My lady, if any time in future you need such, I am your man.”
“Asset manager? I've never heard of such.”
“It's a highly respectable profession, my lady. I, for example, would manage your possessions in your stead, so you do not need to bother about details and numbers.”
"I'll tell it to you straight, Mr. Jodanham. I have no intention of letting anyone manage my assets. No one in this room at all. I'm going to assume you are not the only asset manager here.”
“Oh, of course not; but there are others from other professions.”
“What assets does a lady truly have that her drawers cannot manage? As respectable a profession it seems; you all here are at the bottom of the career chain, if one is honest. But you are in luck Jodanham.” Lucy said mildly, silencing the now sweating fat man. The way her eyes pierced his, it was as though she knew who he was. As though, his secrets were before her eyes.
“Though I have no need for these asset managers, I do need an obedient boy. One who would do as told. As for the money involved, I’m sure a man such as yourself, can always do with more money. If you are interested, then leave you address with my maid; the redhead wearing pale pink bow on her weave. Good night.” Lucy said and turned away.
Mr. Jodanham stood frozen in place as he watched the lady stroll away. Only then did he notice he was sweating in the rather airy room. Only once in his live was he ever as scared as he was just then. Something about the way she looked at him, which made him scared out of his mind. He did not know if to run or do as she said. Though all she did was make an offer, he felt it more like a command, and he knew somewhere in his heart that he would be seeking death by disobeying her. As if led by chin, he walked over to the maid and left his address. Though he felt a relief from the knowledge he had escaped a horrid experience, he felt as if he had just signed away his life on that address and only he could fathom why.
Lucy stood a while and watched as others conversed and made small talk before leaving for the night. Her maids followed her back to her chambers where they helped her change and settle in.
When the night sang of silence, Lucy decided to know for herself, every part of the school. She walked round in the dark with nothing but the lamp lit in the hallways to guide her way. As she walked, a lot went through her mind. She wondered why the headmistress gave her three maids when all others had one. Clearly a school such as this had people of more importance and status than she, especially amongst ignorant women; unless the criteria for importance were totally different. If so, why was she awarded such confusion on her first day? She recalled who the ladies referred to as the headmistress; the stiff young woman in her early mids. She remembered how for a moment the woman's eyes had rested on her.
“Who goes there?” asked a male voice.
“I am known as Lady Wickshire.” Lucy answered the voice in the dark.