Post by Rose D'Aguillon on May 31, 2011 11:27:27 GMT -5
At 15, Rose was prepared to have an arranged marriage. As a child, she was always sent to mingle with the most prestigious boys at her father's parties; her father, the Earl, would always scan for title suitable for Rose. Unlike most men, he wanted a daughter. He craved for a finer estate, more housekeepers, and more power. So, he was always on the lookout for a boy who could give him the chance.
On Rose's 8th birthday, her father held a party inviting the most influential children of the day. Rose, always embarrassed about being in public, wanted nothing more than to have a private party with the housekeeper she felt closest to, but, of course, that would take away a great opportunity for her father. She sat in the middle of the banquet hall, with a great fuss of things around her. Presents, candies, all waiting to be unwrapped by Rose. Yet, Rose was preoccupied by watching as her mother and father rushed to greet the Duke of Bedford, his wife the Dutchess, and his son, James. Then she watched as they called the maids to bring another chair next to Rose, and then her parents, laughing alongside with the Duke and Dutchess, sat James down. Rose and James did not look at each other. Rose looked to her favorite nanny, Peronelle, who was more of a mother to her than her real mother, and almost began to cry. Peronelle gave Rose a strong look and held her head back, so Rose imitated her. She looked over at James. He is a little pudgy, she thought,and he's got too many freckles. She hated him right away. As the party continued, her parents and James's parents made attempts to get the two to talk to one another, but to no avail. "James loves horseback riding, don't you James?" "Rose is excellent at painting. Such a fine quality in a young lady." When the party was over, her parents made plans with the Duke and Dutchess to get their children to play twice a year. The two days of the year Rose loathed most of all.
Now as a young woman of 15, Rose should have accepted by now that her and James are to be married soon. The biyearly meeting is to be held in three months, and Rose is dreading it. She has a feeling this may be the time. This may be the time he will be propose.
On Rose's 8th birthday, her father held a party inviting the most influential children of the day. Rose, always embarrassed about being in public, wanted nothing more than to have a private party with the housekeeper she felt closest to, but, of course, that would take away a great opportunity for her father. She sat in the middle of the banquet hall, with a great fuss of things around her. Presents, candies, all waiting to be unwrapped by Rose. Yet, Rose was preoccupied by watching as her mother and father rushed to greet the Duke of Bedford, his wife the Dutchess, and his son, James. Then she watched as they called the maids to bring another chair next to Rose, and then her parents, laughing alongside with the Duke and Dutchess, sat James down. Rose and James did not look at each other. Rose looked to her favorite nanny, Peronelle, who was more of a mother to her than her real mother, and almost began to cry. Peronelle gave Rose a strong look and held her head back, so Rose imitated her. She looked over at James. He is a little pudgy, she thought,and he's got too many freckles. She hated him right away. As the party continued, her parents and James's parents made attempts to get the two to talk to one another, but to no avail. "James loves horseback riding, don't you James?" "Rose is excellent at painting. Such a fine quality in a young lady." When the party was over, her parents made plans with the Duke and Dutchess to get their children to play twice a year. The two days of the year Rose loathed most of all.
Now as a young woman of 15, Rose should have accepted by now that her and James are to be married soon. The biyearly meeting is to be held in three months, and Rose is dreading it. She has a feeling this may be the time. This may be the time he will be propose.