The Lady of Blackwood Chpt 13
Chapter 13 - Troubled
Lying awake in bed Florence could not reconcile what she had seen with the picture she had formed of each of the people. She turned over various excuses, but had to discard them in favour of the obvious. She could think of no proper reason why Count Marcus should have three pretty women in his bedroom late at night. Thinking of the not-so-innocent reasons create a storm of emotions inside her. She wanted to scream in anger and outrage, and cry in misery and rejection. It was her own fault for creating an image of perfection in her head. Of course the Count was not perfect. It made sense that something like this should be his flaw.
'But Elizabeth?' she thought angrily. She never expected him to be interested in a child. She never expected any of it, but Elizabeth made it worse. So much worse.
There was also the question of them being married, even though it was only in name. She felt she deserved more than this. She deserved some semblance of respect
The Lady of Blackwood Chpt 12
Chapter 12 - Scandalous
Somewhere in the morning, a few hours before dawn, Florence awoke to the sound of creaking noises. There were other sounds too, but she could not place them. After listening for a while and finding herself unable to drop off to sleep again, she decided to investigate, to find the origins of the noises. Throwing on a overcoat against the night's chill, she quietly exited her room. She contemplated taking a candle, but decided against it. Who knows what or who the light might attract. She knew where she was heading and did not need a candle to light her way. She was heading to the tower above her room. Florence was about to break a house rule.
Tip-toeing down the hall she reached the stairs and tip-toeing up the stairs, she reached the landing above. There she was faced with an old rusty door, lit by a full moon that shone in from windows situated high in the walls.
The door weighed a ton, or so it seemed to her, and she groaned with effort to move it. At f
The Lady of Blackwood Chpt 11
Chapter 11 Balcony
"Would you like to take a break?"
"Yes, please", Florence answered, trying to not sound out of breath. She started to leave the impromptu dance floor, but he caught her by the hand.
"Come", Marcus said. "I want to show you something."
Thirsty and tired she followed him, keeping her eyes open for something to drink. The only fluid she saw was wine, so she grabbed a glass when they passed Old Sam at his wine table. Sipping some of the liquid she climbed the stairs behind Marcus. The halls were dark and he had to take a candle from a wall bracket at the top of the stairs to light the rest of their way.
"It feels like I'm a child again." Florence was not sure why she was whispering. Perhaps it was because she felt they were sneaking about where they shouldn't be.
"Oh?" His voice was normal.
"Many times when my parents were entertaining guests, my friends and I would steal away into the night and play hide and seek. Listen... Do you hear how far away the mer