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Why could he not see himself the way she saw him? There was wonderful man before her, and it seen him in doubt of his skills always humbled her, and at the same time made a fire grow inside her heart. Because he if would not admit his greatness, then she would do it for him. No matter toward whom. Forever.

"Of that I doubt," she told him, when he told her that he doubted he could draw her the way he wanted. "You are always your hardest critic. Even when you bring paper to life." Leaving the topic of of him drawing her, for she had other plans while here, and while she would love to see herself as he saw her--that was not her priority in his endeavor.

That belonged to removing his pants. Which was why she had also cleverly not commented toward his words on the door being locked too convenient. She only had to tilt her face up to let her lips find his. Her hands finding his ribs, and sliding up to his shoulders, and then around his neck. He had told her once, that by touching him once, he had needed to find a cool lake to stop his desire. With this story in mind, with the thought bold in her body--her hands moved down this time. Moving lower, over his ribs, and lower over his belly, and lower, to hold his hips--and make her intentions clear.

Or she hoped--for if not then she would have to grow bolder still.

One moment, escape was in sight, and the next . . . well the next was so much better! Sophie felt his arms around her, and then he pulled! She gasped softly as she landed on the bed, and the sound ended in a laugh as he settled on top of her. "Benedict!" She 'chided' though it came out as a happy sigh rather that any for displeasure. Because how did one grow displeased when she was so happy? One did not.

His kissed stole her ability to reason, and before long he was pulling the sheet from her body. It was like fighting the wind. Sophia moved her hands to touch his skin, sliding over his side and up to his face. "I am so weak around you," She admitted, glad for it as well. "You always get what you want from me." And she as well, for there was nothing he would not give her if she asked for it. "Now we shall both be late," With that, she gave up trying to escape and wrapped her hands around his neck, kissing him slowly. "And I had a really good surprise for you too, for when you found me."

Sophie again demanded that they let her pass. She knew that it was pointless, so instead she began to talk around them--only to be stopped. Turning she made it a few steps back toward the estate--only to be stopped. Her felt her body hum with the telling feeling that she needed to run. The knowledge that she could not out run them. The fear of knowing what might happened next if she did not at least try. And the hopelessness of knowing that sound not stop it.

They taunted her, as if they wanted her to run and they to chase. At least until a voice came from outside the group. One that made them all turn toward. When everyone was looking toward the new man, Sophie attempted to dart the other way, only to have two of them catch her, one holding each arm. "Oh, oh! The little deer tried to run before we could take her to the party." Some of them seemed to stare into the darkness at the other man, as if trying to discern who it was--or if they knew then they were still because of who he was. "Let me go!" She demanded, once again.

She would have given more thought in this moment had she not been scared, panicked, and desperate. She might have wondered who they would stop for--yet to Sophie, she only knew they were distracted because of someone. That they men here, took notice of the stranger with a voice she could never forget.

He was warm and welcoming, and she loved it. Tucking her toes up under her skirt, she let her weight rest on him in efforts to get closer. Benedict questioned how she felt, and if she was honest with her self--she was not sure. There was the worry that this scheme they had built to allow her to marry him would fail, or that someone would know her and ruin everything, or that the ton would dislike her---OR Lady Whistledown would decide to not like her either!

It was harder to be honest with herself, than with him. For some reason, it was easier to talk to him. "It will all work out," She told him, trying to be optimistic about the events to happen in the next few weeks and months. "I only worry I will let everyone down, and the others will see right through me." She admitted to him, knowing he must already be able to guess how she felt in a way.

But there was more. More to her feelings. Turning her face to moving closer to his own, she leaned up to kiss him. "And yet, not at the same time." Because when he was with her, there was nothing she could not do.

He kissed her, and she knew he understood what she had wanted. Him. Here. Where it began in a way. One of their few beginnings. He told her that he would only get in the water if she was with him. "I do not know how to swim." She told him softly, knowing that he would hinder him. Swimming had been something she had never had the chance to do before. "You will have to promise to hold me close."

As proof that he would not be hindered, she felt him pulling the laces of her dress. Wanting to do the same for him, Sophie lifted her fingers to his buttons of his shirt, and she began slipping them through the holes. Her own lips seeking out his again, needing his kiss to keep her bold. Wanting to be bold for him. And his kiss . . . it had always made her feel more then a kiss should.

"You had a reason?" She questioned, having just assumed he had felt the need to be clean or disappear for a while. What could have made him escape from his room, and come out here, and for him to find it prudent now?

Sometimes it was hard to sleep. Memories of her life before here, memories of the abuse, kept her awake when she longed for sleep. Sophie often felt alone in the world, and had for her whole life. Sitting up in bed, Sophie tried to think of something she could do to remove the feelings and memories and aid sleep.

Perhaps stepping out into the garden? She knew just walking the gardens during the day was not allowed, but with everyone to bed, perhaps no one would know. Slipping on a simple dress, and shoes, Sophie did not bother to take a candle with her. She knew the way by now.

The way just happened to take her through the kitchens--where she found Benedict--MR. BRIDGERTON--there. He turned and smiled, and Sophie had to fight to keep from smiling back. Her souring mood from moments ago already forgotten, more so then a walk could ever had done. "Are you going to cook?" She asked, ignoring his question about following him down here, and the tease that had eased her mood, and rather asked something else. Because the idea of him knowing how to use the kitchen was more then surprising. Which her tone had even suggested.

A long time ago in a kingdom that went from sea to sea, there was a ruling family whom were very close. The people were often happy, though life was not always easy. The main city was located in the heart of the kingdom, and the castle there towered above the trees in a beacon to welcome or warn approaching visitors. A market and lower town filled part of the area, as well as some local farm land. As you traveled further away from the citadel, there was other smaller villages, and farms that lived within the kingdom. Each village or farm was near a noble's estate, with the noble over seeing the area in the name of the king.

It is in one such village that our story begins. The village near the area under the noble Lord Cavender, where the rules were not always upheld as strict as they were in the capital. Here where our story begins, we find a maid on the run from a different noble's manner, who finds herself in a dangerous position for a woman traveling alone.

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Sophie knew that she had been warned about life on her own before, and it had been one of the main reasons that she had waited so long before fleeing her step-mother's house. Yet after a mistake that had ended up with her locked away--again--Sophie had no choice yet to flee. To leave before her step-mother could punish her in a more dangerous manner.

If seeking out on her own had been a hard choice, being on her own felt harder. While she no longer lived in fear of her step-mother, she now lived coin to coin, and was trying to get far enough away that no one knew her.

It was how she ended up serving drinks as a maid in the noblemen; Lord Cavender, and found herself apart of a party where their were many (many) shocking things happening. In attempt to make it back to the village, three men had found her. She demanded they let her leave. The laughed at her, seeing a maid as an easy target.