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Post by Rose Fletcher on Nov 11, 2022 0:20:21 GMT
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sobbing | Rose knew that leaving her room that night would come to be her deepest regret. Had she remained where she was, then no one would be aware of her plight, and she could deal with it without scrutiny. As it was, she had been discovered by none other than the master of the house, arguably the person she least wished to find her in such a state.
He approached her, and her first reaction was to flinch when his hand reached for her. But his touch was not harsh like she anticipated it to be, but gentle as he put her arm over his shoulders.
"I don't want no trouble" she protested, her free hand travelling to grasp at where the throbbing pain originated from. "You need not concern yourself with me" he thought he knew best, and perhaps he only sought to help, but the best way to help her would be to leave her be.
She could do little but allow him to guide her into an empty room, letting out a breath once he lowered her onto the bed. It was foolish to believe that he might leave her be now that he'd seen her to bed, but she was not so lucky.
"No, my Lord-" she called after him, but he'd already allowed the door to close behind him, gone on his mission to find someone who might be able to help.
Rose stared up at the ceiling, hand still resting on her stomach and for a moment she did not move. Then a sob shook her body, closing her eyes as the tears began to flow freely now that she did not have to worry about having an audience, and though she the pain in her abdomen was enough to ball her hands into the sheets and wish for relief, the ache in her chest was the source of her tears.
It was not as though she wanted a child. She could barely support herself, let alone another person who was entirely dependent upon her. But it was only now that she truly realized what she was losing, a child that was half him. It was a nice thought, that would now never become reality.
She knew that it was foolish to miss something that she'd never truly had, but her heart ached as though it had been ripped open.
Rose sucked in a breath and wiped at her eyes when she heard the door opening. Looking at the people who now stood in the room with her once she'd cleared her vision of tears, staring accusatorily at the Duke, but she did not have the energy to fight him any further.
Giving a slight nod, she turned to the women that he'd brought to her "I don't want anyone else to know about this, it stays between us" the last thing she wanted was for the entire household to know, or worse for rumour spread to the staff in neighbouring houses. |
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Post by Rose Fletcher on Nov 10, 2022 22:32:26 GMT
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| There were four Bridgerton girls in need of new gowns, and though they seemed like perfectly nice girls, some of them were incapable of standing still as she took their measurements. It wasn't that she was not capable of working in such conditions, even when the youngest had twisted in order to observe something her older sister was saying, and Rose had caught herself with the pin she'd been attempting to fix in place.
It had however, grown increasingly frustrating until finally she had finished with each of them and bid them farewell. Rose felt relief once she was out of the room, away from the constant chatter and headed for the stairs.
She had been an only child growing up, and though she had often wondered what life might be like with siblings of her own, now she could see that it could be exhausting. Descending the stairs, her mind preoccupied by the work that she would need to start the moment she returned, she was not paying attention to where she was placing her feet.
Rose felt her ankle twist painfully as she missed a step and before she could hope to catch herself, she felt herself falling. Something resembling a yelp escaped her as she fell, landing at the bottom of the stairs with a groan.
Hurried footsteps sounded from nearby and the next moment a gentleman had crouched beside her, inquiring about her wellbeing. For a moment she was too stunned to speak, whether that was due to the fall or the fact that he seemed genuinely concerned for her wellbeing was yet to be seen.
"I'm alright sir, there's isn't need to make a fuss" she insisted, finding her voice and sitting up so she did not look a complete fool. "I just twisted my ankle, my own stupid fault but it'll be fine in a minute" wincing as she straightened her leg and attempted to stand.
"It doesn't even hurt much, honest!" now if she could just figure out how to move past him without arousing suspicion that she was being untruthful. |
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Post by Rose Fletcher on Nov 6, 2022 18:28:48 GMT
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| She wanted to be happy for Edith, seeing how happy her friend seemed to be. It was nice, to hear her talk so lightly, to have someone whom she looked forward to seeing every day. But the thought of her opening up to someone, only to be hurt made it difficult.
Just because she had been hurt once did not mean the same would happen to Edith. But the possibility that it could happen, was enough for Rose to caution her.
"It's not you I don't trust, Edith" it was Edith who was most likely to come off worse if whatever this was didn't work out. Though she felt slightly more at ease when it was revealed that Edith had not yet started anything with that man. It did not eliminate the risk for heartbreak, but it did eliminate the risk of rejection.
Standing, she reached to take Edith's hands, offering a smile which she hoped looked sincere. "You know I only worry for you, right? But if he doesn't see you for the amazing girl, you are then he doesn't deserve you" anyone would be lucky to have someone like Edith in their lives.
She pulled away at Edith's question, the smile falling from her face. "Once, but I never told him how I felt and now it's too late" the days had been simpler when they were young, when their days were filled with laughter and boat rides, of watching the sunset and complaining about nagging mothers and their chores.
Now she watched him from afar, permitted to exist in the same space together, but never anything more.
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Post by Rose Fletcher on Nov 6, 2022 1:32:35 GMT
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| It was not that Rose was against love as a concept. It was pleasant to think about, but life rarely allowed people like them to be happy for long before something destroyed it.
The last thing that she wanted was for Edith to dive headfirst into whatever was going on between her and Beau, only to wind up with her heart broken down the line. She had experienced the heartbreak of lost love once before and it was not a feeling that she wished upon her friend.
It was not her place to talk her friend out of pursuing a relationship, and she did not want to hinder her in such a way. But she wished for her to use caution instead of rushing in.
"If you are happy, then I'm happy for you" she said at last, forcing a smile which she hoped looked genuine enough to fool Edith. "I just want you to be careful, I don't want you getting hurt" Beau would be a fool if he ever managed to break her heart, though if he did then he was not worthy of having it in the first place.
"There is nothing wrong with it. I just know how these things usually turn out" but maybe it would be different for Beau and Edith. They were both good, honest people and had the good fortune of working for the same family. If it was going to work out for anybody, then it would be them. |
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Post by Rose Fletcher on Nov 5, 2022 21:56:57 GMT
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| Rose did not know Eloise Bridgerton well, they came from two entirely different worlds. Forever separated by the circumstances that they were born into. But Rose would've given anything to shield the girl from the news she was burdening her with now.
The world was cruel, to have taken both parents from her when she was still so young. It did not bear thinking about that there were two younger children in the house that would now be forced to grow up without either parent.
"I am sorry, Miss-" she attempted to say when Eloise accused her of being mistaken in her claim. Her eyes burning with tears that she fought furiously to contain, because now was not the time to allow herself to feel. She would have time to fall apart when she returned to her room that night and was alone, she could not take the liberty of doing it now in front of a daughter who had just lost her mother.
When the tears started to flow freely down Eloise's cheeks, her face crumpling in grief, Rose reached out a hand as if to comfort. It was not hers to offer, but she could not stand to watch the girl grieving alone.
Eloise would have many questions in the days to come. But for now, they could focus on the how. "Nobody saw what happened" she did not have the answers the Eloise yearned for; she could not offer an explanation to why she had lost her mother today. "She was found out in the garden..."
Perhaps if somebody had been with her, something might've been done. But it was never productive to ponder the what ifs, it only worked to torture yourself further. |
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Post by Rose Fletcher on Nov 5, 2022 20:46:11 GMT
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She was not expecting company, nor did she intend to leave the house unless a matter of importance arose. Sitting in her room, she instead focused on mending one of her own dresses which had seen better days. Focusing on the movements of the needle, she hissed when the door flew open, causing her to prick her finger.
The first words from Edith's mouth gave her pause, unsure of how to proceed. The woman seemed quite enthusiastic about such an announcement and Rose could hardly understand why.
"My condolences" she could not help herself, she never wanted Edith to experience the suffering that came with being in love. Her friend was such a bright light in her life and had made her time in London so much more bearable.
But to be in love? There was no crueller fate.
To make matters worse, the object of Edith's affections was the mysterious visitor in the kitchen. The man she'd had tea with. She supposed there were worse men with whom to fall in love with, he was perfectly... Appropriate.
"Edith, I hardly know the man!" was she asking her opinion? It certainly felt like it, but how was she supposed to give her opinion on a man she'd only met once? "He seemed nice, friendly enough, but does my opinion really matter?" she had obviously made up her mind about how incredible Beau was, after all. |
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Post by Rose Fletcher on Oct 30, 2022 21:37:12 GMT
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| Rose had never considered taking a job as a maid, serving a noble family and performing jobs that made their already comfortable lives, easier. So, when Bellamy had first made the suggestion that she come work for his family, she had resisted. The idea was so absurd, to think she could live adjacent to his world, without ever truly being part of it.
She was achingly familiar with the practice of being forced into situations out of necessity, rather than desire. London had not been kind since her arrival in the city, and she was barely making ends meet before reconnecting with Bellamy.
It was a calculated risk, but one that had been paying off so far. Though it was still early, there was time for everything to go wrong.
Walking through into the kitchen, Rose faltered when she saw an unfamiliar man sitting at the table. A cup placed before him as if he were making himself quite at home.
"...Hello?" attempting to compose herself so that he did not realize how he'd caught her off guard, she moved to busy herself at the sink. "Are you lost? Can I help you with something?" he was not a person who looked lost, and she supposed there was a possibility that he worked for the Talbot's, she was not yet familiar with every member of staff.
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Post by Rose Fletcher on Oct 15, 2022 22:08:20 GMT
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| That night had been a mistake. She knew it the moment it had happened, regardless of her feelings, or his. It should not have happened. The consequences of such an encounter began to make themselves known some weeks later, until she felt certain her suspicions were correct.
She would pay dearly for her lapse in judgement. Because what did she truly have to offer a child? Except a life of poverty and a father who could not be a part of their lives.
Waking in the middle of the night, she found the problem may just resolve itself. A throbbing pain in the lowest part of her tummy that dug so deep it kept her from finding sleep again.
Rose left the confines of her bedroom to venture towards the kitchen in hopes of retrieving a glass of water, as if that might help her find sleep. Her fingers trembled as she poured herself a glass and raised it to her lips.
Her free hand gripped the counter, curling fingers into the smooth surface as a sharp knife-like pain stirred, dragging a whimper from her throat. Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes, and as they fell, she did not know why she was crying, because surely this was for the best.
The sound of footsteps behind her caused her to turn and she wiped at those stubborn tears when she saw the Duke standing there, a mask of horror on his face. Then she saw that he was in fact not staring at her, his gaze fixed lower.
Looking down, she sucked in a breath upon seeing the expanse of red colouring the front of her white nightdress. "My Lord, I-I'm sorry" her words came between wretched sobs, raising her hand to grab his arm before he could touch her. "You needn't call a doctor; I will be alright" the last thing she desired was for the entire house to awake and learn of her situation.
"Please, I need nothing from you" she hated for him to see her like this, for anyone to see her. "Please, return to your room and make as if you never saw me tonight"
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Post by Rose Fletcher on Oct 15, 2022 19:59:16 GMT
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| When she'd made the decision to leave the only home she'd ever known, she'd done so knowing that she'd have to take very little with her. All of her worldly possessions could fit in a single bag.
Returning home to find someone rifling through every material possession she owned, it was like a slap to the face. The perpetrator was unbelievable as the act itself and Rose found it difficult not to bristle, even when an explanation was given.
"Please, do not stop on my account" she couldn't keep her voice from trembling when she spoke. "Whatever it is you're really looking for, you will not find it here" she didn't take Eloise Bridgerton for a thief, at least not a good one if she was searching for anything of value here.
"Do the rules not apply if you are a Bridgerton? Or do you simply not care for the privacy of others?" never had she met anyone with so much entitlement that they felt it was their right to go through her personal things. Never would she make the mistake to trust blindly again. |
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Post by Rose Fletcher on Oct 13, 2022 21:50:46 GMT
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Unwelcome memories plagued her mind, of the time when she was the one dealing with the profound loss of her own mother. It hadn't been quite as sudden, but it was still a shock that nothing could prepare her for.
Approaching the door, she knocked and the moment the door opened, her attempt to keep her expression unreadable almost crumpled.
"Miss Eloise..." she dipped her head, unable to bring herself to look her in the face. It was an act of cowardice, to keep her gaze trained firmly on the floor, but how else could she bear to break such news.
"Forgive me, but..." taking a steadying breath, she lifted her head. This was the kind of news that changed a person and left a wound that nothing could heal.
"I thought someone should tell you that your mother has died" she forced the words from her mouth, not giving herself the chance to change her mind, to pass the role of informant off to another. "I am so sorry" words of condolence that would mean nothing, heal nothing, and would no doubt be repeated countless times in the days to come. |
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Post by Rose Fletcher on Oct 13, 2022 21:18:57 GMT
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I apologize for her! | Some people wore their emotions so clearly, displayed for the entire world to see. Not Rose, she preferred to keep that part of herself guarded, locked safely behind the walls she'd built up around herself, meant to shield and protect.
Of course, she did not have the privilege of feeling those feelings. Maybe if she had lived a life so grand, that she had never experienced true hardship. Where the only difficulty she faced was in deciding which dress to wear on any given day.
Then, maybe she would be more inclined to shed her tears in the street.
The last thing she'd anticipated today was encountering Eloise Bridgerton in a part of town that the noble folk rarely ventured. Especially the young ladies of the ton, and without a chaperone.
Ordinarily, Rose would've moved swiftly along. She had no business with the Bridgerton's and cared little for them, but something gave her pause. The blotchy skin and shine of unshed tears in eyes that were a little too red to pass as normal. The mask had slipped, the young lady looked to be human after all.
"Apologies, Miss" stepping forward, yet keeping a respectful distance between them. "I think it's obvious there's nothing in your eye, why are you crying?" what did a Bridgerton have to cry about? Maybe she was about to find out.
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Post by Rose Fletcher on Oct 12, 2022 22:39:02 GMT
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| "Ah, and there's your first mistake sir!" she lightly tapped his arm with a palm, as if to reprimand him for his actions. "Forewarning me of your plans to frighten me again, a wicked friend you are!" now she would be prepared for any such attack.
Though it seemed that he had in fact, come to rescue her. Pondering his question, she couldn't find strength to hold back her smile, wondering what plans he withheld.
"What plans?" she pried, asking despite knowing it unlikely he'd give up the answer. The expression on his face told her that she wouldn't want to miss out on whatever it was, would he go without her even if she denied him?
Well, he wouldn't have to.
"Let's go, before my mother arrives and makes both of us stay!" taking his hand, she led him from the house, looking up the road as if expecting to see her mother arriving home from work.
"Are you going to tell me where we're going? Or would you rather I try to guess?" |
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