1913, Cambridge, United Kingdom
I was stumped and very lazy at the same time. I cannot believe that I had to spend most of my time inside this very stuffy freaking college. I mean, at least I have Prince Benedict, Franklin and Finn here but these other people are just the worst.
I always seem to have eyes that look at me differently because I am a woman. Well, I can not blame them that much because the only classmates or boardmates they have met are always men and this is probably the first time that they saw a woman. But at least they could have given me some respect and some dignity. I am still one of the biggest business women in the world and specifically in europe. They should probably have thought twice before showing me the disrespect. I tried telling this to Franklin, Finn and Prince Benedict a long time ago but they said even though they try to talk sense to them using their mouths or their fists it wil
1913, Cambridge, United Kingdom“I am sorry, who are you again?” I was confused as I looked closely at the man standing next to Prince Capsian.What he said sounded incredibly preposterous that I could not even comprehend clearly what is currently happening right now.“Is it just or did I misheard you say “Revington”?” I asked as the man chuckled and shaked his head.“No, madam Clara. You got it right. I am Richard Revington,” The man said as he removes his leather brown gloves and looked at me steadilyin the eyes.“Then why are you here? What is happe
1910, Dawson City, Canada Usually if you ask a person what they wish to be in life the most prominent answer you will receive is that they want to be rich. They want to be famous and to be an important person in the world. Make history and leave a mark into their lives. Trust me, it is not all butterflies and rainbows. Take it from a rich person herself. My name is Clara Revington. I came from a family of elites. My life has been built from money bills, shining jewelries and numerous responsibilities. If you think about it, you might think I live a perfect life because of the immense riches my family provides me. But, no. Rich people have their flaws too. They might not be
1913, England, Great Britain Years passed ever since that incident occurred and until to this day, I regret everything my 15-year-old self did. I pushed myself way too hard causing a big disaster for my family. A night after it happened, my parents went home quickly and rushed to the Vaughn estate when they heard that I was sick. They did not need to guess what kind of sickness I had. They quickly fetched me from the Vaughn family and broke ties with them as well to ensure my safety. That was the last time I ever saw Gavin. When we got home to our house, nobody spoke a word to each other. The day went on like any other days that happened in our lives and I can not help but to get angry. I expected them to tell me off or scold me but they did nothing. It just shows how much they do not care about me. &
1913, Revington Manor, London, England The image of that certain dandelion still haunts me to this very day. It has been four days ever since that night happened. My mind has been occupied by Gavin for the rest of week and every time his face appears on my mind, my heart can not control itself. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself as I returned to the pile of contracts and papers I had to sign. I have far more important tasks to finish today and I can not be bothered by a person whom I no longer have any contact with. I shook these thoughts away as I started signing away the pile of papers on my desk when I heard a distant knock from the door. A young maid curtsies to me and approaches my desk. “Miss Clara, you have a guest waiting for you downstairs.”
1913, Revington Estate, London, England I was still wrapped around in Gavin’s arms when I realized the danger and risk I am facing when I am close to him. I quickly pushed him away from me and scotched myself to the back, away from him and the child. Gavin looked surprised with my actions but ignored it and turned it to the child who still looked at me with fears in his eyes. “It is alright, Bingley. It is a friend of mine,” Gavin reassures the child. “A-aren’t you sure she is not a witch?!” “No, why would you say that?” he chuckles. “Pink flowers were coming out of her mouth. Lots and
1913, Buckingham Palace,England I woke up in a blurry state as my mind tried to absorb where I was. I felt a soft cushion on my back as I tried to move my body and adjust my eyes to the light but the more I tried to move, the more my body hurted. “No. You shall not move yet.” A voice spoke from somewhere. “W-who is that?” I asked, confused and scared. “It is me. Princess Scarlette. You are in Buckingham palace, Miss Clara.” I tried to open my eyes again when I heard the title “princess”. I could not stay in bed while the Princess. She is part of the royal family and that is something I must acknowledge.
1913, Buckingham Palace, England I was still very much inside the dark room with Princess Scarlette as I tried to wriggle myself out of her grasp. She quickly let go of me as the sound of my breath echoes the closed space of the room. “Princess Scarlette! What were you doing?” I was enraged. To me, somehow, it did not matter that she was a royal princess. What she did was irresponsible and an act of haste. “What was I doing? Ha!” The princess scoffs. “If it was not for me, the servants, the royals and the whole country would know about your little secret. And you have the energy to be mad at me? The one who is helping you?!”
1913, Buckingham Palace, EnglandI took another glance at Gavin who was also staring at me right now. I was happy and very giddy at this moment. Although, the feeling did not last any longer when Gavin had to turn me to another man since the dance was still going on.The dance ended with me and Prince Benedict both still in arms. We took a bow as an appreciation to each other as he led me back to Princess Scarlette‘s table.As quickly as I took my seat, my eyes roamed aroundthe ballroom to catch a glimpse of Gavin but just like the wind he quickly disappeared from my sight.In a snap of a finger, I could not see him and I felt lonely again. It may sound ridiculous