The white cotton clouds had turned pastel as the sun had started to drop. When Brielle was little she would stare up into the forever changing clouds and try to find shapes or animals. But this time it was different.

Lying down on a patch of grass just nearby a big willow tree there overlooks multiple valleys and the famous river of Thames.

The leaves and sand start to rake as the evening wind had picked up.Standing now back onto her feet she starts brushing out her dress when the breeze picks up. 

She can hear  the sand rushing, the  leaves dancing and the howls of the wind singing.

Putting her arms up to shield her eyes she waits for the commotion to end. An echoing  voice she knew almost too well was spinning around her in all directions.

"So every first born daughter inherits this trait my love, Which is who?" It was her Grandmothers voice. Brielle's thoughts started to race when everything sudenly becomes still around her. Slowly looking up she see's nothing but the beautiful scenery upon her.

Taking  a sharp breath in  Brielle looks up to the sky.                                                                                      "Why Am I here !?" She cries out.

She is suddenly shaken out from her stance when a little figure in a yellow dress she recognised from earlier starts running towards her. As the little girl got closer she could see the worry spread across her face.

"Is everything okay Victorianne?

" Father and uncle Henry  is back ,and Mrs Gladstone is preparing for our dinner, she was looking for you" she said in a puffed out voice. Victorianne looked around and then back at Brielle.

"What where you doing out here anyway?" Victorianne recalled in her high pitched playful voice.Victorianne  gloved her small hand in Brielle's and started to drag her to the  direction of the oversized mansion. A small smile is placed on the tip of  Brielle's lips.

" Didn't you hear about the ghost that lives at the willow?"Victorianne playfully blurts back.

"Ghosts!?" Brielle repeats while tickling Victorianne as a streak of laughter escapes her.

"How about we race back!?" said Brielle with lit up eyes. 

" but ..a Lady should never run" Victoriananne politely  demands.                                                                          Brielle quickly taps her small shoulder and runs with gust. 

"Guess I'll win then" She calls out behind her, while trying not to step on her long dress. She soon can hear the laughter and shriek of Victorianne following behind her.

BRIELLE:

The smell of roast beef ,green beans and potatoes wafted through the air. We were standing around the perfectly set dining table for over 15 minutes until Victorianne was brought in by a servant in now a pink lace and ribboned dress.

Soon followed by the over flirtacious man I met earlier.He had also changed and wore a navy suite with a black ribbon around his white collar.

After 12 more minutes my stomach started to growl and my foot started to tap while I leant slightly  back on the wall.

Inhaling sharply I look up to  only see those  unwelcoming but luring storm grey eyes.His prided steps to the table showed no mercy or respect for those around him.

Dressing in a white collared tunic , a  tailored detailed brown vest and black pants.

His damp hair had been combed back.Maybe this is going to be a lot harder than I thought,maybe I should have just left when I had the chance!.

I gulp back while looking over to Mary.

A swift click of his fingers makes all the Synchronised servants start to serve the food around the table. A chiming tapping sound soon interrupts me.

Yes that bastard is now tapping his glass with his knife for it to be filled with wine.He suddenly shoots a glare my way when I suddenly given the Sherry Bottle and a slight push into his direction.

Looking down at my long dress, I silently pray to not fully stack it. Walking towards him, I'm skin pricked with goosebumps. A slight slice  of blood trickles down my finger when I notice the bottle of red is suddenly  splattered across the table and shattered.

Slowly looking up I see the sherry dripping from his nose and chin .

" I-Im so so sorry M-Master Dalton!" Quickly Grabbing  his napkin, I attempt to wipe his face when his hand quickly grabs my limp wrist still holding the napkin.

His eyes turn cold once again.I have truly  fucked this up,my one chance to survive this crazy hell and now i'll be fired before the day is even through.

He snatched the napkin from my hand and wipes his face and clothes down. Without a second thought I hobble down to the floor in attempt to collect the broken pieces. 

The Red wine seeping through my layered dress , I hear the scraped chair on the hard wooden floor. His foot steps now ring closer. 

"Get up! before you hurt yourself " he roughly demands.

"It-its fine" I blurt while carefully trying to pick up another piece. I'm soon softly dragged up by my upper arm only to see a withering Mary.

Lord Dalton with his gritted teeth  and angry eyes ,takes another step closer.

"My 5 years young daughter, knows not to pick up broken glass but most of all she knows to obey my command.When I tell you to do something Miss Jackson, I expect you to  submit, Do I make me self clear!?" he growled.

"Crystal, I Seethe out in a low Breath.Looking him now did in the eye he swiftly moves his attention onto his young daughter then to his quiet gloating brother. 

He swiftly turns around and walks through the double wooden exit.

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