Edward had encountered many beautiful woman of his time, but not one rare enough to capture his eye, not after the death of Victoria anyway. But for some reason he couldn't get the little spitfire  he met earlier out of his head.

Not only was she incoherently beautiful , she had a strange and ruthless innocence.There was something so familiar within her eyes,yet she failed to acknowledge who he was , an Earl.Her mannerism as confident as one of his finest soldiers, her dazzling daring eyes that could bewitch you with one look.It was like he had knew her his whole life, but he knew that couldn't be possible.

You could tell she was far from home. With an accent so strange you could almost forget the fact that she was only wearing her undergarments with a jacket  he knew he had to get her to leave before he lost all self control.Never in his life had he come across such fine materials in various colours and immediate detail, one of only royalty could obtain. The more Edward stared the more strange she was. 

She was hurt badly, I saw the blood drip down her leg and she pretended like it didn't bother her at all.But she is none of my business, she is not mine. Anger surged through me, I became who I am because of heartbreak and I'm not letting one mere Servant girl break me from one look.Maybe she is a show girl who worked at the fair as a dancer or to warm men's beds.Sudden anger surged on with just the thought.

 The rain  suddenly slowed down to a steady soft sprinkle as I start making my way to the exit. Walking along I notice my great friend James Harrison, leaning next to the door of his Carriage."What an evening Lord Dalton". said James. Pulling him into a hug , I pat him on the back, as a laugh was ruffled out between the two us. 

"You really do jest me friend". I state as cross my arms."Quite Hardly" he cackled.James and Edward leant back on the Carriage whilst lifting a silver case filled with cigars."From Spain ?" questioned Edward. "From Seville my friend, the taxes were incredibly  ridiculous."  Smoke filled the air as the two friends lit their cigars and lost track of time.

"So Edward, not one fair lady who peaked our Earl's interest tonight?".James smirked with an eyebrow raised.I release a heavy sigh. "No one worth mentioning, besides you know I'm not ready to marry again."I try conniving myself. "You do realise you are the worst fibber Ed,ever since we were children" he cackled while inhaling another puff of smoke.

"I hate it when your right, you insolent Rakefire"chokes out Edward as the two men laugh it out.

James knew there was something off with Edward but he didn't want to pester him further         "Quite right, Now why don't you come down for some whiskey at our corner spot".

" I regrettably  have some unfinished business in London, I'm seeking to employ a governess for Victorianne, while have one more maid being employed and picked up this evening". Edward states.

James walks  over to his cart and opens the door," Oh my Darling Victorianne, I hope she fares well, Safe Travels my friend". James states as he climbs into to his cart.

With a quick nod and the tip of my hat, I make my way to my carriage where my driver awaits me.Passing through the night and looking at all the street lurkers I can't help but wonder if that girl fares fine? should have I escorted her ?. With a big sigh,

"Stop with this nonsense, she was nothing but an embarrassment  to you better to leave her where she belongs".I instantly convince myself.