{NOVEL PREVIOUSLY NAMED: "PALE EYES"}
𑁍Julius Cadwell is a pauper from an impoverished village, Porlock of Somerset in England. Julius journeys to Wellington to work as a footman for the Duke of Wellington, Somerset.
♕︎Reuben Griffith is the only s...
AN;I am back!! I'd like to thank all my lovely readers for your support and patience. So here are three new chapters to hopefully compensate for my absence.
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❝Invisible corruption waits to trace his extreme ways.❞
• John Keats.
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We human beings possess the ability of being wicked than the devil himself.....
Worker's Quarter ꨄ︎.
On his way back to the quarter, Julius mind spun and spun and spun. He could not cease thinking about Lady Alice. Was she making advances at him? Egad! If life wasn't already sorrowful!!
On one hand, he was falling in love, and that with a man. On the other hand, the mans' sister seemed to have taken a liking to him. Moments like these were what made him yearn to be with his family, back in his village, head on his mother's lap as she advised and gave him comfort.
Soon as he got to the quarter, it seemed all eyes were on him, giving him rather odd stares. Was he in any trouble? Did the world really detest him so? With all the work done in the stable, as well as how he had spent his afternoon riding with Reuben; though he relished in it. Julius had very little tolerance for odd stares.
Eliza was the one who approached him, she looked of one in worry. Her big brown eyes filled with what he believed was commiseration.
“Madame Marian is in bad temper,” Eliza began in her usual soft-spoken voice.
“Does it have anything to do with me?” Julius hesitantly questioned, brows raised and pulled together in worry.
“I am afraid so.”
“Why is she upset with me? Did she disclose anything?”
“Not quite, but I know she was searching for you.”
“Where is she now?” he inquired, eyes nervously darting about.
“She is with Ferguson and Rebekah in the storage room, probably lambasting them for your stubbornness,” It was not Eliza, but Morris who spoke. He was lent against a wooden table, facial features of one in disinterest, but there was something spiteful laced in his tone, the always was.
“I did not think of you as one capable of causing much conflict, but one can never tell. After all, appearance can be deceiving,” he tsked, taut feature hunched forward.
“Thank you, Eliza,” Julius said, choosing to ignore the words Morris spoke. He did not know what the man had against him of late, but it seemed he always spoke to him with a rough edge.
Julius' palms were damped even before he turned the rickety knob to the storage room. It felt rather severe of Madame Marian to send Rebekah and Ferguson to the storage to have a word with them.
