𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒
"Love like this
won't last forever,"
A cruel father; a
long gone mother;
a pious friend who's
as humble as they
come. Lynne's life
is filled with simplicity.
Until she meets him.
The Irishman.
[Completed]
Ciao :) I have realised that I have been a complete idiot in my spellings. I have been spelling 'Ireland' as 'Irland' since that is how the saxons would have done so but then I spell Winchester as 'Winchester' instead of 'Wintaceaster' which I believe is the 'correct' spelling for it. Oopsies, I should probably fix that at some point... Also this chapter would have been up three days ago if it were not for my procrastination :) Love you all.
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Lynne
My vision tightened on one of the windows that lined the staircase of the main hall. It was tinted with stained red glass and happened to be the only of its kind. It was Mother who had sent for the glass some time before I was born - I was told. The time is quite rare when I dare to think about Mother as every time I do it brings my thoughts to a low place.
Her and Father seemed to be complete opposites; one being gentle and timid and the other being harsh and logical. Yet, somehow, their marriage was not forced but instead a choice made when they were both young. The bond was looked down by many people, but nothing stopped the two.
Eventually, after four years of marriage, Father's cruelty had managed to spread once Mother could not bear a child. He began whoring and she began cutting herself off from society, barely leaving her chambers. Father soon took on a mistress of sorts - a Danish woman of simplicity - and three months later Sinley was born.
Torn by betrayal, Mother's despondence only grew, and soon many believed she had died as she had not been seen since Sinley's birth; an act that happened to be heard by all of Leicester. However, after three long winters had passed, she found out she was with child; with me. If it were not for her books that I had found when I was very young, I would not know how tormenting those years were. She tried everything to become to nature's request; remedies, tonics. The same medicines she had taught me how to maks. She tried to do anything to make her husband happy, to make her once-lover cherish her again.
I have very few memories of her. It must have been around two years before Edwyn and I decided to join my uncle to sea that I was awakened to horrifying news. At first, all I could remember was screaming, but as I grew more mature did I realise what actually happened. In a short, condensed term, she had taken her life in the middle of the main hall, right by where the red-stained window of hers was. We were all awakened by the noise and all ran to where it came from. Father had his Danish woman of simplicity hanging on his arm, Sinley and Edwyn stood side by side, out of words, and I kneeled in shock. It was a moment I would never forget and, unfortunately, is the first memory that makes itself welcome in my head when I think of Leicester and Mother.
Edwyn tapped me on the shoulder and I faced him swiftly, not expecting the contact. He hang his hand near my forehead, waiting for my consent. I nodded for approval and he moved my fringe out of my eyesight. His hands then took their place in each other by his torso and he continued to look at me assuringly, waiting for an answer.
