{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...
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QOTD; If you had the power to bring someone back from the dead, who would it be?
“Children of a gentle mind, Each the others pleasing ever Each the others vexing never”
• Lewis Carroll.
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Though a person could change, they stay the same in our memories...
❦︎Twelve Years Earlier❦︎
England, 28th December Of 1830.
Reuben's boot sunk in thick snow with each step leaving a print. Reuben's coat felt heavy against his small lean body, but he was still determined to visit the garden's rose bush. The young lad felt he had to hurry before his elder sister, Adelaide, became aware of his disappearance. Adelaide had been asked to keep close watch over her younger brother for a few minutes while his Mother put their baby sister, Alice, to bed, but of course, Adelaide had gotten distracted.
Little Reuben knew he shouldn't have sneaked out of the manor, but he could not help but wish to see the rosebush that he believed looked so enchanting during this time; red with a coat of white snow was just too lovely.
Reuben crouched down once he got to the rose bush and plucked out a red rose, dusting off the snow. The coldness pricked the tip of his chubby little fingers, yet Reuben attempted to ignore it. The little boy once had gloves on, but he had thrown them away because they felt scratchy against his hand. Reuben had faith in his ability to handle the cold. He believed himself to be a big boy now since he was no longer six years old; yesterday had been his seventh birthday. Reuben's fingers were beginning to numb, but he was adamant in his beliefs concerning his tolerance and ‘strength’.
Reuben wrinkled his nose and giggled whenever he felt a snowflake settle upon it. Reuben was certain he could remain here forever, at the moment at least, he wished to have remained in this spot forever. However, Reuben's escapade was short-lived when he heard a female voice scream in agony. The curly-haired boy quickly got up to see who it was. The sound led him to an iced lake a bit into the Wellington forest, where he saw a teenage girl seated on the said iced lake, a basket tilted beside her with its items rolling out. She had her hand on her left ankle as she gritted her teeth in pain, and occasionally expelledlittle whines of discomfort.
Reuben by instinct tried to help but he ended up falling on all fours onto the ice as soon as he stepped foot on it. The little boy let out a shrill cry at the force of his fall, and the feeling of the ice against his bare palms. That however did not stop him from crawling with his coat-covered forearms towards the girl, who looked petrified.
