woeful letter. why now?!

The content before her was written boldly and clearly.

Dear Lady Lucinda,

I'm very much aware, I haven't made an effort at communicating with you these past few years. Well i would keep this letter brief and to the point. I am requesting the return of my son to the vermillion household. Thank you for taking care of him all this while, but your services is no longer needed. My dear wife; your sister is also excited about the new arrival of my child and she is more than willing to be his mother. She personally asked for him to be here with us, believing he is not safe and in stable conditions in your estate. I have personally heard the rumors of what transpired in your household last night and it is with great urgency I write this. I as his father will not condone him witnessing such Shenanigans of your poor attempts at securing him a complete happy family. We will take over from here. So we demand you send him over in the coming days. Do not attempt to defy me, for it will prove futile for i have the complete rights of what happens with the child. Please proceed with haste and caution as you thread forward".

Her fingers in the paper were shaking as pure rage burned through her.

Time and time again. They have tested her patience. After all these numerous years of silence from his end, he comes and suddenly demand the return of her child? Hers?

She threw back her head as manic laughter erupted from her. Her eyes looked wild as she stared at the paper before her.

"Unbelievable." Lucinda voice was filled with absolute disbelief.

"Really?" Her voice suddenly lowered to a near whisper, her face turned dark and the room turned chilly. Connor, a strong knight instantly felt cold sweat runned down his back. He wondered what was written in that letter to make his lady react like this.

Lady Lucinda has had reactions ranging from boredom to disgust when getting their letters before but never this much... rage. Silent cold rage that scared even him. He hadn't seen her like this in a long time. And it was a good thing, because when she gets like this, it meant hell was about to freeze over. And the consequence would be hotter than fire itself.

Connor watched for long moments as his lady sat quietly in eerie silence seething . Her fingers clutching tightly into the ends of the paper crumbling the edges.

The facts she hasn't said anything was worrying him. All she did was sit in silence, only her heavy breathing and the waves of anger emitting from her was an indication that something was terribly wrong. But yet he wasn't done with his message. But should he go ahead and risk his head. It was now or never.

He cleared his throat "My Lady," his gaze flickered to hers then to the envelope in his hands.

"You have another message," he hesitated to continue on, hoping he wasn't gambling with his life. "Its a request of invitation".

Her trembling body stilled for a moment and she took a deep breath, exhaling sharply "who's it from?"

"Apparently there is no name on the sender. And the poor man that delivered the letter was so shaken up so i couldn't get a name. But," Connor paused " he did say i should tell you that the sender said you are aware of his coming, and he properly told you at the ball he would see you again.

He was uncertain as he continued "he also added that your refusal to meet him, will not seize his advances but-"

"Accept it" came her clip reply. Her words had a dangerous edge to it.

"Pardon my lady but you do not-"

"Do not defy my words Connor" Her tone was grave and left no room for argument.

Although baffled and worried about her unusually decision, he bowed his head in understanding and acceptance. Whatever was in that letter had made his lady do something she normally wouldn't. He only hoped she was thinking rationally. And this course of action wouldn't be a huge mistake in her part.

•••

"My Lady" The maid entered the room, then walked towards the window. A woman sat on the sill, her long night dress highlighting her curves as she stared out at the mansion ground before her. Her fingers were drumming repeatedly on the window sill as she waited for the girl to speak .

"News in My Lady. I was informed that lady Lucinda held a ball a few hours ago".

Her drumming slowed to a stop. "Reason?"

" it was to find a partner my lady".

The woman snorted "I need not worry about that, there is no man in his right mind that would want to form a relationship with Lucinda, much less marry her." She had a smug smirk .

The maid eyes wondered about in fear. This next words might just put her in trouble.

"I-I'm afraid that's not the case my lady. The informant said there was a party interested in her. And according to what transpired at the ball he seemed to have an eye on her". The maid didn't have enough time to dodge the object that cane whizzing past her. It grazed her cheek drawing blood, and she almost trembled in her shoes.

"What?!" The rage full voice of her lady thundered in the maid's ear.

"Who is he!?"

"We're not sure milady. He seems to be a foreigner and no one could recognize him.

"No worries. He must have been a no name noble". She tried to convince her self in hysteria.

The maid was almost in tears as she had to break the bad news.

"Not confirmed. Judging by him and his companion. I'm afraid he's well off.

A vase came crashing next to the maid feet and she trembled as the shards dig into her. "No! It can't be. Never. Not while I'm alive. That bitch won't ever be happy". Her words were so vile. A huge contrast to her usual docile innocent exterior.

"Where is my husband!" Her deranged wild eyes meet the maid's. The maid almost squeaked seeing her lady pretty features distorted in distasteful rage and jealousy.

"My Lord just arrived from the meeting. He must be in his study room right about now".

"Perfect" She came down from the window sill and stride towards the study in haste.

She had just the thing to bring chaos to Lady Lucinda. It seems she has been dormant too much.She is always in control. She must always be in control. Lucinda should only know hell