Thread: Finding Acceptance (Skyro & darkangel76)

Vivianne Kenton walked down the dark corridor, her head looking down at her feet as she did so. She could barely make them out in the dim torchlight, but she didnt mind. Dusk was her favorite time of day. Everything and everyone were winding down, readying themselves for sleep. She found it peaceful, a time in which she could reflect and allow her mind to wander and dream. It was a time in which she could push aside all the nonsense she had no choice but to deal with because of her familial connections, her life at court. As Vivianne walked, she came upon a window. She stepped closer to it so that she could peer outside and see the happenings below. People were slowly milling about, most heading back home to their modest lives and families. Suddenly, she felt something grab at her arm. Hard. She gasped and turned around, her violet eyes wide. Lord Fielding, Vivianne spoke in a whisper. Vivianne, Lord Fielding responded. Please, my dear, call me Peter. How many times must I tell you this? Vivianne nodded. My apologies, Peter. Her body shivered as his name crossed her lips. She hated the man with all her soul and thus tried to keep herself as distant from him as she could. But it was proving to be harder and harder to do as time continued to pass. Lord Peter Fielding seemed to always show a great interest in Vivianne, something that bothered her greatly. And what was worse was that her parents, especially her father, thought it wonderful that shed captured his eye. They encouraged her to spend time with him, flirt with him, accept any and all advances he made. But Vivianne just could not do that. The man was a snake. She saw the way he slithered through court, eying and scheming. And the way he looked at her. It made her feel dirty, both inside and out. The idea of spending more time than was necessary with him made her stomach hurt. You look lovely this night, Lord Peter whispered in Viviannes ear as he pulled her close. He placed a hand on her tiny waist, his fingers splayed over the blue satin that covered her body. Vivianne felt her body begin to tremble. She feared Lord Fielding. The man was large, had connections. Her parents approved of him. Being so close to him without anyone around made her more than uncomfortable. Thank your for the compliment, Vivianne stated, trying to show no emotion in her voice whatsoever. Gently, she pulled away from his hold so that she could look out the window once more. She let out a little sigh of relief as he let her go. She then turned around and gave a small curtsey. I hope you have a good night. Im retiring for the evening. Lord Peter looked as though he were about to protest. But something held him back. Vivianne was grateful for that, finding that she didnt care what caused him to change his mind. Quickly, she walked through the corridor, making a few turns here and there until she finally came upon her room. Vivianne went over to her bed and all but collapsed on it. Her heart was racing as she thought on her encounter with Lord Peter. She sat up then and went over to her vanity and looked at herself in the looking glass. She studied her features. Her long dark hair fell in rippling waves just over her bare shoulders. The blue of the satin of her dress set off her violet-colored eyes, making them stand out. Making her look almost ethereal. She bit down on her lip just then and scowled. She didnt understand why Lord Peter was focusing his attentions on her. She didnt think of herself as a great beauty and her familys own connections, though good, were below that of Lord Peters. And that man was known for trying to find ways, loopholes in gaining power within the court. Then again, so did her parents. She suddenly wondered if theyd secretly come to some sort of arrangement. The idea of that sickened her and she instantly shrugged that off. Her father had his issues, but surely he wouldnt go so far. Vivianne went over to her teak armoire and opened it up so that she could get her nightdress. She removed her clothes carefully, putting things away as she did so. Most ladies of her lineage had ladies in waiting to help with such things. But not Vivianne. She liked her privacy and was thus granted it. The cold air made Viviannes nearly naked skin break out into goosebumps. Despite the chill, she found the caress of the cool air against her flesh to be refreshing, almost invigorating. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath before finally pulling her nightdress over her head. She then turned down the covers of her four-poster bed and snuggled deeply under the covers, a small smile on her lips. Everything was quiet and it didnt take long for Vivianne to fall asleep. She hoped the next day would be a wonderful one. Though she knew shed have to start finding out why exactly Lord Peter was taken with her. And whether or not her parents were aware of his potential schemes.