Thread: Southern Girl [ Ariamella & Reydan ]

RE Southern Girl Ariamella Reydan Odd, Camilla commented after her husband's departure, Virgil often loves guests at the house. I think he likes the company, as many of you Southerners do. In fact, he's Virginian, like yourself, though his moral compass prompted him to move up north. He must be feeling under the weather to not receive a guest as he usually does. Please excuse his sudden leave. Lucy smiled and sipped her tea, eyes fixed on the door Virgil had just exited. She suspected he'd be feeling under the weather for quite some time as long as she was around. The accent made that much obvious. Tell me, has marriage been treating you well? It has been too long since we last talked. I married two years ago. My first fiance perished early during the war, and though I was still grieving him, Virgil had offered friendship and then later, his hand. We are yet to expect a child, but I pray daily for it, and the good Lord will provide. And yourself? I understand the loss of a loved one during the war... I grieved both my father and fiance, but I trust that this new beginning for me will be for the better. But Camilla, please excuse me. The journey here was long, and I must retire to my room if that's alright...? Of course. Hoskins, please show Lucille to her room. I have errands to attend to this morning, so if you need anything, please do ask Hoskins or Virgil, and I'm sure they will more than willing to assist you. One of the other serving girls, Caroline, has seen that your belongings were properly put away. Lucy nodded and found herself being led away through the open door of the breakfast room. Her eyes paused at the closed oak doors of Virgil's office. Soon. Or would it be to visit him later? No, sooner was better. Hoskins led her through the large home, up the stairs to a spacious room. A mahogany canopy bed was situated against the far wall, violet silk sheets and feather pillows atop the mattress. A small table, dresser, wardrobe, and writing desk made of the same dark wood completed the furniture. The decor was simple but tasteful enough, and off to the side was another room that was most likely the washroom and boudoir. In the corner, stacked neatly as possible, was her empty luggage carriers. The young woman spent some time rearranging her dresses just the way she liked them, and when she looked back at the clock, thirty minutes had gone by. Camilla was sure to be gone. Lucy made the trip downstairs, stopping before the doors of the office and taking a deep breath. Should she knock? She knocked anyway as it was polite, then turned the knob. Her body paused as she silently debated on whether to close the door. It was highly inappropriate for her, a respectable young woman, to be alone with a married man behind closed doors. But in the end she softly clicked it shut, deciding that it was better not to have Hoskins, Milly, Caroline, and any others possibly hear the nature of the conversation that was about to take place. Virgil was seated at his desk, doing whatever work that he was a part of now, and she took the time to get a good look at him. All she could feel was the odd mix of emotions as she had before, but only one was safe enough to bubble to the surface anger. Her thoughts sifted through the various memories she had of him she was six, playing and running through the fields with the rest of his siblings... she was 13, complaining to her mother that Virgil hadn't come around to say hello anymore... she was 18, all primped up for her debutante ball, and Virgil had been there as her first dance of the night. They basically grew up together, and then he had left her. It was an impossible task to think of something proper to say, but she steeled her nerves and opened her mouth. Virgil, Lucy said aloud, interrupting his flow of writing. Virgil, that wasn't very kind of you to leave your guest right when she arrived. What would your mother say? The question was one she always asked when he did something rather ungentlemanly, like kiss her in an unchaste manner. Back then the question was charged with teasing affection, but now the words rang empty and awkward as they hung in the air. You know, I had wondered on more than one occasion if you'd ever come back to visit, or if I'd ever see you again, but those worries are now put to rest as I see that you so conveniently married Camilla. Tell me, did you promise her forever as well? She couldn't help the bitterness the poisoned her tone, and she crossed her arms in front of her chest as she waited for his reply.