Thread: The Wolves of Scotland (Retro/Unforgiving18)

I shan't go! a shrill, feminine voice squealed. You can not make me! This was completely and thoroughly unacceptable! Adeline fumed as she stormed up the stairs. Her golden red curls were asunder, having toppled down from their elaborate design her maid had worked so hard to pin up perfectly. Her pale cheeks were flushed crimson and her lavender eyes flashed dangerously as her father stomped up the stairs after her. His hands were balled in fists of rage. You must go! It is unsuitable for a woman to cry off at this time. Why, he will be at our front door to pick you up at any moment! You made this decision without my consent! Why should I have to take the burden of your debt because you made bad choices with the West India Trade company? She turned the corner and slammed the door in his face. That was what had upset her the most. Even the indignity of having to marry a Scot was not nearly as infuriating as the fact that her father had put so much faith into the stock system it had only been introduced a few years beforehand and someone had swindled a good deal of money from it, leaving most shareholders high and dry. The only reason she was in this sordid mess was because of her father's foolishness. Adeline Bellamy, he called sternly through the door. If you do not come out of there and act as a proper bride should act, I swear to all things holy I will have one of the outdoor hands come and knock this door down! A sound of disbelief sounded in her throat an agitated noise that was a mix between a grunt and a cry. That is not how you treat a woman of gentle breeding, father! Gentle breeding indeed! I have half a mind to have you beat within an inch of your life for showing your father such disobedience. If the king had daughters, he would not suffer them to act this way. Oh! How would you know that?! All the king has are a herd of curly haired spaniels! Instead of answered he simply pounded on the door, which Adeline refused to acknowledge. Calmly she walked over to her bags and made sure everything she would need was in one. Plenty of women ran away from arranged marriages and who would blame her in this circumstance? Perhaps, she thought dreamily as she shouldered the bag, she would find a wealthy and handsome, English benefactor. The pounding stopped and she heard her father and a male servant's mumbled conversation. He is here! her father exclaimed clearly. Double damn! Before she could hear anything else she moved towards the back of her room. There was the door that lead to her maid's quarters. Millicent's door, as all maids' doors should have been, was without lock so their mistresses' could slip in anytime they needed to. Of course it locked on Adeline's side... for precaution. The young woman was not in her room, which made it easy to get to the servant's back hallway and the narrow set of stairs that lead into a small room between the kitchen and dinning area. With any luck she would be able to sneak to the door whilst her father was preoccupied with keeping the Scotsman at bay while the help attempted to break into her room to fetch her. A sly little grin crossed her lips as she imagined the look on their faces when they finally managed to break down the door and found her room completely empty. Carefully she tiptoed towards the door and slipped out of it. Just as she thought her father, with his back turned to her, was greeting the man. She did not get a good look at him her eyes instantly went to the ground to watch her footwork to make sure she was going as silently as possible.