Thread: The Lady in Waiting (Lady Bloody Ava & Greeneyed23)

Rose was born the only daughter of her wealthy parents, Victoria and Charles Benedict. Wealth was what the Benedicts were renowned for. Securing a future for their daughter was as important as the riches they owned. Only one man would hold their daughter's hand and great care went into the decision as to who she would wed. A man with title and tales beneath his belt. Her dowry was nothing to scoff at. The girl was nothing shy of perfect when it came to etiquette and protocols. Rarely having stepped a toe out of line. All things were not perfect in these times. Her betrothed was off, fighting for their king and the dear woman left with a great deal of responsibility. She could not be weak and spineless in these times. Good looks did not mean open doors. No. A bit of a financial battle was waged and Rose would not go down without a fight. She was, after all, a Benedict. Even as time went on and word of her soon to be husband grew more and more faint by the day, yes, her heart slowly sank, but she could not let her guard down. Silently she disliked the family that she would be wed to. Mainly... the men. The deaths of her betroth's parents and youngest brother only made her all the more suspicious. The golden haired woman of nobility had even more reason when in the dead of night she was startled out of her bed chambers with screaming outside of her estate doors. The sight that befell those emerald eyes was appalling, to say the least. To see the fair skinned woman gasp was no surprise. The familiar faces of women reduced to their knees, pleading for help. Naked. Bleeding. Crying to the point where some were hysterical. Two of the servants walking past the threshold of the door with lanterns to see if anyone awaited. All on their guard. Get them in! Quickly!! The Lady demanded making sure that the doors were closed and secured. Get them tended to now. Clothes... medicine... She walked over to the youngest. The young woman having gotten to know the girls fairly well. Rose was almost too frightened to touch them for fear of hurting them. Thea... Thea!! The petite girl looking as though she may black out. A blackened eye that many sported. Bruising upon soft skin. Blood staining their bare flesh. Rose looked as Alice tried to speak. The four youngest daughter out of ten. Shivering... out of fright. Speaking of her brothers. Asking... screaming how could they do this?!. Before Rose could even ask the word spilled from young Eleanor's lips. Brother. To even be touched seemed to get their skin crawling. The wounds fresh and the bruising darkening even more. M' Lady... what shall we... Rose's eyes began to water and she felt her heart pounding in her throat. Her mind questioning if this truly happened. Pondering and calculating how she could even remotely give those men the punishment they so rightfully deserved. Which, in her unspoken opinion was death. Get them taken care of. Keep them together. Poor Thea had already cried herself to sleep. The extent of the injuries making Rose's skin crawl. Food, water, and clothes. Anything you can find. They stay here for the night. Should anyone else arrive you let me know first and foremost before anyone passes that threshold. Worst part of this all was that she could not simply do as she wished. It was ground into her that she had a job to upkeep and a reputation to hold. Rose could not sleep. Up she stayed until each of the girls, by some miracle managed to fall asleep. Insanity. Illness. It came to the forefront of her mind. Would their brothers claim that the girls harbored the same illness as their parents, if that were even true? Eventually Lady Benedict fell asleep in an arm chair. A servant kind enough to drape the woman in a blanket. Only to be awoken at her usual early time with great hesitance. Insisting that it was for the better and that enough food be made for the girls as she cleaned up and got dressed. A light blue flowing gracing her torso with a heart shaped bust and flowing from the hips. A gold locket nestled in the valley of her bust. She had a feeling that they would come to her. How could they not? It was only a matter of time. Until then, the girls were given clothes and their wounds tended to. Should their brothers arrive they were tucked away in the parlor in the back of the estate, away from prying eyes. Slender, nervous fingers toyed with the prized possession nestled so close to her heart as she sat in the foyer tending to papers there as opposed to her studies.