What a Goddess

- Tristan -

What an earth is going on?

I had taken a stroll around the garden to clear my mind.

We have never been a quiet family, there’s always been issues. I’ve often teased Father that he started it when he courted Mother, and the drama has just continued from there. But, even for us, this was unusual.

Silas is behaving so coldly that I thought he’d freeze over during dinner last night. Mother seems deeply concerned, but Father, frankly looked angry with him. I do hope he’s alright.

Elodie is enjoying the turmoil as per usual, but Miss Felton is distracting her enough to keep her out of trouble.

Miss Felton.

I thought I’d been welcoming, but she has been doing everything in her power to avoid speaking to me. I was hoping to get to know her.

I looked up at her window and could see a flash of blonde hair in her sitting room. Now is as good a time as any.

I rushed into the house and made my way for the stairs

“Mrs Crook! Two for tea in Miss Felton’s room please.”

She look at me startled as I rushed past her.

“Oh… I- yes sir, right away.”

Ok Tristan, best foot forward.

I straightened my clothes and briskly knocked on the door. A small woman answered.

“Master Tristan, how may I help you.”

I widened my smile.

“Ah yes, hello. Is your Mistress free? I have called for tea, I thought we could get better acquainted.”

Initially she looked shocked at the suggestion, but then a wicked grin took over her face. She looked over her shoulder before leaning in and quietly responding to me.

“Yes my Lord, please, follow me.”

She led me into the room, passed the seating and gestured at the window.

What a goddess.

Miss Felton was sitting next to the window painting. The sun was making her pale skin and golden hair glow. Her large breasts were heaving gently over her corset as she leaned forward and dragged her paintbrush across the canvas. Her hands were stained with green and pink paint that she was effortlessly wiping on her apron.

Heat rang through my body and I tingled all over. I hadn’t noticed just how beautiful she was.

“Miss Felton?”

She gasped, dropping her brush, and watching it stain her dress and shoe before it hit the floor.

“Fuck!”

Realising what she said, she quickly looked up at me. I didn’t say anything. I just stood there with an eyebrow arched, silently telling her that I heard her.

“Sir-I ….what are you doing in here?”

I hadn’t expected her to be so direct.

“Is that what you call a greeting?” I chuckled.

“No.” She pouted. “But I wasn’t expecting you to barge in, and startle me. Look at my clothes, this will never come out.”

I averted my eyes as she leaned forward to inspect the damage, causing her breasts to bulge under her chin.

“I didn’t barge in Miss Felton. I was invited in by your Lady’s maid.”

She shot a look at her maid. “Is that so?”

I glanced at Aria as well. She suddenly found the fireplace very interesting, and refused to look at anything else. Certainly not at Miss Felton and I.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I let Mrs Crook in and gestured towards the seating area so she could set up the tea.

“I thought we could get to know each other.”

“Why?”

I loved her frankness.

“Why not?”

I sat down and invited her over.

She stood and removed her apron. She approached me carefully but refused to sit down.

“You are in my rooms Sir, people will talk.”

I slapped my thighs and stood.

“You’re quite right Miss Felton. Come, let’s go for a walk in the gardens.”

I reached out and took her hand, leading her out into the hallway. She gasped, but didn’t protest.

“Oh, and call me Tristan.”

There was a long pause from her as we moved down the stairs and through the house. Then a soft voice came from behind me.

“Call me Josephine.”

I didn’t react, but I could not stop the smile forming on my face.

Josephine. What a beautiful name for a goddess.