Ann lay down in his warm arms, marveling at how a feeling like that could exist. She felt very sleepy as she battled with her eyelids against sleep. She knew once she awakens, it would all be gone like one perfect dream, except that Ann knew it was not.Richard was the best thing that has happened to her in a while, and although she oftentimes denied the fact, Ann had long acknowledged that she loved him, and most importantly, she also knew she could not have him.Since these past few years, Ann had been very uncertain about virtually all her decisions. She was uncertain about her family, he,r past, and her future, she was uncertain about the man resting beside her, and now Ann was uncertain about how she would live the rest of her life with just this one perfect memory. Regardless there was one thing Ann was certain about and that was her uncertainty.“ I love you” she heard him whisper and she panicked. He could not l

Richard opened his fourth bottle of imported whisky and poured a generous portion in his cup, he gobbled it down ignoring the burning sensation lingering in his throat.He was feeling as bleak as he did every other day since the past week. He walked around his friends' study glancing through some books before slumping on a sofa. He instantly recognised the chair, he had taken Ann there almost a fortnight ago, and he surged quickly inspecting for any sign of blood. There was a tard bit, although it was almost invisible on the black chair, he pour in some of his drink and began brushing it off with the tail of his coat. He felt so crude for not been able to give her the decency of losing her innocence in his own home. Richard had retreated to his accommodation that night and had at once immersed himself with his work, he had spent the week giving attention to all his business ledgers that he had left hanging whilst his frequent stay at home. H

 Chapter 20Ann rose from her bed dimly reminiscing her room. She had gotten home safely two days ago and she had been warmly welcomed by everyone, surprisingly including her aunty. Her uncle had asked after her health. Her room had been prepared shortly and as usual, she shared a room with Prudence. Ann somehow felt like the prodigal son, but in a good way. She was starting to think that her leaving home was somewhat a good idea. She no longer felt worried about her unmarried status, although little had changed in her marital status since she left. Her aunty had given birth to another set of twins a boy and girl during her absence and they were as wonderful as the rest of their siblings. Ann was relishing the life of a likely spinster. “ Maryann, wake up... wake up...” Ann heard the ti

 To: Mr Liverbert                      January 1833   Dearest Anthony,    I'm writing this letter in hopes that it gets to you at the battlefield safely. I have missed your company greatly, and I imagine you are as handsome as ever on the field too.  I suppose you may be wondering how I am be doing, and I assure you I'm quite fine, and I also recently found out that I'm with child. I discover been with child is such a remarkable and exciting feeling, and although I often have morning sickness, I see it as a relic that I have our child growing in me. my family got to know of my predicament a few days ago, and since then they have had this insane belief that I must marry your brother before y