All Chapters of A Rose’s Thorn: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Looking back, my father was a smart and wise man. At the time, I would never have admitted as much... it was unwise to not-remarry especially with so willful of a daughter. He knew what he was doing though, that old coot... and thank the blessed virgin Mary that he did! Chapter 1:I am the only child of Lord John Duncaster, Earl of Winsor; her ladyship, Mistress Rose Duncaster. My father, only Lord and Earl due to my late mother the daughter and sole survivor of an Earl. Funny, it seems that is the hereditary luck of women born of my bloodline. Sole heirs to an abundant fortune. But in the year of her majesty the queen Victoria 1851, only personal property would go to a woman and only land if she is unwed and the sole heir. Thus our argument today, i would love nothing more than to see all these powder faced whigs off my property, to avoid their fake attempts at social niceties, and their claim to be the best step-mother a girl could ask for. All efforts in a vain hope that i may s

Chapter 3:Now that her father had returned to London and she had a few weeks to go before starting at the academy with Madame Blanchard, Rose could focus on the old estate. She liked the old furniture and the smell of wax used to polish it, some of it could use reupholstering. Ok most of it. Moving from room to room she became alarmingly aware that much of this house was left to rot. Although her dad had a pest control team go through and rid them of rats and other vermin, the aftermath of the hibernation was overwhelming in some rooms. Until she came to one that was locked. Frustrated, she called for Mrs. Stuart. Issabelle made it to her much quicker than the older house keeper and offered to help. After Rose explained her frustration, Issabelle raced back to Mrs. Stuart to retrieve the key, she knew what was behind there but had never seen for herself. Opening the door, Rose was welcomed by a cloud of dust and cobwebs... thankfully no rats had chewed their way in. The room was lux

Chapter 5:Madame Gruage was more than Rose thought she admitted. She was teaching Rose about politics and war, credits and debits, balancing a bank book, and how to effectively carry a small hidden knife and use it when necessary. Rose was also learning how to be confident and carry herself as thus, how to command a room and keep that command, as well as how to freeze her face so as not to show her emotions unless she chose to. The latter part was more difficult for her. Rose practiced in front of a mirror everyday holding her facial expressions... constantly being tested by Madame Gruage, poked and prodded, even tickled on some days just to show that even if she thinks she’s got it, she can still crack. Gruage was a tyrant but made sure they took daily rides after lunch to loosen up before the next lesson. Gruage was experienced, she knew that after wrestling practice and self defense Rose would need ice baths to soothe the sore muscles before a hot bath in the evening to relax.

Chapter 7: Rose: Sean helped move all my belongings into another room and brought food up to dine with me. I think he was trying to guard me without letting me know he was… it didn’t matter to me how independent i was any longer. I was grateful for his company and realized I still needed a strong man to help me. As I sipped my tea trying to calm my nerves before bed, I couldn’t help observing Sean from under my lashes. Tonight I suffered quite a fright, but it also woke something inside of me that I didn’t know was there…. lust. Not for the drunkard that tried to take what wasn’t his, but the act itself that something so hard looking could feel soft when pressed between my folds. Luckily he never penetrated, and that is as close to feeling that sacred act as I have ever been. Thinking of the drunks cock had my line of sight drifting to Sean’s breeches wondering what his would look like, are they all the same? I would assume they are different sizes, as women’s breasts fall in varying

Chapter 9 Sean watched Rose deal with each shopkeep, owner and staff at all 6 of the 7 places on her little list. If he hadn’t already been bedazzled by her, he would have after today. Rose stood up to the short, elderly gentleman that owned the shop containing the food containers, cutlery and linens she had ordered. When he suggested that Sean should be the contact for the account instead of putting too much stress on a poor delicate flower such as her… Sean thought she’d box his ears for sure. He wasn’t disappointed! That “delicate flower” went up one side of him and down the other, ha! She had him asking whether he should sit or stand by the conclusion of the visit. He was so apologetic, she got a bunch of beeswax candles thrown on top of the order no charge. Rose was ecstatic as they left that she checked an extra stop off the list! The upholsterer was friendly, and had some items done already from yesterday. They assured Rose and Sean that it would be loaded on the carriage by