All Chapters of Rebecca : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The maid climbed up the staircase while Rebecca followed her. She had her hand on the handrail as she climbed up. She heaved as she got to the landing. The corridor was wide, enough to be a venue for a small event. There were about six rooms upstairs, including the master's which belonged to Williams. The maid walked to a room and turned the handle. She held the open for Rebecca and waited for her enter first.Rebecca surveyed the room as she walked in. She was amazed by what she saw. There was a queen-sized bed, which had lemon patterned bedsheet on it; the duvet had the same pattern; the dressing table was close to the windows; there was a baby cot beside the bed; there were paintings hung on the wall-of birds in the air, the forest, a sailboat in the sea and lastly, of an old lady who wore a stiff smile-there was a chest of drawers and a wardrobe at the end of the room, directly opposite the bed.As curious as she was, Rebecca walked towards the cot. Inside the cot, there were bab

Princess Fiona was seated at the dressing table, looking at her reflection in the mirror as she brushed her hair. She could see the maid, whom had often accompanied her everywhere as she stood at the door, through the mirror. There was a knock on the door."Do come in!" Fiona said in high spirits. She had a warm smile. She knew that the Duke would be eager to see her and happily waited for him."Your Highness!" The butler said with a bow.Fiona excitedly kept her hairbrush on the table and stood on her feet."Tell me you have news about the man whom my heart beats for?" She asked eagerly."Certainly, I do. The Duke has just arrived and is waiting for you in the drawing-room. He wishes that you should be in a haste as he is very busy." The butler said plainly.Fiona smiled and left the room. She climbed down the stairs and went straight to the drawing-room. She had seen him; he had his eyes at the window as he gazed the view of the stable from there. She crept towards him and hugged

The sun had risen and was partially overshadowed by the clouds. The clouds were of two colours-grey and white-which indicated the chance of rain later that day. The winds blew less violently as it did days ago.Williams was in his room, seated on a stool and had a paintbrush in his hand. His room was wide, wider than the Duchess' as well as the rest. There was a king-sized bed, which had plain blue bedsheets; there was a bedside table which had a lamp on it; the room was really arid as it had more windows than other's and there were different paintings hung on the wall.Williams had an obsession for art when he was a child and had been blessed with a talent to visually present his ideas or thoughts through painting. A part of the room-close to the windows on the left side of room-was used an art room. His tools were properly arranged on the table and were in order. He moved the brush on the canvas in front of him and painted what he had in his mind. The painting was half done, almost

Rebecca was folding some of Catherine's clothes and put them in the wardrobe. She closed the wardrobe and let out a sigh. She walked the bed and sat down. She was dressed to leave. She picked up her shoes and put it on. She did the same to the other. She stood on her feet and picked her handbag. She walked towards to the dressing table.Rebecca kept her bag on the table and wore the gloves she had left there. She was putting on her hat-which had roses on it-when the door opened."Your grace!"Zita had entered the room with Lady Catherine in her arms. She was crying. Rebecca turned round and looked at them. "She wouldn't stop crying." Zita said as she walked towards her.Rebecca collected her daughter and smiled at her. "Sh! It's enough, Cathy." She said softly, gently swinging her in her arms."It seems like she is hungry." Zita suspected, giving her mother a hint."It hasn't been an hour since she ate." Rebecca said airily, trying to calm her daughter down. "You've forgotten the L

Fiona had gone horse riding and was returning to the castle. She got down from the horse and let the horseman lead the horse back to stable. She had got to the front door, ready to enter when she saw the carriage. It pulled over at the tree before the castle. Fiona watched keenly to see who it was and had a frown when she saw it Rebecca. She was displeased to see her and didn't conceal it. Rebecca got closer and hurried to the castle. She stopped when she saw the Princess."What a pleasant surprise!" Fiona scoffed."Where is His Majesty?" Rebecca asked eagerly."I have no idea. And if I did, I wouldn't tell you. So it's best if you return to where you had come from. That hole will befitting for you than my castle." Fiona said smugly."I didn't come for you. I just want to talk to George and I'll leave." Rebecca replied plainly."You are indeed brainless. You have no respect for your king and have boldly addressed him by his name. How dare you?" Fiona said curtly, raising her hand.