A Lady Of Rooksgrave Manor Novels & Stories

“Keep her comfortable so long as it’s safe, but I fear we cannot delay much longer. The master has given us specific instructions if he doesn’t return.” The maid tilted her head and rushed to get her mistress water. She then climbed up the stairs and carefully placed the glass in the lady’s trembling hands. Lady Ravenwood had paled considerably since the night began. Her brown hair was plastered over her forehead, and deep shadows made her eyes sunken. It was a terrible sight, especially for those who knew how beautiful the mistress was in good health. Her dress was stained with blood, and she was sweating profusely despite the cold temperature of the room. Agatha had done everything she cou

She felt overwhelmed and very small in this huge mansion. "So this is Blackwood Manor," she muttered to no one in particular. A lady in a maid's uniform with an impassive face walked up to her and said respectfully, "Are you Leslie Harrison?" Leslie cleared her throat and responded, "Yes, I am," trying to fake a smile.

She appears modest to the openings and a simple touch of enthralling refinement like a tenacious and uncompromising woman. "Alright, you may go in now. Ma'am!" Came the hefty security man acknowledgment as the automatic gate made a few clicking sounds, signaling its entrance as it opened its wide entrance for the unforeseen guest or rather; an unflappable lady. "Thank you, sir!" Ahe nods gratefully at him as she wanders in promptly, putting up with the left bridle path of the mansion. Rose wasn't in a scramble not to glimpse the splendor of the mansion, the whole place screams of grandeur and enormous fortune!

I was truly intrigued by this new face in town. The next day I went outside to do my daily routine when I saw this lady again from yesterday who was still on for a search. She still kept on looking and asking people something. Her search went day by day and goes home when it was time for lunch. One morning Mrs. Brooksman knocked on my door. “Hello, Mrs. Brooksman! What can I do for you?” The old lady smiled at me and said, “Hello there Nick! I would actually ask a favor from you.” My eyebrows arched and politely asked, “What is it Mrs. Brooksman? Anything for a fair woman.” She lightly tapped my shoulder “Oh you are such a sweet child. Well then, there was this young lady who knocked on my d

The other pieces of furniture, the red velvet couches and chairs were left by the previous tenant. Those plants were long dead now. The five o’clock bell chimed. Outside the sound of a horse’s galloping hooves, thundered over the palace’s gravel paths. The horse came to an abrupt halt, and a rider jumped off and tapped on Edwina’s window. Sighing, Edwina turned around in her chair and opened her window. A woman, familiar to Edwina, hitched herself up and hoisted herself through the window. Duchess Lilly Lovelace was Edwina’s most eccentric friend. The first woman to inherit a title, she was a fiercely independent woman who marched to the beat of her own drum. And today that beat led her to e

She walks to the door, opens it to see a woman elegantly dressed , behind her are three ladies wearing a white shirt , muffler and black skirt on flat shoes whom she assumed are maids “ Hello , how may I help you ? ” Old Nanny asked politely “ I am Mrs Sloan Williams Brookes , Vanessa's mother ”

I heard a knock before it open, the maid came in and smiled as she sees me. "You look beautiful, Lady Roana," She compliments me with a gentle smile on her face, I just nodded and walk to where she was standing then she motioned the door letting me come out first, and then she steps forward guiding me around the mansion towards the dining area. I look around and I can see how detailed and amazing the mansion was, it looks like some King and Queen owns this mansion as the details scream royalty you can see the paintings by the famous artists and the designs of statues placed in every right corner that says power, wealth and royalty. Every person that we passed as we walk bows down in respect

Ralph stepped out first, and then she stepped out next, dragging her pitiful box behind her. She followed him inside, but somewhere deep within, she knew she didn’t belong there—and she was right. She stood out like a sore thumb in this magnificent edifice. A chubby lady quickly came to meet Ralph. “Good evening, sir,” she said, bowing slightly. She was the housekeeper at the mansion, and her eyes briefly fell on the girl who was standing behind her boss. Pity flashed through her eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as it came.

The speaker said as I went down the stairs warily. “Hello; Adam, I take it?” When I reached the bottom of the stairs, there were two women with warm coffee skin and startling blue eyes. “Come and eat, Lucy will be out for some time yet, plus we made extra for you to bring up to her.” One smiled at me while the other waived a silver dagger casually in her hand. “I’m Ada, and that’s Grace.” She rolled her eyes when she said it, Grace flashing her wolf eyes at me.

Dew clung to the roses lining the stone path, everything was calm and beautiful in an expensive way that made the estate perfect. I headed toward the garden. That was when I saw her. A lady stood near the fountain with her back to me. She was tall, pretty with long legs that seemed endless beneath a fitted black skirt. A white blouse clung to a slim waist, sleeves rolled just enough to show elegant wrists. Her dark hair fell in soft waves over one shoulder, too perfectly styled for someone doing yard work., She looked like one of Ryan's staff But it wasn’t just how she looked. It was how she stood. Like someone who knew the house…