In The Land Of The Lost Princess

Gwen shielded her eyes from the intense sun that seemed to want to reduce her to ashes by placing a delicate, thin hand over them. "Kyle, I hate this dreadful weather!" While piling the logs onto the wagon, Kyle glanced over to see his sour sister. Dusting his hands from a mossy piece of log, Kyle muttered, "Complaining about the weather ain't gonna help me carry this load, sister." after their father filed for bankruptcy. The servants had to all be let go. To their great frustration. They were forced to perform the labor tasks alone. Gathering dirty logs to keep the fire going was just the beginning. At night, it wasn't even cold! Gwen gave a snort as she observed her brother packing the cart. "Who do you think is going to help you carry all that?" she asked, pointing to the barely moving cart. "The donkey stole Lydia," replied Kyle in a mocking manner as he started to push the cart. Gwen grinned at her sibling. He loved his sister so much and was such a strong, attractive young man that he was eager to carry all the logs by himself. She started to stroll alongside her brother, saying, "If you weren't such a good brother, I would have clapped you over the head." with her bare hands swinging. She feels as though she is in the skies as her brand-new lavender gown rustles in the breeze. Kyle yelled, "Gwen, what are you doing?" to snap her back to the present. "you left the rest logs on the ground." Gwen looked astonished. Look at the three little logs that are resting on the ground. She let out a loud moan and padded out to gather them. What a waste of a wonderful brother. She didn't realize the weight of the logs until Kyle had already arrived home and unloaded them. Kyle chuckled and used the backs of his palms to dab at his perspiring brow, saying, "Look who decided to show up her Royal Highness." as furious as Gwen was. threw the logs to the floor before entering. As she stumbled into the kitchen, she said, "I hate this place." She was greeted by the one devoted cook who had chosen to stay with them despite their lack of money. Gwen, who was peeking over Lydia's shoulder, chirped, "Lydia, what you cooking today?" The old woman scolded, shooing her away like a chicken, "Good lord child, you gonna get sweat in me soup if you don't step away." "Dart it, Lydia!" exclaimed Gwen. She detested being treated unfairly, especially by a servant who would say, "I'm still a lady, you know." I'm speaking to you as I wish to before you become all high and mighty because you will be, the elderly woman said, laughing, causing the wrinkles to spread across her face. "What do you mean I will be?" Gwen questioned, her eyebrows going up. Lydia watched as the girl's face became six shades of crimson before she burst through the door. The elderly woman, who was busy stirring her soup, turned to stare at her. "You're getting married lass your parents are in the living room with the man's father as we speak." While stirring her soup pot, Lydia sighed and thought, "Oh dear, I just erupted a volcano." Gwen stormed across the drawing room, yelling, "The answer is no!" When her mother arrived, she nearly spilled tea all over the place. Her father John Foxen stood to his full height and retorted, "Gwen, what is the meaning of this?" "It's been said that I should get married, but I say no," Gwen shot him a hard look. "absolutely not!" Gwen saw the tenacity in her father's eyes and realized that there wouldn't be much of a choice. "You don't have much of a choice dear daughter. It has already been done." "Father please I don't want to be married." Gwen wailed." I want to stay here with you,Kyle and mother. I know I have said I hate this place but I didn't mean it." Looking her over from head to toe, the stranger asked, "Mr. Foxen, is this your daughter?" Gwen quickly noticed that her father and mother, who hasn't said anything yet, were terrified of this man due to his quivering and tremulous tone. "Lord Donald,my apologies let me introduced you to my daughter Gwen." Admiring the girl who would become his daughter-in-law, Lord Donald looked at her. Beneath all those soiled garments, which would be burned the moment she stepped foot on his farm, she was a beauty. Her brown eyes exuded bravery and perseverance. Something that every wife of Donald needs to possess. With a smile spreading across his face, the Lord stood to his feet and shouted, "She is perfect, Sir." "No need to worry she would be well taken care of." Mr. Foxen is utterly thrilled. He had assumed the gentleman would be scared off by his tiny firecracker of a daughter. But how misguided he was!The guys confirmed the agreement they had just made by shaking hands and saying, "Thank you very much, my Lord." With an intense glare, Gwen exclaimed, "I'm not going anywhere with you!" toward Lord Donald. Lord Donald said with a serious expression, "Oh yes you are and you're leaving today with me." "Today?" inquired Mrs. Foxen. stepping up to the plate in this particular situation. Although she was devastated to learn that her little daughter was being sent off to marry a total stranger, the decision had to be made. Compared to her working in a w***e house, it was preferable. She only consented to marry her at the age of eighteen because she wished that this had never happened. With a smile, Lord Donald told Mrs. Foxen, "The sooner the better, and by traveling with me she would be safe and comfortable." As if she wasn't even in the room, Gwen watched as they went on making decisions that affected her life. How is this possible to occur? She was getting married to an unknown man. She had no idea that he might be ugly and obese and merely interested in eating. She doesn't even know how to cook, good heavens! Would he treat you badly? Imagined herself as Gwen Foxen, a former solicitor's daughter, with blue and black eyes, Gwen scowled, wondering what in the world she was thinking. She would be stupid to allow any man to strike her. She would first turn his life into a miserable nightmare before smiling. Annie Wavery immediately sprang up in bed after hearing that recognizable voice, "Sam!" It isn't possible. "Sam!" provided her with the necessary confirmation to jump out of bed. She started rousing the sleeping figure on the opposite side of the bed by draping the sheet around her nude body. "Steph! Wake up!" she said, shakin' the unyielding man with her quiet voice. "What is it, Annie?" Steph asked, sitting up straight in bed and massaging his eyes. His head ached like crazy and all he could recall from the previous night was the beautiful Annie's face watching him before he went completely blank. "My fiancé is home and you need to get out now!" "s**t!" Steph yelled as she got out of bed and began her incredibly challenging outfit. His clothes were all over the place, and all he could grab was what he could see at the time. Annie pointed to the window and whispered, "The Window is low enough for you to jump." With a wink, he continued, "Will I be seeing you around Miss Annie?" making the blonde flush profusely. As soon as the doorknob started to spin, Steph, who was halfway out the window, was suddenly shoved. He fell onto his back among the rose bushes and scowled at Annie, who muttered "sorry" and closed the window. Annie turned to look at her fiancé and asked, "Annie, what are you doing?" Jacky gave Annie one of his skewed looks and said, "It's a bit chilly in here so I just went to close the window." As he sat on the bed, he started to kick off his shoes. Something was just barely visible as he looked under the bed. "You know I always hated these things," he said, slowly bending to pick up the cravat and spin it around with his fingertips. Asshat! The Butler said, "Good morning, master Steph," placing the tray of pastries on the massive mahogany table. Steph murmured, eyes fixed on the paperwork he was going over in his father's study. "Morning." The Butler turned on his heel and made for the door, saying, "I'll be off then." Steph asked, glancing at the white-haired Butler who had been serving his family for years, "Do you know where my father might be Archie?" The Butler said, "He went to the small village of Adamsty. Due to return any moment now." and vanished behind the door. Steph strained his shoulders. Perhaps he carried out his usual business. His father was not the type of man to wait about for things to happen. He did something, and Steph is so grateful to have a father like him. After learning of his rakish behavior, he never once put pressure on him to get married in an attempt to make things right. His father had never been an easy man to read, so it baffled him that he had taken it so lightly. You can never be sure of his next move. Steph went and poured himself some whiskey after taking a bite out of the scones. His throat burned from the whiskey like boiling water, making him cough a little. I believe I'm becoming softer. He laughed as he considered.