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GONE. The messenger stated he had been shot and though he put up a good fight, he was gone now. Millicent didn’t know what to do with herself, though she was still young, Life wouldn’t be the same or rather, couldn’t. She’d been carefree and outspoken, now she was quiet and reserved. She’d learned the place of a woman to speak when spoken to and only then if it required an answer. Her marriage to Edward had not been a happy one. Constant bickering, he blamed her for their lack of children and when she found him with the maid, she had threatened to leave. He drank and screamed at her telling her to leave if she wanted to. She hated how he chose to treat her, during their courtship and engagement he’d been sweet and caring, always coming back for just one more kiss before finally parting ways. His death freed her but also saddened her it was odd.
The drive wasn’t long only from one town to the next and out into the countryside. Her youthful face peered out from under her wide brimmed bonnet. Bright green eyes moved over the hillside as they travelled over the terrain, this was home. She sighed it had been two years since she had been here yet everything looked the same. The lights in the foyer were lit as they were expecting her. Millie knew they knew little of what went on and she planned on only telling he was shot and killed and nothing more. Pale fingers moved up her head smoothing the dark locks into place and repining in spots. The hat that sat at a jaunty little angle was once more placed high upon her head as the carriage came to a stop. Taking the drivers hand slim gloved fingers wound around his as she moved to the ground and toward the front entrance. Timothy, and a servant she didn’t know, removed her belongings from the carriage. Martha, the longtime maid, threw open the door and smiled down at her.
Turning her head to the side she saw another familiar roof, she wondered about him and smiled. Her mother’s voice reached her ears and broke the spell.
“Welcome home dear,” Her mother’s sad face came into focus a moment before she felt arms squeeze around her. “You are still young enough to bear children… at least.” Her mother said softly. Millie remained silent. “Go wash up and dress for dinner, your father is waiting.” She only nodded slowly in response looking back to the other house.
The drive wasn’t long only from one town to the next and out into the countryside. Her youthful face peered out from under her wide brimmed bonnet. Bright green eyes moved over the hillside as they travelled over the terrain, this was home. She sighed it had been two years since she had been here yet everything looked the same. The lights in the foyer were lit as they were expecting her. Millie knew they knew little of what went on and she planned on only telling he was shot and killed and nothing more. Pale fingers moved up her head smoothing the dark locks into place and repining in spots. The hat that sat at a jaunty little angle was once more placed high upon her head as the carriage came to a stop. Taking the drivers hand slim gloved fingers wound around his as she moved to the ground and toward the front entrance. Timothy, and a servant she didn’t know, removed her belongings from the carriage. Martha, the longtime maid, threw open the door and smiled down at her.
Turning her head to the side she saw another familiar roof, she wondered about him and smiled. Her mother’s voice reached her ears and broke the spell.
“Welcome home dear,” Her mother’s sad face came into focus a moment before she felt arms squeeze around her. “You are still young enough to bear children… at least.” Her mother said softly. Millie remained silent. “Go wash up and dress for dinner, your father is waiting.” She only nodded slowly in response looking back to the other house.