I was just a small child, aged only 10, when I first seen those monstrous eyes. The date was September 8th of 1856, and queen Victoria ruled over Britain. It was the day my life had finaly began to take off...
My name is Charlie Randson son of the previous earl Graham Randson.
Today was different to all the others to day I had to find a wife, a loyal companion to calm my nervers and stand tall beside me. Although most family's who lived by the high table believed in arranged marriage, my parents wanted to give me this chose as my first proper decision.
I sat in my father's office, everything was so dark and intimidating. it was quite hard to see anything at all but this way the room made me look more powerful and more threatening. I didn't want my futcher wife to be scared of me but I wanted her to know I was the one in charge.
I sat there with there papers in my hands each one had a pitcher of the lady a description of the wealth, there hobbies, and what they were most good at. this peace of paper they had also included there family's name there name and there age.
soon after the maids began sending them in one by one. they were so boring and if they weren't boring they were way to girly for my liking had no noble family brought up a decent female specimen for my liking.
I sent away the second to last lady and my butter Arnold came in the room with a nice pot of tea and a slice of cake.
"well she left in a hurry young Lord" he said whilst poring the tea in to a small China cup.
"Oh shut up this is none of your business, now hurry up with my tea and you better have something to satisfy my sweet tooth" I backed back at him
"yes my Lord, here we have a spot of earl Gray with one cube of sugar along side of the chefs famous black forest cake" he said handing over my food.
Arnold was one of my most loyal servants. I trusted him with anything but it didn't mean I told him everything. he was tall and in his mid 20s his hair was as white as snow and his eyes were as green as the grass.
"there's one more lady left young Lord shall I send her in" he asked
"what's the pont Arnold I haven't found one I like yet what makes this one so different, she is ether after my money or my title"
"ah yes young Lord but I have high hopes for this woman " he said with a stupid little smile his face as he went behind me to open the large heavey drapes
I quickly scans her files but there was nothing there no hobbies no interest no nothing but her name
"Anne Pure" I whispers to myself
wait I know that name it's the young lady who lost her entier family and became the fires. She the female earl, working directly for the queen herself
"this can't be!" I exscalmed
suddenly the door open and in walked a young lady no older than me. she was dressed in a red gown laced with gold, her hair was a midnight black it fell over her shoulders. Hay eyes were bay blue like pools of water.
"my Lord did you call me ?" she questioned
I could barely speak her beauty was out of this world
"miss Pure please take a seat" I said forcing the words out of my mouth
"that's Lady Pure to you" the woman behined her spoke her hair was bright red matching her eyes which were like evening pools of lava
Ann quickly shot a Glare at her "how dare you speak so rudely to this man sabrina he may call me what ever he wishes do I make me self clear"
I couldn't see lady Pures face but something scared Sabrina so much she fell to the grounds begging for forgiveness
"im sorry my lady I'm sorry young lord please forgive me" she cryes
"Wait out side sabrina I have no further use for you at this time"
without a single word Sabrina up and left. As soon as she left Anna droped in a low bow.
"im sorry my lord" lady Pure said
"No harm was done please sit" i encouraged her
"there's a fue things I would like to ask you if you don't mind earl"