#early 1700s

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Bartolomeo Bimbi (1648-1729) "Oranges, Limes, Lemons, and Citrus lumia" (1715) Oil on canvas

[fashion-from-the-past]

1708

[costumeloverz71]

Robe a l'anglaise, 1735.

[fordarkmornings]

Louis de Boullogne (French, 1654-1733)

Two Sleeping Young Women, 1707

[solcattus]

Portrait of a Lady

By Nicolas de Largillière

[matyas-ss]

Cats by Bamboo and Chrysanthemums, Shěn Quán [Shen Ch'üan, traditional: 沈銓, simplified: 沈铨] (c.1710). Minneapolis Institute of Art.

[paletapessoal]

Flemish stomacher, early 18th century

[duskwoodgirl4life]

Trap of lies

Chapter 24

This is a collaboration with @x3kristax3 it's based in the 1700s where Jake and MC meet while in this chapter there are not trigger warnings. In other chapters there are so I ask you too read with caution ⚠️ you can check out the other chapters here

Jake's POV

I woke up early my mind drifted back to last night's events, thinking about MC and what Alan did to her. She told me to trust her I trust her with my life ever she has planned I hope Alan suffers.

Today is the day I take over the family business, Charlie's guidance I know I can do this. He told me to meet him at 9 am sharp so he can go over things with me.

Before I leave I have to take care of my wounds making sure they are cleaned and rebandaged. I have a slight bruise on my hand from where I punched Alan god it felt so good doing that.

I start to smarten myself up ready for the events of the day, I am both excited and nervous about taking over the business I feel very honored that the business has been entrusted to me. My mind drifts back to the events of last night, I should have been the one to take care of Alan. I know MC is more than capable but I don't want her hurt anymore.

I get snapped out of my thoughts when I notice it's time for me to leave, I grab my coat and trusty cane and make my way to Charlie's. I start making my way to Charlie's people walking about ready to start their day. I notice the flower stand being set up putting out all the beautiful flowers. I see MCs favorite they are almost as beautiful as she is I decide to go over and fix get them for her. I make sure to pick some up for Mary as she has been so kind to me.

Arriving at the shop I knock on the door and Charlies lets me inside I hand the flowers to Mary who smiles and gives me a big hug. She goes to put them in water leaving us to go over what needs to be done.

I never realised just how interesting the trade business can be. When you're the one running it. It's like a whole new world has been opened to me. Charlie teaches me all I need to know and says he will be with me for the next couple of weeks.

I see Charlie looking at my hand the bruise has gotten much darker than before, I can see in his eyes he wants to ask me about it but I have the feeling he knows how it got there.

Charlie's POV

Jake arrives at the shop and instantly I notice something off about him, he has a bruise on his hand. He's been fighting, he's been fighting with Alan I can't blame him for wanting to do that. I know how much he loves my daughter I think he would even kill for her.

A few nights ago I saw Jake and Alan arguing in the town, they thought no one was there but I saw and heard everything that happened. I saw how the anger roared up inside Jake he wanted to end Alan's life right then and there.

Something stopped him that night it was as if Jake saw someone in the background and pulled himself away. I could hear Alan moking Jake he made sure to let Jake know he would never get MC back.

Alan turned and walked away laughing he thought he had won some kind of victory over Jake, but in fact, he hadn't really won anything well apart from impending death brought to him at the hands of my daughter.

I need to talk to Jake about what happened, some things need to be said. He must understand that he can't keep getting in the way as hard as it will be to hear I know he will understand.

I invite Jake into the backroom where we can take in private, I ask Mary to keep an eye on things and to call me if she needs me.

Charlie: Jake, we need to talk about the other night

Jake: you saw me and alan?

Charlie: yes I did, I saw you two arguing over MC you can't keep doing this Jake you need to stay away it's for your own good

Jake: but I love her, I need her so bad

Charlie: I understand that, but staying away is what's best. You have to tell let her to choose her path

Jake: I'm sorry, I never meant to...

Charlie: Jake my boy, I do truly understand why you did what you did, please promise me you will stay away

Jake: I promise, I never meant to cause any trouble

Charlie: how did you get that bruise on your hand?

Jake: I was angry when I got home so I punched the wall

Charlie: Okay then, we will leave it at that come on there is a lot to go over.

That morning I stopped by and got the paperwork from the courthouse to give Jake full ownership, all I had to do was having him sign it which he did right away after last nights conversation before he left Jessy’s. I’m still hoping this works to keep Alan out of this business, as I never wanted to hand it over.

As we walk bac outfront the door opens and in walks my daughter and Alan. i see a bruise on her face and shes looking down. I have no idea what this man has done to her but he’s breaking her fight that we all love.

Charlies: What can I do for you Alan?

Alan: I’m here to take what is mine as I am taking care of your daughter now.

Charlies: Sorry but the business is no longer mine. Jake is the rightful owner of this trade business now. I am just helping him with all the stuff I’ve been doing all these years.

We watch Alan slam his can on the ground and he’s losing his temper. I see’s MC face and she looks scared. Mary notices as well.

Mary: MC, darling, can you come with me please?

MC: Yes mama.

MC goes to walk away and Alan grabs her hand and gives her this look. I watch my daughters face and I know nothing good is coming out of this. I just hope she’s acting this way and he really hasn’t broken her spirit.

MC POV:

I walk into the back with my mama and I see the concern on her face. She grabs a bag and some ice and puts it on my face on the bruise. I flinch at the coldness of it but I know I need it. He hit me good last night before Jake showed up and it only got worse after he woke back up from being knocked unconscious.

Mary: Hunny, do we need to pull you home?

MC: Jessy and I have a plan. Please don’t step in okay? Its bad enough already, but he hasn’t broke me yet but I need him to think so mama.

My voice is soft so he can’t hear but we hear yelling out in the front. I look at her and she looks at me and we walk out to where the men are and see Alan holding his face,

Alan: We are leaving now

MC: what happened?

Charlies: don’t think we don’t see that bruise. I know he laid a hand on you and as your father it’s my right to protect you.

MC: *sigh* please just let me be with who I choose. I choose Alan, why is it so hard for everyone to understand that?

Charlies: Because we know you darling. Even the last time you two were together you weren’t happy.

MC: happiness is not what matters to me anymore. Its about being safe and not lied to

I glare at them as check on Alan and I see Jake clench his hands. He knows the truth but he’s still angry at Alan for last night.

Jake's POV

It has been a long day filled with so many emotions, I had lied to Charlie about my hand. I couldn't tell him what happened I promised I would stay away but I find myself being pulled back. As I make my way home I think about MC I am so worried about her.

I have to keep reminding myself that she is more than capable of taking care of Alan but still I should be protecting her from the evils of this world. As I get to my front door I see a note sticking out the corner of the door. I pull it out and open up the paper I see that there are only a few words on the paper but I can't help but smile a little.

Everything is okay X

[isabelle-and-the-devil]

𝐷𝑢𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑖 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑖

[capn-izcali]

Hey Tungle, where do you get your historical fabrics? I’m kinda sick of just ordering from burnley and trowbridge lmao

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Louis de Silvestre (1675-1760) "The Formation of Man by Prometheus with the Aid of Minerva" (1702) Oil on canvas

[fashion-from-the-past]

Anna Maria Garthwaite (English, c. 1688-1763). Gown, ca. 1740s. Brocaded satin in coloured silks. London: Victoria and Albert Museum, T.264-1966. Given by Mrs Olive Furnivall.

[costumeloverz71]

Dress, 1742-1743

[atlastv]

"How 17th Century Farmers Made Cheese (History Reenactment) | Retold"

[wr1t3w1tm3]

This Book has no Title

Okay. So, I had to rewrite basically the last 2/3rds of this due to word being a be-ache but I think I like it more. I'm just going for old-timey enough dialogue (time period is like late 17-augths into the early 1720's), and a full of it female protagonist who is on the forefront of the day's scientific community. This is so gonna get rewritten which is why I'm sharing this online without much fear of AI scraping so...

Without further adue...

I hope you enjoy.

“Have you, Charlotte Rafferty, anything to declare?”

              Had she anything to declare? Of course! The dark, dank cell, chilled despite the blazing Caribbean heat?! The stench which permeated every crack and cranny of the place!?! It is madness!! She could declare how all of it was hell. Yet, this man, a minister of some faith, head of some local church, would take only one answer. An answer she is unwilling to give.

              “Nothing of import,” she retorts.

              The minister scowls and steps forward. His gray-white hair, curled at the shoulder, bounces against his shoulders. “Woman, do you not fear for your eternal life?”

              She smiles and crosses her arms, stepping up to the bars. She is disheveled, her teal dress dulled by dirt and her skin darkened by the same stuff. “Why should I fear something I do not believe in?”

              The cleric stops. For a second, he is silent. Then suddenly, he is upon her, grabbing the bars just as she had. He is seething, his hair shaking “Woman, if you do not believe in it, why do you bring yourself to mock it?”

              “For its silliness of course!” she sets her hand upon her hips. “This god you claim to know so much about is only known by things your mythos claims are his effects. Yet this god is not at all observable by any empirical means…”

              “And this proves what!?!” the reverend snaps. The bars rattle under his grasp, “Does not some invisible force hold us all upon this earth? Is this not observable only by its effects? Does that make this force any less real?!”

              “You forget that gravity has been proven through the scientific method! The effects of this god are chronicled in a book of inconsistent morals and tone that cannot…!!!”

              “Woman, listen to me!” The reverend screeches.

              For a moment, all is silent. Then, with a sudden calm, the reverend whispers “For your own good, would you not risk believing in something that would win you eternal paradise, then remain steadfast in your pride and risk being thrown into the fires of eternal torment?”

              Charolette cocks her head, slightly to the left, and rests her right thumb and index finger against her chin. Her lips purse, then flatten. Finally, she steps forward and grabs the bars. The reverend lets go, suddenly very interested in his death white knuckles.

              “The man who concocted your foolish wager was equally such. A theologian faffing about in philosopher’s robes.” The reverends face hardens as she continues, “There is nothing after this, sir. And in the condition I’m in, I think I’ll be quiet pleased to fall into that nothingness.”

              For a moment, it appears that there are tears in his eyes. For a moment, his lip trembles. For a moment, he stands perfectly still, except the glint along the corner of his eye.

              Then the moment is over, and the reverend straightens his coat. “Well then, make your peace.” He takes a step, pauses, and turns back to the cell “I will be at the gallows tomorrow should your persuasions change.”

              “I doubt it.” She calls after him. The reverend rounds the corner and the hollow sounding of his shoes against the cold, stone floor fade into silence. One of the other inmates’ chuckles at the predicament, but it is otherwise quiet. Charlotte see’s herself over to the corner, where she has created what some may call a nest in the infested hay, and lowers herself into it.

[froggyfriendsworld]

Girl Playing with a Bird on a String by Jean Raoux