#ernest x charity

[lovealexhunt]

[2023 Masterlist] 2024: ☆January-March☆April-June☆

Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer  [HollywoodU]  [Red Carpet Diaries]

My Favorite Place + Art: A quick dialogue with Thomas x Alex

Happy New Year + Art 🎨: Alex and Thomas spend New Year's Eve at a Charity gala.

Cafe Wishes and Scone Kisses [Alex x Addison]: Alex and Addison have a coffee date. [HWU]

Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley [Open Heart]

Couples Skate: Olivia takes Bryce ice skating.

#PlantLove: Olivia celebrates National Houseplant Appreciation Day.

Conversation Heart Letter: Bryce uses conversation hearts to write a Valentine's letter for Olivia

A Dinomite Find: Bryce discovers dinosaur chicken nugget pillows and they are a must! [📱]

Women in Science Interview + Edit: Olivia, Merida, and Casey are interviewed for an article celebrating Women in Science and Medicine.

Mal Volari x Daenarya [Blades 1] [Blades 2] [Orphanage]

Adventures with Threep: Three vignettes of Threep's life with Rayden, Mal, and Daenarya. [Pregnant Threep]

Lost & Found + Art 🎨 : Art for and snippet from The Quest for Daenarya

Pillow Talk Under the Sun: Daenarya and Mal enjoy a warm afternoon in the backyard of the orphanage.

Trystan Thorne x Lilah Rose [Crimes of Passion]

Hidden Romance: Lilah makes an interesting discovery at Trystan's apartment.

Beckett Harrington x Emma Carlyle [The Elementalists]

Yoga & Pancakes: Emma, Shreya, and Atlas run into Beckett at breakfast and Emma discovers a new Attuned food.

Tuneless Wonder + Art 🎨 : Emma shows Beckett that the tuneless world has magic of its own.

Nyx Selenastra x Aerin Valleros [Blades 2]

Crossroads: Aerin follows a unicorn through the woods, only for it to lead him to a mysterious elf.

Writing Gifts

Love in the Afternoon [Tobias x Casey for jerzwriter]: Tobias and Casey enjoy an afternoon dance.

Whimsical Walks and Poetic Talks [Ernest x Tulsi for oh-so-youre-a-nerd] : Ernest and Tulsi take a late afternoon walk around Ledford Park.

In the Arms of Night [Mal x Autumn for ThoseHallowedHalls]

Funko Pop

Bryce x Olivia

Blades of Light & Shadow

Valax (Book 2)

Imtura Tal Kaelen (Book 2)

Nia Ellarious—WIP (Book 2)

Maiele Nightbloom (elf MC) for lilyoffandoms

Daenarya of Riverbend (human MC)

Marya Moonglory (elf MC) for gaiuskamilah

The Elementalists

Helios (Arylu - The Elementalists) [featured]

Laws of Attraction

Wind (LOA MC) for oh-so-youre-a-nerd

Open Heart

Bryce x Olivia Easter Sketch

Bryce x Olivia Umbrella in the Rain Sketch

☆ Thomas x Alex Kiss with Bogart by ArtbyAinna

☆ Thomas x Alex Chibi: My Favorite Place by majoma_art (insta)

☆ Thomas and Alex holding a heart by liiyaan

☆ Hollywood Glamour Hunt by oh-so-youre-a-nerd

☆ Happy Birthday (me) and Alex by WeetleBeetle

☆ Thomas and Alex Cheeb Art by WeetleBeetle

☆ Thomas and Alex New Years Dance by ArtbyAinna

☆ Post Christmas Bliss: Thomas x Alex by wisejazz

☆ The Best Crew (blades chibi heads) by artoile

☆ Mal x Daenarya: All the Kisses by cammarada

☆ Lost & Found: Blades 2 Reunion by cashweasel

☆ Mal Christmas/Birthday Postcard by artoile

☆ Bryce x Olivia Kiss - Cherry Blossoms by irdeinfierno

☆ Olivia, Merida, and Casey: Women in STEM Day by ArtbyAinna

☆ Beckett x Emma Northern Lights by ArtbyAinna

☆ Nyx and Luna Rose by lilyoffandoms

Moodboards

☆ Bryce + the color blue

☆ Olivia + the color yellow

Edits

☆ Nyx edit

☆ Altas Ernhardt in Blue Edits

☆ Olivia, Merida, and Casey magazine edit

☆ Mal Mermaid Edit

Other Things

☆ Nyx + Nyssa friendship

☆ Hunt family birthday update

☆ Bryce + Keiki lunch note HC

☆ Nyx's skin color HC

☆ All my MC, OC, and LI birthdays

Asks

☆Nyssa x Daenarya Ask (18+)

☆ What flowers symbolize Nyx? What flowers is their favorite?

☆ Some HC about Nyx

☆ Nyx + Demiro

☆ Bryce x Olivia Blanket Fort HC

Gifts

☆ Alex Sketch

☆ Mal x Daenarya drabble and art

☆ Maiele x Daenarya neck kissing art

☆ Olivia x Blades Moodboard

☆ Thomas x Alex Coffee Shop Edit

☆ Mal Picrew Gift

☆ Nyx Aesthetic

☆ Trystan x Lilah drabble

[funkymbtifiction]

Hey Charity I hope your well, I have a couple questions I hope you don't mind answering:

1) Is our attitude to adapting to a different culture (whether geographically speaking or a new job environment or group) dictated by type? Like I have this strong belief that "When in Rome do as Romans do", both because it's just the smart thing to do practically (this is how things work around here and I wanna do well), but also because if I decided to join something then it's arrogant to expect what's/who's already there to change for me. But I know many people disagree and I got into heated debates over it, so I'm curious why that is;

It can indicate the presence of Fe somewhere in the stack, since Fe's adapt readily to their environment and alter their behavior to suit it, both to get along and put others at ease; it is relatively effortless for them to do this.

As for those who argue against it -- there are a variety of reasons why people would feel this way, ranging from legitimate to narcissistic ones (why should I change; they need to cater to me, because I am important!). Sometimes people go to foreign countries and are shocked that the culture is so different -- and instead of admitting they didn't research the region and find out what's considered polite in that culture, "they should be more like me/us!"

2) Is it consistent with low Ni to have a specific end in mind (or way you believe things will pan out), but have difficulty in committing to a necessary regime to make it happen? Like "I wanna be x in the future!" but on a daily basis the person seems content in just enjoying life as if they have all the time int he world? Also taking it in stride when things don't end like you predicted they would? I think I have Ni because I strongly relate to some aspects of it (going by probability vs possibility like Ne does), but I don't think it's high since I have a fear of commitment and struggle with disciplining myself;

Yes, that is common for SP types. They know what they want for their future but it seems like a long way off and so I can enjoy today! Nor are they particularly invested in the outcome, since there's always another opportunity in front of them to take advantage of.

3) Could it be that having a tough-love give it to you straight 'cuz I don't believe in sugarcoating approach but at the same time, care a lot about people not mistreating each other or being unfair or ruining the moment for others a sign of lower Fe?

Yeah, this would fit an ESTP type.

I'm asking these because it's been suggested to me by a couple people I know who are into typology that I should consider ESTP for my type, but I really don't relate to most of what I've seen online about the type so far. Like I'm no no snake oil seller who likes to exploit people or an unti-intellectualism jock who's proud to be an asshole, so I wanna clarify my ideas about the functions and go by that.

Being an ESTP means you are a hands-on learner who reacts fast and lives in the present, who is highly opportunistic and objective, and who can connect to people on an emotional level to some extent, but who struggles to commit themselves to a singular goal or vision. For every snake oil salesman, there is a Teddy Roosevelt.

Here's my take on them:

[a-edgar-allan-hoe]

The Red Witch

Jasper Hale x Reader Part 5

A/N: Part 5 is here my lovelies! Bon apetit! Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. 💕

Summary: Imagine being an immortal witch from the Middle Ages and being the previous love of Jasper before he was turned. You two were separated under certain circumstances and cross each other’s path once again, years later in the present era.

Warnings: Language

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

It was the year 1862. You were sitting in the private carriage of the train that early morning, on the route to Houston. This was your first time in America and you couldn’t help the excitement in you as stared out the window at the vast lands before you. Unbeknownst to Charlotte and some others, you were a countess at the time, in courtesy of your father, Count Balthazar, who was long dead. But you tried to keep your family history as confidential as possible, considering your father was a sorcerer and your mother a witch. When you grew into a young woman, you left your family castle and went your own way, leaving behind everything that reminded you of your cruel father and donated all his wealth to charity. As for your mother, she was a beautiful sea witch. After the death of your father, she was able to gain her freedom and now lives happily in a humble cottage on the coast of Scotland, close to her beloved sea, and married to the local clocksmith who loves her more than your father ever could.

The reason you were traveling to Houston was because you were recently invited out here to preform at the local theatre for charity, to which which all the funds would go towards the families affected by the war. You were a known opera singer at the time and people fell in love with your clear and soft voice that held all the emotion and sadness behind it which was beautiful to their ears. You were also quite an exceptional pianist. It originally started out as a hobby, something you decided to test the waters with, but you didn’t know it would grow into something serious, eventually venturing you out into having a strong passion for the arts like singing, acting, and even painting. When your father was around, you were never able to pursue such things. He believed they were nonsense, a complete and utter waste of time. While these activities were useless to him, they were your whole heart and soul for you. You breathed for the arts. You guess you had your mother to thank for that, she used to sing you a lullaby every night when you were a child to calm your nerves because of the visions you would have. Thankfully, those visions ceased to happen as you got older.

The gentle rocking and sound of the train had lulled you to sleep as you currently had your head leaned against the window and your feet thrown up on the seat of the train. Your hair was tied up in a bun with a peridot green ribbon while a few loose pesky strands fell about your face. A leather bound Wuthering Heights book was tucked neatly in your hands on your lap. You were wearing a simple grey long sleeved gingham linen dress with delicate black lace trim at the sleeves and your collar. A peridot green velvet ribbon was tied around your waist, your neckline sat at the bottom of your neck and covered your collarbone, and a few black buttons ran down the front of your bodice.

Your dear friend at the time was sitting across from you with her fiancé. Her name was Charlotte Griffiths, the daughter of a governor. And though she was mortal, you absolutely adored her, for she took you in when you nearly did not have a home and cared for you as if you were her own sister. Then again, you always adored mortals. This was before you had known Melanie whom you had only met in the 60s. Charlotte’s fiancé was Lord Ernest Thompson, the owner of a estate and a businessman. He was a kind, charitable, and respectable young man, and you thought he was the perfect match for Charlotte. They both were kind and gentle souls.

“Isn’t this exciting (Y/N)?” Charlotte squealed, waking you from your nap.

“Hm?” You opened your sleepy eyes to look at a blur of what most likely was your friend. “Oh of course.” You yawned, giving yourself a minute to adjust your eyes and mind to reality. “Technically you’re the one who begged me to accept the invitation for performing here and practically dragged me along.” You smirked.

“Oh admit it. I saw your face light up when you received that invitation. Anyways, isn’t this a wonderful little adventure for us? You’ve told me how much you liked to travel.”

“Well I wouldn’t quite call a civil war a wonderful little adventure.” You snarked lightheartedly, letting out a scoff before starting to dwell upon what sort of mess you’ve just gotten into.

“My god woman.” Ernest chuckled playfully, lifting his eyes from the newspaper he was reading, his glasses sitting at the bridge of his nose as he glanced at Charlotte. “Can’t you see (Y/N) was asleep?”

“Well I....I’m merely excited my love.”

“Merely?” He raised a brow.

“Oh you’re being harsh on her Ernest.” You joked along, smiling to yourself as the lovers started to lightly quarrel.

You stared out the window again, watching the scenery blur past. You have seen many lands in your time, how they have changed over the course of years, how some have come and vanished to dust. You have seen kings rise and fall. But you haven’t been here, to America. This was all foreign to you.

The train finally came to a stop at the train station and you quickly grabbed your things, desperate to get out and stretch your legs. You hastily threw on your matching bonnet, not caring that it sat crooked on your head. You rushed towards the door and hitched up your skirt, struggling with the petticoat and making sure not to go past the ankles of your boots and expose your stockings or else Charlotte would have a heart attack. You grabbed the handle and stepped down from the train and onto the wooden platform as Charlotte and Ernest followed suit.

Right when you stepped out you could feel the hot and thick damp air surround you, and you couldn’t help but bring out your fan and fan yourself vicariously.

“My goodness it’s muggy. It’s like the devil’s bollocks out here.” You breathed out.

“(Y/N)!” Charlotte exclaimed, smacking you gently with her fan. “Mind your manners!”

“Sorry.”

“You forgot your parasol by the way.”

“Oh. Right.” You took your parasol from her hands and opened it up, putting your fan away. “Wouldn’t want to forget my complexion guardian.”

You were so used to London weather, now you had to get used to this, and your corset was not helping either.

“Would you look at that Charlotte. The sun.” You made a point to her, only making her shake her head.

Once you were all settled and had your things you all headed to the nearest bed and breakfast and checked into your rooms. You and Charlotte shared one while Ernest had his own. You had just set your belongings inside before Charlotte decided now would be a good time to go to the local tea house, despite your slight dismay as you would much rather be taking a nap. You were sitting out on the tables in front of the local tea house, your head propped up by your hand and a cup of tea in your other, while chatting with Charlotte as you watched the local people pass by.

“My goodness. This heat, it’s nearly disgusting.” Charlotte fanned herself as she wiped her forehead.

“I’m sweating in places I didn’t know I had. I might as well be stripping myself bare to the bone.” You added, fanning yourself with your hand.

“I told you to wear a crinoline.”

“What? Those ghastly looking cages for your legs? Never.”

You stared off into the distance in a sort of dazed state, thinking about your comfortable bed back home, and your collection of books you left behind. You were also starting to miss your mother, wishing you were in Scotland watching the waves with her, before noticing that Charlotte had gone awfully quiet.

“What’s gotten into you?” You asked her, seeing her stare at something behind you. “Charlotte?”

“My my, I think you have an admirer.” She giggled, her youthful face lit up with giddiness as she tried to contain her laughter.

“What on earth are you babbling about?” You turned to follow her gaze and saw a tall stranger wearing a military uniform staring in your direction. You straightened up in your chair, your face firm as you started to feel yourself get anxious. You were silently hoping he wouldn’t come over to your table to strike up a conversation.

“Oh! He’s a rather fine looking gentleman I must say. Annnd he’s an officer.” Charlotte was now leaning in to whisper noticeably in your ear. You can practically hear her next you, trying so hard to contain her giggles.

“You’ve gone daft Charlotte. He’s obviously fancying you. You’re the pretty one.” You turned back around, completely disinterested.

“I think not! You know I’m engaged!”

“And how would he know that detail? Hm? A man who sees a pretty woman without any knowledge as to who she is, is most likely to approach her, without any assumption as to whether she is engaged or not. To which he’ll find out sooner or later I must add.” You ran on before taking a sip of your tea.

“Oh come now (Y/N). You know I wouldn’t.”

“I don’t know, you seem to be a little too excited upon seeing other men. I don’t hear you speak of Ernest as such, as I might recall, a rather fine looking gentleman.”

“You know I love my dear Ernest more than anything. I’m just trying to find you a suitor.”

“I honestly wish you wouldn’t.” You sighed inaudibly. “What I’m trying to say is, that gentleman over there does not know that. So just.....oh bloody hell. I don’t know. Just be prepared to decline his advances towards you.”

“You lack faith my dear.” She gave you a pitiful look before looking behind you once more. “Oh look! He’s coming this way!”

“He’s what?! Charlotte!” You hiss as you lightly slap your hands down on the table as to not draw attention. “Don’t just invite him over.”

“Ladies.” You heard the man now standing beside you as he took off his hat and lowered his head in a polite greeting.

You had gotten so nervous in the mere matter of a minute that you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out the next word that slipped your tongue. “Fuck.”

There was a brief silence as Charlotte and the stranger stared at you in utter disbelief at what a proper lady like you had just uttered. A few others who sat at the other tables near you in earshot stared at you in displeasure before looking away.

Oh just wonderful. You wanted the world to eat you alive right there so you could escape their peers.

You locked eyes with the officer for a brief moment before turning away and fixing your gaze on something else, doing your best to seem preoccupied. You wished you brought your book with you so you could bury your face in it.

Charlotte let out an uneasy laugh befor turning to the man. “Well hello officer! I’m Charlotte Griffiths.” You caught your friend extending her gloved hand out to him, to which he kissed lightly.

“Pleasure to meet you.” You heard him say in this thick southern accent you were definitely not accustomed to.

“This young lady here is my dear friend (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“Charlotte. Stop this instance.” You leaned closer to her only for her to hear.

You were starting to feel embarrassed more than anything.

“Ma’am.” He now turned to you, to which you gave a short reply without making any eye contact.

“Good day.”

“You know (Y/N) here has come to preform for the opera tomorrow night. You should come!”

Charlotte you did not just.

You sat there with your arms folded and glared at her. She loved getting you into these predicaments, innocently enough. If only she knew how much it bothered you.

“Really?” He turned to you now, smiling. “I thought I heard that name somewhere.”

“Oh, well she’s only one of the best sopranos in England.”

“Ehem. Charlotte that’s quite enough. Thank you.”

You almost felt ridiculed at the moment as you felt the stares of everyone around you weighing in on you. And then that sensation started to creep on you. The same one you felt when you were a child. You glanced around, seeing and hearing the blood flowing through everyone’s veins and their hearts beating in their chests, glowing like a red ruby. You squeezed your eyes shut and pinched the bridge of your nose, silently muttering to yourself and remembering the meditation your mother taught you. Earth, fire, water, air, and spirit. You glanced up from underneath your bonnet as the sensation died down and you could finally hear Charlotte calling out your name.

“(Y/N). Are you alright?” Charlotte was reaching out a hand to clasp your gloved one, gently shaking them.

“I’m fine.” You breathed out while rubbing your temple. “It’s just a migraine.”

“Do you need anything for it?” Charlotte questioned you.

“No. God no. I don’t need any of that poison.” You got up from your seat and dusted yourself off before grabbing your parasol. “I’m going to head back to the inn if you don’t mind Charlotte.”

“Do you want me to walk you back?” The officer asked you, his voice laced with concern as he took a step towards you.

You took a step back away from him in response, still avoiding his eyes. “No. I’m quite alright. I’m pretty sure I can walk back to the inn without any assistance thank you.”

“Good day.” You nodded your head at him before turning away and heading back to the inn.

The officer was the most surprised at this situation if anything. He never received this sort of reaction before. Growing up, he always appeared to have a way with words and an influence over people, they always seemed to like him. His father called it charisma. And yet here you were, this woman he had barely just met, and you didn’t have the slightest sway from him. He was a bit perplexed at this, since he was now the one that was drawn to you.

You on the other hand, you found him to be rather bold. This had happened plenty of times before. Charlotte would bring over someone to introduce to you and it always ended up with you turning them down since everyone of them had been a cocky arrogant arshehole. But the one thing you didn’t want to admit to yourself was you were scared of falling in love. The last time you did, it didn’t end well. Ever since then, you tried to keep your distance and your emotions locked up. After all those years of isolation, you eventually led yourself to believe your curse made you incapable of love.

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[lorirwritesfanfic]

Lori's Favorite Fics #6

Hello there! Welcome to the November/December reviews of my favorite fics. I wasn't sure all fics were posted in this period of time. Some of the writers changed blogs/urls and reposted their own stories in a new blog, so I ended up losing a few links in the process. Because of this whole situation, the number of fics during both months decreased. It's also what usually happens during holiday season and when Choices latest book releases suck, which is why I decided to compile everything from the end of 2020 in one single post to make it easier.

Will I finally catch up? I don’t know... but I’m trying. My reading list gets bigger everyday and I'm not even counting the ones in my "marked for later" list at AO3. I’m also thinking about adding fics of other fandoms (LITG, TWC, Bridgerton, etc) here... But that’s an idea for later.

Anyway, let's get to the good stuff:

Desire and Decorum

Cold Flakes, Warm Hearts | MC, Vincent Foredale, Harry Foredale: Unspoken Desires universe is all really cute, but I think this is the sweetest fic @princess-geek has written for this series. As soon as it starts snowing, Beatrice (MC) goes to her father's room in hopes he complies to the tradition of cuddling during snowy days. Luckily, she has one of the greatest dads of Choicesverse and he promptly obliges ❤️

A Dash of Christmas Magic | Hamid x F!OC: I don't think I ever get tired of reading Hamid fics, but @missameliep's stories hold a special place in my heart and this one is no different. Elizabeth (OC) is dreading the idea of spending her first Christmas with her father's family, but Hamid comes up with an idea that will bring a smile to her face (and melt every single reader's heart).

Mornings | Ernest Sinclaire x MC: I stumbled upon this ficlet and I was so captivated by Ernest and Charity's (MC) morning route. What a lovely work, @ethanramseysrookiexox!

Taking Chances | Hamid x F!OC: Imagine a young woman walking around in a ball gown during Halloween, trying to get away from the creeps all these parties attract and ending up having the best time once she meets a dashing young man. Seems like the perfect meet cute of a romcom, right? Now add @missameliep‘s beautiful prose, Hamid and Elizabeth’s (OC) wonderful chemistry, a kiss description that will take your breath away and you’ll be thinking about this fic for days 😍

It Lives Beneath

The Christmas Compromise | Tom Sato x F!MC: Holiday Season prompts are such a fun thing to work with and one of my favorites was couple fighting over Christmas tree decorations. And it's such a joy to see this prompt being used to write Tom x F!MC. They're so dumb and so cute and this is just what I wanted from this prompt! Wonderful job, @kelseaaa!

Mother Of The Year

Double Trouble | Luz Mendez, daugther (Audriana), Thomas Mendez x MC (Amara): MOTY daughter and Luz are child BFF goals. But what happens when these two become step sisters and they decide to decorate the house for Christmas? Read this one shot written by @storyofmychoices to find out! Warning: If you can't handle two adorable young girls decorating the house to make their parents to kiss under a mistletoe, this story will make you squeal.

A Quiet Evening | Levi Schuler x MC: I don't know even where to begin on what to say about this fic... I love domestic fluff. But domestic fluff of Levi Schuler, pregnant Laura (MC) and Lily (daughter) stargazing is a must read if you miss MOTY and Levi because @storyofmychoices outdone herself ❤️

My Two First Loves

Us Against The World | Noah Harris x MC: MTFL had a lot of mistakes, but if there's one thing they did right was creating Noah. What a great character! And this fic written by @pixeljazzy perfectly portrays this bad boy with a big heart helping Krista (MC) find the time away fro her troubled life to think. This is pure high school sweethearts love and I’m here for it.

Open Heart

Holidays Memories | Rafael Aveiro x MC: Finally some good fucking Rafael Aveiro content (because @thequeenchoices​ wrote fluff ❤️). On this adorable one shot inspired by winter season prompts, Rafael is upset to stuck at home and unable to visit his family during the holiday. But Octavia (MC) helps him to find a silver lining during the snowstorm.

The Moments in Between (Part 3) | Rafael Aveiro x F!MC: More Rafael content because it's what I deserve it 😉 This lovely fic written by @curiousconch has three things that I want from any Raf x MC: fluff, love confessions and romantic sex. A.K.A Perfection.

Spread Joy | Bryce Lahela x F!OC: @storyofmychoices made to this list three times and she only has herself to blame 😍 Olivia (OC) is trying to fight tiredness during her rounds when Bryce shows up to bring a smile to her face. Pure sweet fluff is what you get from this story. By the way, this must be the third Bryce x MC fic I read and, so far, I'm not disappointed at all.

Platinum/Red Carpet Diaries

Hopeless | M!Raleigh Carrera x MC: Time for angst! Raleigh and Cadence broke up months ago, but neither of them forgot each other. Candace is ready to move on, regardless of her feelings for her ex. Raleigh, on the other hand, doesn't take the news about her engagement to Matt Rodriguez so well. @homeformyheart​'s description of Raleigh's feelings are so on point it's hard not wish he just ruins Cadence's engagement and take her away with him. (And this is coming from a Matt Rodriguez stan!)

The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir

Good Boy | Maxwell Beaumont x MC: Keeping up my "trying to read different fics/pairings", I found this Maxwell x MC + corgi fic and it's absolutely delightful. @phoenixfox56​ describes a sequence of fluff scenes of Chance enjoying the presence of his pet parents so well and all I have to say is we need more couple + pets fics like this one, people!

Fingers crossed I’ll post another review soon!

[choicesficwriterscreations]

Written by @ethanramseysrookiexox

Book: Desire & Decorum

Relationship: Ernest Sinclaire x MC

Rating: General

[ernestsinclairs]

The Proposal - Adrian

Adrian Raines x MC (Erin)

“This is wonderful, Adrian, but I can’t seem to figure out why we’re here.”

Erin opened the brochure and flipped through it absentmindedly. “The Festival of Lights sounds interesting, but it’s not open until next month.”

“But we’re not here for that,” Adrian said smoothly, plucking the brochure from her grip and depositing it in a wastebasket nearby. Tonight is a special opening.”

“The Herminia Gardens?” Erin asked, gesturing towards a nearby information board, complete with elaborate silver embossment and blown up photographs of gardens and champagne.

“Well, yes. But I thought I’d give you a little preview first.”

“Of what? Adrian, you’ve done enough already. I don’t even know how you got this together.”

She spread her arm out towards the hall, an imposing reminder of the grandiose of the New York City elite. The New York Botanical Gardens had gone out with the decorations that evening, with silver ribbons swathed around marble pillars and the pale stone tiles scrubbed so clean, one could see their reflection in it like Narcissus’s pool. 

“How did you even get tickets here?”

Adrian coughed, looking around a little bit before offering his answer.

“I’m rich, Erin. And the Gardens need money for their charities. I just happen to have a lot of it.”

Suddenly grabbing her arm, he ushered her into an adjacent hallway, veering off the velvet carpet that had been put out for the night. 

“This should be it, if I’m not mistaken. I instructed it when I signed the check.”

“Adrian, what is going on,” Erin asked exasperatedly. “I thought you didn’t like secrets.”

“Well, this is a good one,” Adrian chuckled. “Trust me, you’ll love it.”

Quickly thumbing the door open, he ushered her into a glass walled atrium, into a mass of rich green and rose and sunset colors. His hand came to rest gently on the small of her back, guiding her forward into his making.

“Welcome to your garden.”

All around them, hundreds of roses bloomed in the night sky, illuminated by countless strands of fairy lights and wrought silver lanterns. Delicate footpaths of mirrored stones encircled each attraction. Spires of roses made their way through their air before reaching their pinnacle together. More of the blooms crept their way up the stone columns, giving the illusion of being trapped in a giant flower. In the heart of the entire garden, lay a fountain, its edges lined with tiny crystal carvings, sparkling and refracting the thousand of lights strung around the atrium.

“Adrian . . . I . .” Erin stuttered, trying to make sense of it all. Not that she could. The beauty in the entire setting was unfathomable. 

“This is yours,” Adrian whispered, bringing his face down to hers and kissing the top of her head as his arms wrapped around her in a strong embrace. “It’s your personal Garden of Eden. I had it curated for you.”

Mouth slightly ajar, she stepped forward tentatively, as if scared to scuff the shining paths. Her heels made soft clinks against the mirrored material, and she drew her feet back apprehensively.

“Don’t be scared. I had it all done for you.”

“I - I can’t. Adrian, this is too much, what if I ruin it, I should have gotten something for-”

He pressed a finger against her lips silencing her, then, in one strong movement, hoisted her up into his arms bridal style and took his own march across the paths. The only sound was from the burbling water in the fountain, and the sound of his footsteps until he set her down gently on a stone bench.

“My turn.”

He knelt before her, dropping to the classic single knee. The burbling of the water and the slight rustle of a few petals brushing up against each other faded as Erin froze. The old rom coms were right. So this really was how men did it.

“Adrian I-”

He silenced her with a simple gesture, taking both of her hands in a firm, but gentle embrace, pressing a small kiss on the knuckles before looking back up.

“I’ve been on this earth for centuries, Erin,” Adrian said, his voice hardly more than a whisper. “And nothing even comes close to you.”

Her mouth opened, but nothing came out, as if the sound was choked, kept bay by the man before her.

“When you talk, the earth shakes. When you laugh, the the stars are jealous of you. I hope you see that, because I do every day.”

He let go of her hands for a moment, Erin’s own mourning the loss of warmth before it came rushing back as he reached into his suit jacket pocket.

“I’ve longed to say these words for years, Erin,” Adrian said softly, his eyes fixated on her. They had a strange look to them, she noticed. It hit her. Vulnerability. It was so rare she saw it in this man, hardened by years of war and hardship and stress. But now, he had come to her, bared before all, for the chance at winning her heart.

“I have waited for so many years, praying for some type of miracle or person to come for me. I never expected they would actually be answered. So please, answer my last one.”

The hands moved. The box opened.

“Marry me.”

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One Direction singer Louis Tomlinson’s sister Felicite dies aged 18

Felicite Tomlinson at the Pretty Little Thing and Maya Jama collection launch last year

The 18-year-old sister of One Direction star Louis Tomlinson has been found dead at home from a suspected heart attack.

The tragic death of Félicité, a fashion designer and Instagram star who had almost 1.3million followers, comes after Louis’ mother Johannah died from leukaemia in 2016.

Louis has been left ‘devastated and ­distraught’ by the death, the Sun reported, and praised his sister as ‘loveable, caring, bright and beautiful’ last night, sources close to the One Direction singer told the paper.

He has pulled out of tomorrow night’s Comic Relief, where he was due to perform his new single live as one of the headline acts. 

She collapsed after a suspected heart attack at her fourth-floor studio apartment in Earls Court, West London, on Wednesday lunchtime.

It is understood police found no signs of drugs at the address. They say they are in the process of informing next of kin. 

The death of Félicité ��� known as Fizzy — is being treated as ‘unexplained’ at this stage.

A full post-mortem examination will take place and toxicology tests will be carried out.

Felicite Tomlison, pictured here at a wedding in a photo from her Instagram feed followed by 1.3 million people, has been found dead at her home

Her Instagram feed has more than 1.3m followers who enjoyed her posts about her lifestyle

A person who was with the aspiring fashion designer and social media influencer called 999. 

A spokeswoman for the Metropolitan Police said: ‘Police were called by London Ambulance Service at 12:52hrs on Wednesday, 13 March to a residential address in SW5, following reports of a female in cardiac arrest.

‘Officers attended. A female believed to be aged 18 was pronounced dead at the scene.

‘Police are in the process of informing her next of kin. At this stage the death is being treated as unexplained. A post-mortem examination will take place in due course. Enquiries continue.’  

In her last Instagram post to her 1.3 million followers, four days ago, Felicite wrote: ‘Don’t know why I look so shocked’

Felicite was a social media influencer in her own right. This post from last summer received more than 110,000 likes

Louis Tomlinson and his sister Felicite Tomlinson aka ‘Fizzy’ on Belgravia Street last year

Louis Tomlinson and his mother Johannah Deakin. Last night a family source told The Sun: ‘Félicité was an absolutely adored young woman’

 A London Ambulance Service spokesperson said: ‘We were called at 12:51pm yesterday to reports of an incident in Earls Court.

‘We sent two ambulance crews, a single responder in a car and an advanced paramedic to the scene.

‘Sadly, despite efforts of our medics, a person died at the scene.’ 

Louis, 27, was working in London last night when police informed him of his sister’s death. Other family members, in Doncaster, have also been notified. 

The X Factor judge was extremely close to his sister. They regularly saw each other in London.

Last night a family source told the paper: ‘Félicité was an absolutely adored young woman who was loved by Louis and her whole family.

‘They are all totally devastated, as you can imagine.

‘She had so many friends and was such a positive happy person. It’s a massive loss to the world.

‘She was a loveable, caring, bright, passionate, popular and beautiful young lady.’ 

Louis, 27, was working in London last night when police informed him of his sister’s death

The Instagram star was close to her mother, who died in late 2016, and had a motif of the year Johannah she was born, 1973, tattooed on her. 

She shared it online where she also spoke about Louis’s song, Two of Us, on Sunday. 

Louis’s song, Two Of Us, is a tribute to the pair’s mother Johannah Deakin, who tragically succumbed to leukaemia three years ago, in December 2016. 

Asked about it on Instagram, she said: ‘I cried my eyes out in the back of my Uber, but I loved the song filled me with hope.’  

She told fans she would be ‘very different’ had her mother not died, writing: ‘Very different, in both good and bad ways, there is collateralized beauty in everything.’ 

Last month she posted a grab of Christina Aguilera’s song Hurt which is about the loss of a parent. She also retweeted a picture showing her resemblance to her mother.

Louis Tomlinson and mother Johannah Deakin at the Believe In Magic Cinderella Ball, 2015

‘She was a loveable, caring, bright, passionate, popular and beautiful young lady,’ a source said

Felicite was close to her siblings, and recently got their initials tattooed in old English letters, which added to an inking of a red snake on her left middle finger.

Asked if she was proud of her siblings, she said: ‘More than I can express — including the little ones.’ 

And she used her platform on Instagram to speak out about mental illness, writing on January 12: ‘I think there is a lot of stigma around addiction and the disease of addiction is misunderstood.’ 

She added: ‘Depression and anxiety is less stigmatised but there is still a lot of stigma around other mental illnesses.’ 

But asked about rumours she had been battling depression, Felicite wrote: ‘Everyone struggles with things in life especially if they suffer a huge loss or life changing event but I don’t think that’s something rumours should be spread about. 

‘It should be up to the person to talk about it when and if they’re ready to.’ 

Felicite recently reminisced about her favourite moments with her older brother: ‘Car rides home from X Factor auditions, all giving opinions and being so excited and seeing him so excited.’

The Instagram star was close to her mother and had a motif of the year she was born, 1973, tattooed on her

Louis Tomlinson and his sister Felicite Tomlinson, known as Fizzy, have a cigarette on Belgravia Street

Felicite said that she would be ‘very different, in both good and bad ways’ had her mother not died

Louis’s estranged father, Troy Austin – who split from Johanna when Louis was just five, revealed in May 2018 that he was battling cancer just 18 months after his ex-wife died from a ‘very aggressive’ form of the disease.  

The then 49-year-old had a four-hour surgery to save his life. Louis took on his stepfather Mark Tomlinson’s surname when his parents split up. 

Felicite was one of six children. She leaves behind her older sister Lottie, younger twin sisters Daisy and Phoebe and the youngest, twins Ernest and Doris. She was also an aunt to Louis’ son Freddie. 

  Scarred by tragedy: Louis Tomlinson’s close-knit family reel for second devastating time soon after death of their mother from blood cancer at 43 

The tragic death of Louis Tomlinson’s sister Felicite aged just 18 is the second devastating blow for the family in little over two years, after his mother died of leukaemia in December 2016.

Midwife Johannah Deakin lost her battle with cancer at just 43, leaving behind Louis, Felicite and their five siblings.

Her husband Dan Deakin paid tribute to his late wife saying: ‘Incredibly selfless, she would always look to put other people before herself. She desired nothing more than for everyone around her to be happy and loving.

‘She worked tirelessly on numerous charity campaigns, creating memories for many individuals and their families.’

Louis Tomlinson pictured with his mother Johannah. She spoke often of her pride in her eldest child’s generosity towards his siblings, saying: ‘He always asks me, ‘Tell me what trips they’ve got, where do they want to go? Let me use my money to pay for their trips”

As well as Louis, devoted mother Johannah left behind Lottie, Felicite, twins Daisy and Phoebe, and twins Ernest and Doris, whom she gave birth to prematurely in 2014

‘It wasn’t uncommon for Johannah to hear through the media of an individual in need of assistance, and she would immediately make it her objective to get that person what they often desperately needed, and rarely without success.’

Louis’ former bandmates sent their love in a series of heatrbreaking tweets.

On Twitter Liam Payne wrote: ‘Louis, I’m so sorry for you my brother my heart aches for you, just know I love you the same from a million miles away as i do right next to you. I’m always here for you through everything as you have been for me. 

‘My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family at this incredibly sad time I can’t begin to imagine what you are all going through. Rip Johanna you are forever in my thoughts.’ 

Louis’ bandmates and stars including Cheryl Cole and Simon Cowell sent heartfelt condolences after the death of his mother 

Johannah Tomlinson pictured on her wedding day to Dan Deakin. She passed away in December 2016 after a fight with cancer

The death of Felicite Tomlinson aged just 18, on the afternoon of Wednesday March 13, is the second tragic to hit the family in just over two years. Pictured above: Louis and his late mother, Johannah

Two Of Us: The moving tribute to his late mother Louis was due to perform tonight

In a now-cancelled Comic Relief performance on BBC One, Louis Tomlison would have performed his new single Two Of Us, a loving tribute to mother Johannah who died of cancer just over two years ago.

The poignant lyrics speak of the singer’s love and loss:

It’s been a minute since I called you

Just to hear the answerphone

Yeah, I know that you won’t get this

But I’ll leave a message so I’m not alone

This morning I woke up still dreaming

With memories playing through my head

You’ll never know how much I miss you

The day that they took you, I wish it was me instead

But you once told me, ‘Don’t give up

You can do it day by day’

And diamonds, they don’t turn to dust or fade away

So I will keep you day and night, here until the day I die

I’ll be living one life for the two of us 

 Zayn Malik tweeted: ‘@Louis_Tomlinson love you bro! All of your family is in my prayers. proud of your strength and know your mum is too x’.

Meanwhile, Niall Horan posted: ‘Very sad news . Louis I love you mate and I’m / all of us are here for you all the way. You’re mum was an incredible person.

‘Thinking of you and your family. Love from my family to yours..’

A devoted mother, Johannah said in an interview she couldn’t have been more proud of her eldest child, Louis.

Calling him ‘a really nice lovely brother,’ she went on to say that the 1D star always offered to pay for his sister’s trips at school.

‘He always asks me, ‘Tell me what trips they’ve got, where do they want to go? Let me use my money to pay for their trips’,’ Johannah said.

‘He’s always been like that. he’s not a materialistic person himself, but he likes to give people things. He spoils me and the girls and he’s happiest doing that.’   

Born Johannah Poulston on March 25 1973, Louis’ mother grew up in Doncaster in South Yorkshire, and worked as a midwife and a TV assistant.

Johannah gave birth to Louis when she was 18, but split from his biological father Troy Austin, in 1997 when Louis was five.

She and Mark Tomlinson, whom Louis has said he considers his real dad, then had four children: Charlotte, now 20, Felicity, 18, and twins Phoebe and Daisy, both 14.

In 2013, Johannah announced her engagement to doctor Dan Deakin and that the couple were expecting twins.

Their wedding in July 2014 saw her son as best man, while Louis’ band mates, Harry Styles, Liam Payne and Niall Horan all attended.

Twins Ernest and Doris, both now five, arrived prematurely in February 2014. 

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Little Family Picnic

Pairing - Ernest Sinclaire x Charity Mills (Desire and Decorum)

Rating - General

Note - I am so sorry for lack of fics this week but it has been a hell of a week and I am so tired seriously emotionally drained. Should have uploaded this last night but I had other things to focus on.

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Summary - The Sinclaires have a picnic

Word Count - 656

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The amount of people who were in the town didn’t surprise the countess and her husband as they walked along the streets. The two of them were walking hand in hand, the sun was out on the spring day, it was a light breeze but not enough to make them shiver, the rain had subsided by now and they were following their son. Percival was running off in any direction he could think of, he loved going to the village. They in Yorkshire for a small break together as a family.

“Percival, can you slow down please?” Ernest called as he steadied his pregnant wife, the two of them were pretty much attached to one another, Ernest was the husband who was so proud he would never let his wife go, he beamed at everything she did. And looking after her whilst she was with child was just a pleasure to him

“But we’re almost there” the young boy pouted; he was so excited for this picnic they had promised him. The weather and the trees were just so pretty.

“Percival” Ernest reprimanded sharply and the young boy slowed and waited for the two of his parents to join him. Charity looked exhausted as she did most of the time these days. When the two of them had caught up with the young boy, Charity saw the little frown on his face.

“Mama I didn’t run off” The small boy insisted, he was such a sweetheart and had captured her heart more than anyone else had.

“I know Percival, Papa wants us to just stay together, that’s all” she explained and Ernest nodded in agreement.

“But we are” the young boy frowned and Charity placed a soft kiss on his forehead, and the three of them continued their small walk to where there was a stunning green park. The park was a long stretch of land, it had several benches dotted about and the grass was healthy and green but a nice length, it was slightly damp but had started to dry finally at last so the family could sit down on it. Ernest laid out the blankets they brought.

“Papa, we get mama a drink and food?” The young boys little heart of gold was nothing short of admirable, for his age. He always wanted to look after Charity and be like Ernest.

“We will Percival, don’t worry” Ernest replied and Charity smiled, her sweet Percival was the best little boy ever. Adopting him had been amazing, it had been amazing practice for the two of them becoming parents to their first child together.

“Come sit with me, darling. I could use some cuddles” Charity smiled and the small boy curled up to her side, the smell of her perfume was the smell of his mama.

“Mama, Auntie Briar told me that you and Papa like to go on picnics as they make you happy” The small boy looked at Charity and she looked back at the small boy, oh did she now? What else had her good friend told her adopted son?

“Papa has brought me on picnics when Ive ben sad to make me feel better” she chaplains as Ernest gets the food out.

“Did you look after her look a princess, Papa?” Percival was always so innocent in his questions and it was so cute to see Ernest get all flustered when he would say something adorable.

“Of course” Ernest smiled and the small boy say some sandwiches that had been brought out of the picnic basket.

“Can we eat yet, mama?” The young boy was hungry and wanted to have some food now they had spoken boring adult stuff.

“I think so” Charity smiled as Ernest settled by her side, and the little family ate their picnic together, he kept giving his wife little back rubs and stealing her gaze every now and then. It was a perfect little family picnic.

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Mornings

Pairing - Ernest Sinclaire x Countess Charity Mills (Desire and Decorum)

Rating - General, just fluff because who doesnt love fluff?

Note - My updating has been awful recently, I’m so sorry but Ive had to kind of prioritise work, I’m in a new class now and I need to prioritise my mental health too!

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Summary - Just a drabble about the Sinclaire’s waking up together

Word Count - 312

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Waking up was one of those things every human being did, they went to sleep and they slept a night and then they woke up the next morning. But for the Countess of Edgewater, waking up in her husbands arms was something quite beautiful.

Charity Sinclaire had not gotten over the fact that Ernest Sinclaire was hers, but the ring on her finger, proved that he was hers, he was her husband and he his wife.

The sun shone on the chambers of the Master of Ledford Park and the Countess of Edgewater, and the brunette expectant mother stirred slightly, she slowly woke up in her husbands arms, he head nestling more into him, comforted by the warmth of his chest, her legs were entangled with his own. Her blue eyes slowly fluttered open, she stared up at him through her eyelashes, she breathed in his masculine scent, and gazed into the eyes of her beloved.

“Good morning, Mrs Sinclaire” Ernest murmured as he stroked her hair, he pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

“Good morning, Mr Sinclaire” She whispered, letting out a small yawn, before settling back into her husbands embrace, the intimacy of their skin against each other’s was nothing short of romantic, a simply perfect way for them to wake up together. The way his lips brushed against her skin lazily, as he attempted to wake up himself, was intimate, his hand caressed his wife’s growing bump.

“I do not want to get out of bed” Charity uttered into her husband’s shoulder as she rested her hand on his chest, caressing his chest, they gazed lovingly at one another. They laid together as long as they could before breakfast was ready. Intimate mornings were the absolutely the best, before the rush of the day. And they would cherish these moments of peace before the birth of their baby…

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Eagerness & Gentility - Chapter 7 - Should We Court?

Pairing - Ernest Sinclaire x Countess Charity Mills

To catch up on the Eagerness & Gentility Series, Click Here

Rating - General, this is a major part in this storyline so far

Note - This was written over 2 hours and is, by far, my favourite chapter I’ve written for this series. Also dedicating a shoutout to my beautiful friend @princess-geek because she deserves so much happiness ❤️

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Summary - Ernest and Charity discuss whats next for them

Word Count - 1595

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The Earl was long gone by now. He was eager to give his daughter and Ernest a chance to talk, they needed to talk, that much was as obvious to him and he was happy to give them both their space. It was what any father would do for his daughter. He only looked back once, but he was that far away by now, he couldn’t hear them.

The words that escaped her mouth left them both in silence, he was shocked. He wasn’t bad shocked, but he was just, maybe just a bit oh my god Vincent knows I kissed his daughter kind of shocked.

“How?” He asks and Charity looked down and blushed, this was embarrassing but she might as well tell him the truth.

“Him and my grandmother witnessed our kiss” She explained and the silence between the two was more deafening by the moment, Charity was absolutely petrified. What was Ernest thinking? What would happen?

”That’s not a problem is it?” Ernest asked as he stopped his horse and Charity followed suite, her face was red, but confused. She looked very pensive as she gazed up into the mans eyes. The man who she’s had feelings for since god knows when gazed back into her eyes.

Charity was taken back by how calm he was, was that normal? Was that even possible under these circumstances. She took a deep breath. “I don’t know, Ernest,” she said honestly and the honesty in her voice makes his heart flutter slightly. Was she regretting their kiss. He got off his horse and hesitantly took her hand, and she took it, giving him a bright smile as if to say ‘thank you’ and he smiled back, she gently stroked her horse as she considered what she just said, it sounded blunt and she didnt mean for it to but she was so confused.

“Do you regret-“ He started but the sudden way she pressed her lips to his instantly, he wrapped his arms around her waist as hers wrapped around his neck, it was almost movie-like.

Charity didn’t know what had gotten into her but there was this feeling in her gut, and she couldn’t ignore it any longer, she cared for Ernest. She loved it when Ernest was around and she wanted him to make her his so badly. As they pull away, her voice was a simple yet almost silent whisper, “I would never regret it, Ernest”

Ernest’s heart raced at her words and he gently kissed her lips again, the feeling of her in his arms, it was pure magic as he enjoyed kissing her, she was truly magnificent and he had dreamt about this day for longer than he cared to remember. “Nor could I” His whisper was soft in her ear and he gently pulled back, refusing to let her go, as if he was protecting her from some evil that she didn’t even know about.

“Charity, I have felt so strongly about you for so long, I am attracted to you like a magnet to another” Ernest’s words were slow, as he tried, but to himself obviously failed to try and tell the beautiful viscountess how he felt about her. Charity gazed up at him, her blue eyes burned into his as her cheeks were slightly pink from the light breeze.

“I don’t know what it is, but I just can’t stay away from you, you make me feel safe, make me feel like you care, whether its about a book or just about life in general” The heiress to Edgewater admitted.

Ernest kept his arms around her, there was just something so perfect about this moment, the two of them refused to let go of each other, the way they both felt the night before preventing them from letting go. “Charity, I care for you, I always think about you” Ernest confessed, as he kept hold of her, he gazed into those enchanting eyes as he realised something, without knowing. He was drawn to her, he wanted to be with her and he wanted her.

The look on her face was unreadable, she looked pensive yet reassured or comforted? It was a bizarre expression and Ernest, desperately, wanted to know what she was thinking. “What do this mean, what is this between us?” Her voice was unsure, it was vulnerable. She didn’t want to assume anything and she didn’t want to be the one who was making all the important decisions, for this affected the two of them.

“What do you want it to be?” His voice was soft, tender. He looked at her with a look of adoration as he waited for her answer, a part of him praying she wanted what he wanted. But, she was still naive, her confidence telling her father her desires to court Ernest gone. She was face to face with Ernest and there was a part of her holding back and for the love of all things holy, she had no idea why. She had to pull away from him, she needed oxygen. She paced for a moment. Why couldn’t she say what she said to her father to Ernest? It was frustrating her.

“My father said he would be delighted if I courted you” She paused as she took in his own confused face before continuing, “he said he couldn’t imagine a better man for me to court”

Ernest was completely stunned by that. He got on with the Earl, of course he did, but it seemed as if the Earl held him in high regard and if he did, well he was honoured.

“What do you think?” Ernest pressed. As honoured as he felt by what Charity had told him about what her father had said about him, he wanted to know what she thought.

“I trust you” Her response was simple, but for Ernest, it was confusing. What did she mean by that.

“I don’t understand what you mean” He whispers and takes a step closer to her, they were barely inches apart now. Charity gazed at him for a long moment, her gaze full of awe and admiration for the man infront of her.

“I mean... I go to these events with my mama and father and I see all of these.... men. They are just men, and are only after the one thing from a woman like me, the status, the money, the beautiful estate. But then there is a man like you Ernest” As she spoke, her gaze was full of awe. “You aren’t the same. You see me for me, you see me as Charity, not as the heiress to Edgewater, you see me for what I am, whether I am in full blown tears like that time at the party where I fell over and was embarrassed or whether I am at my happiest, and I love that”

Their gaze towards one another was filled with, unbeknownst to their naïve minds, pure and plain longing. A longing for each other.

Ernest cleared his throat and he looked at her, “I would never dream to take advantage of you, my lady” His voice was sincere and was full of loving.

“I know, Ernest” She comforted him as she gazed back up to him, this moment was so perfect and so bizarre at the same.

“Charity, if I may be so forthcoming, would you allow me the chance to court you?” Ernest’s voice was uncertain, and the feeling he had in his heart after asking her that was uncertain. Sure, she sung his praises like no one else had, but she could easily disagree.

“I would like that very much” her smile grew as she spoke, and the two of them kissed again, getting lost in the moment, and getting lost in each other.

“With your fathers permission, obviously” He added and before they set off for Edgewater, they shared another kiss.

Back at Edgewater, The Earl had explained his conversation with his daughter to his wife, he said how they were both honest with one another and they both were able to express how they felt. He was almost too delighted to express how Charity had expressed that she was happy to court Ernest.

The countess had been interested to hear how the conversation went but still doubted if their daughter was ready. Before she could even voice her worries, there was a knock on the Earl’s study door.

“Come in” The earl called and when the door opened to see no other than Ernest, both him and his wife were pleasantly surprised.

“My lord, there is a matter I must speak with you about” Ernest explained, he looked worried.

“Of course, Maria my love would you mind” He smiled to his wife who hastily exited the room.

Ernest had no idea how to ask him, so decided direct was the best way. But before he had the chance, The Earl smiled at him.

“I take it you are here to ask me if I give you permission to court my daughter” His voice was blunt.

Ernest’s palms sweated and he nodded nervously. “Only with your permission” He insisted and the Earl stared at him for a long moment.

“If it is what my daughter desires, then yes, you have my permission Ernest” The Earl put his hand on the younger mans shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile. Charity rested against her fathers study’s doorframe, gazing at her father and Ernest...

And, now, all a sudden, with her fathers approval, Ernest was courting Charity....

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Eagerness & Gentility - Chapter 6 - A Confession and Horse Ride

Pairing - Ernest Sinclaire x Countess Charity Mills (Desire and Decorum)

Lady Charity of Edgewater is the daughter of Earl Vincent and Countess Maria and is slowly learning her place as the heiress to the Edgewater. As she comes of age, her father wants her to explore life and consider courting. When she starts to court the broody Mr Sinclaire, the person she grew up with, the Earl and his mother hope the young heiress is on her way to finding a husband, but will they stand back or will they not be able to help themselves and meddle in her life? And will Ernest be the man Charity expects after a life of devotion and affection at her fathers hands? And what happens when people try to split them up? Can they make it through

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Rating - General, this is fluffy

Summary - The Earl and his daughters go on a. Ride and talk about what happened the night before....

Word Count - 1322

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It had been a trying morning, with his wife not impressed with him, Vincent knew he had to talk to their daughter about what had happened. He was just getting ready before he made it down to the entrance.

“Lady Charity is in the stables, my lord” One of the servants says and the Earl smiles and nods.

“Thank you” He smiled and he walked to where he heard his daughters voice chatting to the horse master.

“Has she been well? I know I haven’t been here in a couple of days, so much has happened” Charity pressed the master of horse.

“She is a delight as always, shes missed you, my lady. May I ask are you ok?” The horse master had a soft spot for the Viscountess and clearly cared about her, since she spent so much time in the stables hen she got the opportunity.

“I am well, sir. I just think… I think growing up is a scary thing, you know” she murmured and the Earl listened carefully.

“I heard the dinner went well last night, my lady. Is it the anxiety of one day being the lady of the house? Of one day needing to marry?” The master of horse asked.

“Its all of that, and I think because there is a man who I feel for” She paused and Vincent listened, he saw his daughter stroking her horses Maine. “But, I don’t know if my father would ever approve, or if it would ever work with him” She admitted and the master of horse helped the young lady to prepare her horse.

“One thing I have learnt from working for the Earl, my lady, is that he wants you to be happy. As a father to girls myself, a father’s love for his daughter is something you can’t put into words. A father loves his daughter duly and a daughters happiness is in the forefront of a fathers mind. Your father is no different, he always wants you be happy and I know he would do anything for you to be happy. Just talk to him” The master of his spoke softly.

“I will, are there any apples?” She asks and the master of horse nodded.

“Aye, a massive bunch, my lady, do you want some slices to take on your ride with you?” He asks and the Viscountess nodded eagerly.

“That would be wonderful, sir, can I give her one now” She asks and the master of horse passed her a apple slice.

“She is your horse, my lady” The gentleman chuckled and Charity fed her horse.

“Princess Callie deserves to be spoilt” Charity was stroking her horse lovingly, her wavy her was freely down, as the master of the horse helped her get her horse ready. Vincent walked through to where his daughter was and she smiled to him.

“You look ready to ride to your hearts content” Vincent smiled as she got ready to get on Callie. Compared to how she was this morning, she was much happier, Vincent put that down to going on rides was one of her favourite things to do.

“I am” She smiled and the Earl gave his daughter a smile as he got his own horse ready as Charity got on Princess Callie, she may love her horse but that didn’t stop the thoughts she had been having all day so far. She had been restless to say the least.

“I think we are ready, thank you” The earl and the two exited the stables on their horses, going towards the fields for their ride.

“Father, I did something last night” Charity blurted out as they approached a beautiful green field, with flowers, long grass all over the field. The Earl looked to his daughter, he knew what she was going to say but he tried to seem surprised.

“What did you do?” He asked softly and they strolled along side by side on their horses.

“I was with Ernest and I kissed him, I don’t know what happened, but I kiss kissed him, and I feel things for him” She blurted and the Earl nodded. He looked at his daughter.

“Me and your grandmother came to look for you and we saw you kissing him” The Earl speaks and his daughter stares at him, horrified.

“I am so so sorry, Father. It was unacceptable” Her face had gone red and her father just smiled at her, clearly supporting her.

“Charity, it isn’t unacceptable. Its wonderful, if you kissed him and you do have feelings for him, then that’s ok. You are becoming a woman my darling” Her father spoke and she gazed up at her father.

“He’s my best friend, Father. He looked after me as a little girl and he shows me more kindness than any one else in our social circle, given I’m a female heiress” Charity admits, “He makes me smile and he makes me feel like he will always care about me”

The Earl smiled as Charity smiled as she spoke of Ernest, it was clear as day that she was in love with him. “I know he cares about you as well. Whenever we have a dinner and us men retire to the study, he always asks about you” He spoke and his daughter looked up at him.

“If I did want to court him, would I have your support, father?” She asks and he nods, a smile on his face.

“I could not think of a man I would trust more to court my only daughter than Ernest” He spoke and the brunette lady smiled.

“I care for him, and I feel safe when I am with him” she says and turns to her father who was smiling proudly.

“I am glad, would you want to court him?” He asked his daughter and she looked thoughtfully at her father before she nodded, she couldn’t help hersel.

“Of course I would, I would be lucky if I ever got to court him” She admits and the father and daughter continue their ride when a familiar man passes.

“Good afternoon, my lord, my lady” That voice belonged to no other but Ernest and Charity immediately looked up to him, a smile growing on her face.

“Good afternoon, Mr SInclaire. I hope you are well?” The Earl gave the two a knowing smile. The young gentleman smiled at the woman he was falling deeply in love with and her father.

“I am thank you, my lord. I just fancied some fresh air” Ernest smiled. Charity and him locked eyes and The are could feel the connection that was starting to develop between the pair since last night, the way they stared at one another. The way they seemed to be lost in each other’s gaze.

“I must get back to the estate, I have to check on some of the accounts, I trust Ernest you could stay with Charity, if its no trouble till she’s ready to return” The Earl asked and Ernest went bright red. Of course he would stay with Charity. He wanted to talk to her anyway.

Ernest gave the Earl a polite nod.

“But father” Charity said but he interrupted her.

“My dear, enjoy time out on your horse. And when you return home, we can have cake and tea and spend time together in my study” The Earl promised. He never broke his promises to his daughter, she was far too precious to break a promise to.

“Of course Father” she says and gives her father a smile, but she knew what her father was doing.

“See you soon, my darling, see you hopefully soon as well Ernest” The Earl gave a nod and he went off on his horse, knowing what his daughter and Ernest needed.

Once they were alone, the pair looked at each other. The silence was deafening.

“My father knows we kissed last night”

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Eagerness and Gentility - Chapter 5 - The Morning After

Synopsis - Lady Charity of Edgewater is the daughter of Earl Vincent and Countess Maria and is slowly learning her place as the heiress to the Edgewater. As she comes of age, her father wants her to explore life and consider courting. When she starts to court the broody Mr Sinclaire, the person she grew up with, the Earl and his mother hope the young heiress is on her way to finding a husband, but will they stand back or will they not be able to help themselves and meddle in her life? And will Ernest be the man Charity expects after a life of devotion and affection at her fathers hands? And what happens when people try to split them up? Can they make it through?

Pairing - Ernest Sinclaire x Charity Middleton (Desire and Decorum)

Series - Eagaerness and Gentility AU - Series Masterlist

Rating - General

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Summary - The morning after the kiss, Charity is confused and Maria is concerned about her daughter

Word Count - 1469

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It was the morning after the dinner and the morning after she had kissed Ernest and Charity was full of emotions, she had this tingling excitement to find out what the kiss meant to Ernest but there was also this dread in her stomach, what if to him it was a mistake? She had tossed and turned all night, it had been such a emotional night and she was just wanting to talk to her father over it all. She needed to get someone else’s input, she needed someone to rationalise what had happened. What was this feeling she felt, was she deeply in love with Ernest Sinclaire? Was love this aching dizziness that she felt? The strange feeling she had in her stomach, it was overwhelming.

“Charity, my dear, are you ok in there?” Dominique called for her granddaughter, it wasn’t a while till breakfast but Charity had usually made her way downstairs by now and she was usually so excited to have breakfast. To start her day right. Charity jumped slightly, she hadn’t expected to be interrupted. She jumped, her heart was thumping in her chest.

“Ummm, I’m ok- sorry I’m just a bit tired” she spoke and the Dowager Countess chuckled, her granddaughter had a huge night last night.

“Don’t worry, my dear, I just wanted to know if you were ok. Father was wondering” Dominique spoke and Charity felt her heart explode, was she ok? She had no idea. Her grandmother sighed to herself, a smile threatening to come out. “Just come out and have some breakfast when you’re ready my dear, you have a horse ride this afternoon with your father” Her grandmother left her and Charity was irritated with herself, she never ever ever forgot about her rides out with her father, they were her favourite things. She got dressed into a delicate dark blue dress, with a shawl. She would change into something more suitable. She walked out her room, she walked down the stairs, she was floating, she had a smile on her face. The staff noticed it, she may feel so confused but on the outside, she looked as if the best thing ever had happened to her. She looked as beautiful as usual with that gorgeous glow to her.

Maria and Vincent were talking in Vincent’s study before breakfast, Maria was pleasantly surprised by the events of the previous night, she was so thrilled for her daughter but she was weary.

“I don’t know if I should be overprotective, she’s 18 Vincent” Maria fussed as she watched her husband read through the estate books, Vincent hadn’t stopped grinning. He was so keen for his daughter to find love and if she could find it with a man like Ernest Sinclaire.

“It’s Ernest, Maria. Not some stuck up, sex driven noble man who wants Charity for Edgewater, and if they were to fall in love, he is a man who would be suitable to allow her to inherit Edgewater” Vincent spoke as he stood up but Maria frowns.

“Back to my original point, Vincent, shes not even 20!” Maria argued and Vincent sighed, they were both so protective of their daughter, their only child but Maria feared they were pushing something on their daughter that she wasn’t ready for. She knew Vincent was even more protective then she was but for this situation, their daughter falling in love, he was slightly more calm.

“Maria, we have discussed this may times with her and between ourselves, we will not force her to do something she wishes not to. I just want her to be happy” Vincent assures his wife and she sighs.

“Shes our baby, our everything” Maria responds, and her husband presses his lips to hers.

“I know, I will talk to her on our ride later, and I am sure she will talk to you if she needs it” Vincent assures and the Earl and Countess walk through their house to where the rest of the family are preparing to eat breakfast. Vincent smiled to his daughter, she had her wavy hair flowing over her shoulders and looked like she was glowing almost.

“Good morning Father, Mama” She beams and kisses her mothers cheek then she kissed her fathers and hugged him, it may not be good to show affection to a parent in-front of others but with how close the two were, he really did not mind and the Foredale’s were used to it, they had a very special bond.

“Good morning, my darling. I trust you slept well” Maria says softly and Charity nodded but looked as if she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. Maria gave her husband a look

“Father, can we play cards today? So when the Sinclaire’s come again I can play with Ernest and know what I am dong” Harry asked and the earl looked at his son.

“Of course but after dinner, my boy. I have to do the accounts later and I am going to go on a ride with your sister as well today” The earl says and harry nodded.

The family were silent for a few seconds before the Earl cleared his throat. Charity was glowing but her parents and grandmother could see the weight of the world on her shoulders. Love was a hard thing, the Earl and Countess knew that above anyone. But seeing the confusion being in love on their daughters face was hard, they just wanted to help her.

“Last night was a pleasant night” Dominique spoke up and Maria nodded as she chewed on her egg before she turned to her mother in law.

“Yes, I was shocked by the behaviour displayed by Felicity however, I don’t understand what she has against our daughter” Maria admits as she looked to her husband and he sighed agreeing.

“I think she could be jealous, as Charity will one day be the lady of Edgewater, its her birthright” Vincent guesses and Charity blushed, she knew the conversation her and her parents had so many times, she was to marry a man of status to get her birthright, she was a woman after all,

“I understand that Vincent, but Charity has never ever been rude to her, she is a polite young woman, she has not a rude bone in her because we raised her to be polite” Maria replies sipping her tea.

“Charity, you have been awfully quiet my dear, are you alright” Her father gently rubbed her arm as he asked her. The attention was on her now. She blushed and looked down, her leg moving back and forth slightly under the table, whatever happened between her and Ernest had her puzzled.

“I am sorry father, I just am tired” Charity admitted Her father rubbed her arm softly. He knew what her thoughts were at the moment, he remembered the experience he had as a young man, when he fell for Maria. The way his heart hurt when he thought about Maria and the way she took over his every thought.

“We don’t have to go for a ride today, we can do it another day” Vincent offers and Charity shook her head. She needed to talk to her father about her feelings and admit she kissed Ernest. She needed to be away from Edgewater, away from the gardens where the kiss happened so she shook her head.

“No, I want to. I need to ride Princess Callie, I miss riding her” Charity said, too quickly and her mother shot her father the look. This is what Maria feared the most, the sadness for their daughter, the constant sickness that came with being truly in love for the first time.

After breakfast, Charity went to read before she prepared for her ride with her father and Maria and Vincent returned to their chambers.

“I told you, she is beyond confused, she is hurting” Maria says and her husband sighed.

“I know, Maria, I know. But I will talk to her, we will help her. As her parents. As her mother and father” Vincent argued as he sat on the bed.

“You need to talk to her, assure her this is naturally and ask her what she wants to do” Maria insisted, she shook her head, her husband nodded in agreement, he walked to his wife.

“Of course I will talk to her. Shes my little girl. I want to help her”

Over at Ledford park, Ernest was less nervous about the night before, instead he realised the night before must have been destiny. And he wanted to love her the way she deserved. He loved Charity and he wanted to show her he did. He went out on his horse for some fresh air, to think of ways to woo her.

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Breath of Summer Air

Pairing - Ernest Sinclaire x Charity Mills (Desire and Decorum)

Rating - General fluff

Note - I just want to say I’m sorry for not uploading much this week, I have struggled writing wise and I have been occupied, I will try upload more next week

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Prompts - Summer Day 20 @choicesjunechallenge

Summary - A heavily pregnant Charity spends some time outside with Ernest and Percival

Word count - 938

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It was a beautiful and sunny day at the Edgewater estate, it was finally summer and Countess Charity Sinclaire was thrilled to be out the house for once, since being with child, the countess had spent a lot of time inside, with morning sickness and fatigue, she was about approximately 7 months pregnant with her first child, the pregnancy so far had been difficult, she had lost her parents so didn’t have any paternal or maternal support, only from Mrs Daly and her grandmother.

The soon to be mother was holding onto her husbands arm as they slowly strolled through the gardens, Percival was gleefully running round carefree. The birds were singing in a almost orchestrated song, the breeze was light but cool, and the lake glittered underneath the sunlight, and the leaves and branches of the trees were caressed gently by the wind.

Charity had her long hair falling freely from her shoulders, her blue dress was one that was comfortable but not fancy, but with her growing bump she was more concerned about comfort, given her constant fatigue and discomfort her first child was giving her

“Mama, come play” Percival cheers, as Ernest gripped on to his wife as she got slightly breathless, the baby kicking furiously at his or her mother.

“Percival, Mama is very tired” Ernest scolds, holding onto his wife, supporting her, “Its alright, my love, we can sit down” Ernest spoke softly, sitting down his wife on the bench and the small boys lip quivered, he didn’t like it when Ernest would tell him off.

“I’m sorry, Percival. I’m just really really tired, my darling,” Charity apologises, and holds her bump, rubbing it softly, trying to soothe the baby into calming down, the baby was getting more and more active as the pregnancy progressed, causing his or her mother great discomfort. Charity opened her arms for her adopted son to come and give her a hug and he cautiously went over to her, and she pulled him into her side under Ernest’s watchful eye.

“Be careful” Ernest reminded his stepson and Charity shot her husband a look. The Countess understood Ernest worried about her, especially after the pregnancy Rosalyn had, but she knew she was a strong healthy lady, and she had made herself a promise to fight through whatever was destined to come her way with her pregnancy and upcoming childbirth.

“I’m sorry” Percival apologises, sheepishly. Ernest knew the lad meant no harm but Charity was his wife, and pregnant with their child and had a awfully difficult pregnancy so far with illness, and pain, he gently squeezed Percival’s hand

“It’s alright, Percival. Just Mama has been really poorly with the baby in her tummy and its making her feel very poorly” Ernest explained to the boy.

“Mama, do you hurt?” Percival asks and Charity ran her hand up and down the bump, before she stroked her adopted son’s face.

“I wouldn’t say I hurt, darling,” Charity whispers softly, and looks to Ernest then their son, “The baby kicks me a lot, and its very strange but sometimes he or she will kick very hard, and it sometimes hurts. And when I’m eating, the baby is getting my food so that makes me very tired and hungry but I’m ok, I promise” Percival stared at Charity.

“Mama, I will look after you, I promise” The young boy stared up at her and Charity strokes her stomach.

“I know you will, you and Papa always look after me, and I know for a fact that you and Papa will look after the baby when he or she is born” Charity spoke softly, stroking young Percival’s cheek with the back of her hand and he stared up at her, “You play, my darling, and I will watch you” Charity smiled, and the young boy looked nervously before he finally agreed to play and the couple watch him run around in the gardens.

“We will be watching our children play together in a matter of years, whether we have a little girl or boy, I know they will love summer” Ernest comments and Charity stared at him, with pure adoration and love in her eyes, she had such a amazing husband.

“Summer is always special to me” She whispered, holding her husbands hand in hers, as they both remembered their wedding day, and everyday since then.

“Hopefully the baby will find summer special to him or her” Ernest comments, and Charity nodded.

“If nothing else, the fresh air and the sunshine... it makes me feel refreshed, its a little change” Charity says and smiles, watching Percival run around, burning his energy off.

“I hope so” Charity says, taking a deep breath of the fresh summer air.

“When your born, Mama and I will walk you around the gardens at Edgewater and Ledford Park, and you can see the sunshine and nature, you will love it” Ernest speaks softly, moving down to kiss his wife’s stomach, and Charity kissed her husband softly, enjoying the summer sunshine.

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Fear of Storms

Pairing - Ernest Sinclaire x Countess Charity Mills

Rating/Warning: General, suitable to read for all

Note - This has been written after a long day at work so I apologise if it’s awful but I really tried!

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Prompt - @choicesseptemberchallenge20 Day 8 - Storm

Summary - The Sinclaire ladies share a fear of storms.... can Ernest comfort his daughter and wife?

Word Count - 945

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Ernest Sinclaire and his wife, Charity Sinclaire had gone to the bed that night. They had checked on their almost 3 year old daughter Emilia and she was fast asleep. The two curled up around 10pm and they drifted off to sleep. Having a three year old was difficult for anyone but Emilia Sinclaire insisted on adventuring. Which wasn’t a bad thing, it’s what made her who she was.

The day had been rainy. The sun had barely been out, and the Sinclaire’s had spent the day in the Ledford Park comforts, they had read books, ran around the ballroom with Emilia and Charity played the pianoforte for their beautiful girl. Singing her songs. The Countess had a beautiful singing voice and whenever she sung, her daughter would stop anything she was doing. She was obsessed with hearing her mother sing.

It was coming to midnight when the sound of thunder roared outside and rain came pouring down. The thunder was so loud it woke Charity up, she tossed for a moment before she rested her head on Ernest’s chest. She never liked the thunder. She had a fear of it since she was a child and even though she was older now, it still frightened her every now and then. She knew Emilia would wake up at the sound of the thunder so part of her didn’t want to go back to sleep knowing full well her daughter would cry for her and Ernest,

“Charity, my love” Ernest whispered, he was awoken by the restless state his wife had been in and he knew what she was like when it came to the thunder. He held her close to her and she held on him.

“I know it’s silly of me it’s just when I grew up and the storms were bad, me and mama could hear it as clear as day” she muttered and he shook his head, he never thought his wife was ridiculous, everyone had their fears, even him so it wasn’t his place to ever ever judge his wife. He wouldn’t even dream of judging her. He loved her and was her protector.he would protect her from anything he could.

“It really isn’t” he murmurs before they hear the undeniable wail of Emilia.

“Mama! Papa!” She screamed and her parents got up out of bed, Ernest put a top on and Charity put her dressing gown on, they walked through the landing of Ledford Park and entered the room of their daughter, and she was hiding under her blankets. Charity went to their daughters bed, and she knelt down. The little girl was shaking, from fear. Her mother gently moved her blanket from her daughters head and she runs her hand through the small girls brown hair.

“Hey it’s ok, baby. Mama and Papa are right here” she whispers and her daughter rubbed her eyes, she had tears streaming down her face.

“Scared” she sobs and Charity sat on her daughters bed. She gently pulled her daughter in her arms and she cuddled her close.

“I know, mama is scared too, the thunder is loud tonight, isn’t it” she murmured and her daughter looked to her, she gripped on her mother.

“Papa” Emilia sobbed and Ernest knelt next to his wife and he kissed their daughters cheek softly, she rubbed her eyes.

“I’m right here” he whispered and he held on his girls. Wrapping his wife a warm blanket before wrapping his daughter in one. He knew both of his girls needed the comfort and he was going to make sure they got the comfort they needed.

“Scared” Emilia sobbed and her parents both embraced her, her mother holding on her in that mother bear way Charity did, she kissed her daughters forehead and Ernest added extra cuddle, holding on his daughter and wife.

“Papa has got you, my beautiful girl” he assures his daughter and presses a kiss to his wifes forehead. “And you know I always have you, my sweet, my darling” he assured his wife. Charity didn’t know how she got lucky to have a husband like Ernest who loved and cherished her. He knew other young women in her shoes when she was 20 would have been married off by their fathers typically. But being married to the love of her life was the best feeling.

The parents stayed with their daughter until she calmed down and Charity yawned, it had been a good while for Emilia to calm down and to drift back off to sleep. Charity leaned against her husband, she was so tired and just wanted to go to sleep.

“Come on” he whispers and he lifted her into his arms, bridal style. He took her back through their quarters.

“As much as I hate storms, I love being in your arms” Charity whispered to her husband and he pressed a soft kiss to her temple. He loved having her in his arms as much as she loved being in his arms.

“As I told you the night there was that awful night after Emilias birth where you were restless, you can wake me up during the night if you can’t sleep and we can talk and I can cuddle you” Ernest whispered to his wife and they kissed. He gently laid her in bed, helping her out her dressing gown, he took his jacket off and he got in bed with her and they held each other.

“I love you” Charity yawned and Ernest squeezed his wife, as she fell into a deep slumber.

“I love you too, my beautiful wife” he whispered and the two of them were soon asleep.