#secretary farlow

[jtownraindancer]

"Ma'am I ain't never been so muddled.

The Secretary smiled at me."

[floralfloyd]

A Field of Flowers - Samuel Castell Chapter 4

Chapter 3           Chapter 5

“Recorder Castell, what are you doing at a time like this?”

Secretary Farlow, a well-dressed gentleman that was very highly regarded amongst some of the town folk. Even at the crack of dawn, his ruff still seeming to sit perfectly around his neck. His beady eyes narrowing into its normal scowl.

Samuel grasped onto the dark green velvet cloak that draped over his left shoulder as he worked on an excuse, something that wouldn’t make the secretary suspect anything. “I had to visit Jocelyn, she sent for me. Not feeling to well and as her soon to be husband I have a duty to be there for her” mentally patting himself on the back he looked back at Farlow.

Raising an eyebrow as he moved to walk past the taller man “Oh what a shame that may be, send my regards to your wife for me” his voice laced with a kind of irony.

The recorder let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding as he managed to slip back into his home without any further questioning.

Lucille had made it back into her shoe box of a house without any interrogation unlike Samuel and as if some kind of magic, as her messed dark auburn hair hit her pillow, she was out cold, into a deep slumber. It had seemed that her conscious had come to rest with the past few day’s events.

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A small grunt elated from Lucille’s soft pink lips as she carried the heavy pales of water. Her caramel coloured shawl slipping more off her shoulders with each step. Temperance Yeardley had given her the day off after noticing how hard the young girl had been working day in, day out. But as it seemed sleep was for the wicked as she had errands to run for her own home.

Her conversation with Mercy was interrupted as Jocelyn came marching over, like an angered bull chasing the red rag that was waved in front of its face.

“Mercy! I thought I demanded that you grab the attention of the doctor right away? But here I find you blabbering away with this common whore” she barked as she eyed Lucille up.

“But ma’am you asked me to fetch a pale of water…” blinking Mercy began to stutter as she tried to recall her Mistress’s words.

“Don’t talk back to me child! Just do it!” Jocelyn raised her hand striking the younger maid. Mercy flinched as she dropped the wooden pale causing its contents to spill before rushing off to find Doctor Priestly

Lucille was stunned at the words “Common whore? Who do you think you are calling me a common whore? Not just that, you lifted your hand to an innocent child, one who only wishes to keep you and your betrothed happy” she snapped as she placed the pales at her feet.

Jocelyn moved forward, closer to the brunette’s ear as she muttered only loud enough for Lucille to hear. “I know about you and Samuel, I know about your late night get together…I warn you, stay away from Samuel or else.” She moved away as if nothing had happened making her way towards the doctor’s.

Leaning down to lift the pails of water, she felt the feeling of fear pent up inside her body, a heavy feeling pressuring down on her shoulders. Reaching her small home, she placed the pales by the soup pots. Lucille sat down on her bed, her hands rubbing her face. What could she mean by or else? She doesn’t truly love him, why does Jocelyn care so much? Her mind reeled over each thought, with each passing moment she felt herself getting more anxious and before long her vision turned black.

Lucille woke hours later with a pounding head, another more pain filled groan left her lips as she got up but it wasn’t just the pounding in her head she could hear but her door.

Quickly standing up she made her way to open the wooden door.

Samuel stood with a worried expression, a sigh releasing from his lips as he saw her standing in front of her. He had originally attended to visit as a token of appreciation on the corn bread she had left to Mercy to bring back but when there was no answer from the door her gazed through the window to see Lucille passed out on the floor. Worry and panic filled the mind of the recorder, his love lay there helpless and he couldn’t do anything, but his mind eased after she finally answered his knocks.

She grabbed his arm pulling him in before quickly shutting the door after checking no one was around. “Samuel! You can’t be seen here; you need to go. Jocelyn knows, she’s warned me…what if she outs me to the Governor? I’ll be hung…” tears began to slide down her pale cheeks as she began to let out ugly sobs.

His arms reached forward pulling her into his chest “shh, pretty girls don’t cry” he whispered soothingly as he rubbed her back. Although, he seemed calm, deep down Samuel was worried, he didn’t know what the full potential of Jocelyn, but he knew he simply couldn’t marry her but needed a plausible reason as to why. “It’s going to be okay. She wouldn’t do such a thing, I’ll be sure of that, just let me handle this. Don’t worry that little head of yours” he held her close until she began to calm down.

Lucille moved a hand up to rub her eyes, but his thumbs had bet her to it as he gently wiped the tears from her face. Her gaze moved up to look into his blue orbs “I’m scared, Samuel…to her, I’m just a common whore” her voice was strained but filled with emotion.

Samuel clenched his jaw before relaxing as he saw the fear that flashed in Lucille’s emerald orbs. “I must go and speak with her…meet me in the field in the moonlight” pressing a soft kiss to her forehead he left swiftly.

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Lucille pulled the silk hood of her cloak up as she stood patiently waiting on her forbidden lover. Her dainty hands shook as she glanced around, scared that she was being watched.

His hands reached forward to place a touch on her shoulder to make her realise he was here but instead it made her jump in fright before soon relaxing as she realised it was safe to do so. Laying a sheet on the ground he motioned for her to sit beside him.

She wordlessly sat down close enough to feel the warmth radiate off his body as she looked at him waiting to see if he would speak first.

“I can’t marry her, Luce, I simply can’t do it. I feel as though she’s betrayed me before I even as much have bound me and her by marriage” his words were followed by an exasperated sigh and his hand moving to grasp hers, an attempt to stop the shakes.

“You need to, Samuel. You were both meant to be together. Her beauty outshines me alone neve rmind her smarts and the ability to wear nice things. I’m just a servant…” her words were stopped as he placed his lips against hers softly before pulling away.

“Lucille…stop it. You are way more beautiful than you give yourself credit for and a lot more gorgeous than Jocelyn. I couldn’t care less about smarts and as for nice things, once I clear things up and break things off with her, I’ll spoil you, buy you gorgeous dresses, nice hats, jewellery and anything your heart desires” he spoke sincerely

“But why? What makes you so sure that you want to be with me and not Jocelyn?” she asked

“Damn it, because I love you Lucille Smith!”

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[bluesfortheredj]

A Beautiful Mistake Pt. 7

Samuel stands up straight away, shielding you with his legs as he moves to block Jocelyn’s view of you as the thought of her eyes upon you again was enough to make him physically sick with rage. He was naturally a very quiet and docile man but after what had happened he was fully prepared to kill for you, and felt fiercely protective.

“Do not take another step into this house,” Samuel hisses as she goes to move inside further, “outside.”

She nods before backing out of the door obligingly while Samuel then turns back to you to bend down and kiss the top of your head, letting his lips linger on your hair as he wishes that you would both just be left alone.

“Stay here, I’ll be back in a moment,” he whispers, “Mercy, can you keep your eye on her please?”

“Yes Master Castell, of course I can,” she nods enthusiastically as he passes her to walk out into the street.

You were scared for him but somehow your body couldn’t move for fear after hearing her voice and remembering those awful events that had only happened the previous day, and you felt completely helpless as you sat there on the floor now sobbing at your own weakness.

“Miss (Y/L/N), please don’t cry,” Mercy says as she kneels next to you, “Master Castell will be ever so upset if he comes back to see you crying, and I don’t like to see you cry either. He’ll be okay, he’s only just outside.”

You lean against Mercy, the poor girl not knowing what to do when you do so, and she tentatively puts her arms around you as your tears finally stop. She almost jumps out of her skin when Samuel enters the house again, slamming the door behind him as he does so, and when he notices you both curled on the floor his first instinct is to pick you up and take you back into the bedroom as Mercy quickly busies herself with fetching water to give you two some privacy.

“You’ve been crying my love,” he sighs as he lays next to you and watches your chest rise and fall hypnotically.

“It was nothing, I just didn’t expect to see her again so soon...” you sigh, turning your head to face him as he lays on his side looking down at you, “what did she say?”

“Not a lot. She was asking questions about what you’d said about her; I didn’t reveal what you’d told me of course.”

You smile up at his handsome face, his own smile tugging at the corners of his mouth but not quite reaching his eyes as the lie about Jocelyn already starts to lay heavy with guilt in the pit of his stomach. She’d actually said quite a lot, mostly about wanting information pertaining to Governor Yeardley, Secretary Farlow, and Marshal Redwick, and the plans for the expansion of the colony. Then she’d gone on to threaten your life if Samuel failed to deliver any credible information to her within the next week.

“What’s wrong my darling?” you ask as you see Samuel’s face change into a frown.

“The wedding,” he says quickly, “we must get on with the planning. We shall be married by the end of the week!”

“Well that’s no time at all,” you chuckle, “that leaves only three days!”

“It’s three days too many,” he sighs, resting his forehead against yours softly.

“Samuel, are you well my love?” you ask, noticing the sad undertones of his voice.

“I’m sorry if I seem distracted sweetheart,” he smiles, “my desperation to call you mine is getting the better of me, and my fingers are aching to touch your skin already, yet I know it’s so forbidden.”

“Samuel, the end of the week will come around so quickly and we’ll be able to express our love in so many more ways with one another,” you whisper as you stroke his cheek softly, “I’m just as desperate for you my love.”

You both move your bodies towards one another on the bed and there’s a moment where the two of you hold your breath as you try not to give in to the urges, and luckily the sounds of Mercy singing from the next room make you part with a smile.

“Mercy, will you come out with me today to help pick flowers for the wedding?” you ask when you go in to see her.

“Oh! Miss (Y/L/N)! I very much would love to do that. Have you decided when you two will be married?” she asks excitedly.

“By the end of the week!” you reply with a grin.

“My goodness! We have so much to do, Miss! Oh my word, there’s the cake, the dress, the gifts, the food!” she lists as she appears to walk around in circles.

“Mercy!” you giggle, taking her shoulders softly and stopping her from making herself dizzy, “it’s okay, it will all work out.”

“Yes, yes of course it will. We need to get going now though!” she says, taking your hand and leading you out of the house, much to Samuel’s amusement.

“Have fun, you two,” he calls out as he leans against the door frame and watches as you both scuttle away happily.

It was true, he was ever so desperate to feel your skin against his, but he also thought that marrying would offer you some kind of protection from Jocelyn and the men that seemed to be under her spell and willing to hurt someone for her. If you both married then you’d be with him day and night, and could always keep a watchful eye over you. He just needed to get something for her to keep her occupied with whatever it was she was planning, and although he knew it was dangerous to meddle, he was in the opportune job as company recorder. This would be the only time. It had to be.

“Mistress Castell...” Mercy says without thinking as you walk through the settlement, “oh, I didn’t mean to… I’m so sorry… It just… I’m excited is all.”

“It’s okay Mercy,” you chuckle, “it sounds nice, doesn’t it?”

“Oh it does, and it very much suits you more than anyone else!” she grins.

“That means a lot, thank you.”

“Master Castell loves you very much, Miss. I saw his face when master Read’s name was called for you, I’d never seen such sadness in it.”

“Dear Mercy,” you smile, taking her hands in yours, “I love him more than words can say, and I promise I will bring him all the joy I can in life.”

“That’s beautiful. I hope to have a love like yours one day,” she says, tearing up a little.

“You will, and it will be just as wonderful.”

You both carry on your walk arm in arm until James Read catches your attention and the two of you walk over to his forge to see what he has to say.

“What did Jocelyn want earlier?” he asks with concern.

“She spoke to Samuel outside, so I don’t know exactly what their conversation was about, but I’m sure he would have said if-”

“(Y/N), you have to believe me now, that woman is out to hurt you. Samuel may want to protect you from what they spoke about, but I know she made some sort of threat towards you judging by his reaction. Please talk to him and get him to tell you the truth, I beg you,” James says, taking your hand between his, “I can’t see anything bad happen to you.”

You look down at your hand in his and slowly slip it out of his grasp then turn to Mercy with a forced smile.

“Mercy, could you pick some flowers for the wedding please? And possibly get the ingredients for the cake? Would that be okay?”

“Of course Mistress Castell… Oh, sorry… Miss (Y/L/N).”

She hurries off, a little worried over James’ obvious affections for you and his meddling, but she knows that your love for Samuel would overcome anything, even if he did keep this matter from you.

“What if you’re wrong?” you ask him.

“I’m not, because I would have reacted exactly the same way if she had threatened harm against you, to me.”

“You mean Alice.”

“No. You,” he says sincerely, “you’re marrying Castell soon then?”

“The end of the week,” you nod.

“Then I promise to keep my feelings locked inside this chest,” he sighs.

“I don’t understand,” you frown, “Alice is the one for you.”

“I don’t fully understand it myself, but a part of my heart left with you when Samuel took you that day.”

You look at his glistening eyes and take his hand in yours, running your fingers over his dusty, bruised, and injured skin. Who knew that the blacksmith would have such a deep and loving heart inside him under all those layers of dirt that adorned his skin?

“I need to speak to Samuel about his conversation,” you say, keeping your eyes fixed at the ground.

“Of course,” James whispers.

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[uniquestream]

Jamestown: Season 2 Episode 5 There's a big revelation when Secretary Farlow returns from England with a charming alchemist. Marie turns to the Rutters when she gets framed for a crime.

[burngormania]

Lucky enough to be playing two gents who visited Virginia many years ago & over 150 years apart. Secretary Farlow in #Jamestown @sky1uk @jamestownofficial and Major Hewlett #turnwashingtonsspies @turn_amc @amc_tv Its been a privilege playing both and hope you can join us for #jamestown Season 1 #turnwashingtonsspies Season 4 #majorhewlett #farlow #englishmenabroad #usa 🇺🇸🇬🇧#uk #historical #1776 #1619

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[calamity-bean]

RedandToby just looked at Jamestown IMDb & Farlow mentioned in 1.2 plot blurb, but BG not listed on 1.2 cast list. Any idea which data we should believe? Hope the blurb since BG's had so many spiffy duds, he's been in quite a few scenes. RadioTimes bio says he's dandyish company secretary w/callous streak who wants to undermine governor. So he has a high level job. Just hope his mean streak---notice BG can stand 4 Burn Gorman & bad guys, which he luvs to play---doesn't mean gets caught & killed

I actually haven’t started watching Jamestown yet, and I haven’t been reading much of the press around it either, so I’m afraid I can’t help you there! I’m looking forward to starting when I get a chance, though. 

If anyone else knows, feel free to jump in.

[laviniafosterpeck]

[jtownraindancer]

The Swan Song of Nicholas Farlow

aka The Moment I Truly Came to Love Him.

[jtownraindancer]

"We must accommodate Simeon at all costs.

He will prove most beneficial to us."

[bluesfortheredj]

A Beautiful Mistake Pt. 8

James was at the forefront of your mind right now with his admission of feelings, but as you hurried back to Samuel you tried your best to push those thoughts to the back of your mind, because there were much more important things to be concentrating on. You rush through the front door, much to Samuel’s surprise, and he leaps out of his seat to greet you, worrying that something has happened.

“Is everything well, my love?” he asks as he takes your hands in his.

“Samuel… I need to ask you a question, and I need you to tell me the truth,” you say sternly as he leads you over to sit down next to him.

“Of course, I promise I would never lie to you.”

“I’m afraid you have already, but I need you to speak honestly now… What exactly did Jocelyn say to you, and did she threaten harm against me?”

Samuel’s face falls at your question, knowing that he had to tell you everything now even though he so desperately wanted to keep you safe from Jocelyn’s wicked ways, and he lets out a sigh as he shuffles closer to you on the seat and places your hands on his thigh so he can stroke your fingers as he explains.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N), I’m so sorry,” he sighs, “the only reason I didn’t fully explain what she’d said was because in some twisted way I was trying to protect you from it all. I saw how you reacted when you looked at her; you were crying uncontrollably and I just wanted to shield you from everything. It was the wrong decision of course, because you’re such a strong woman, I wasn’t thinking straight. She wants information from me, well, from Governor Yeardley, Secretary Farlow, and Marshal Redwick to be more specific, and if I don’t deliver something credible to her within a week...” he trails off and takes a deep breath, “she threatened that something would happen to you which would be longer lasting than what happened before.”

“Oh, Samuel,” you sigh sadly, “please don’t do it, don’t put yourself in danger like that. What if they find out what you’re doing? Those kind of men won’t take kindly to being spied on like that. You mustn’t go through with this.”

“I have to, I cannot let anything else happen to you,” he frowns.

“No, I won’t let you Samuel…” you pause as your thoughts race, then look up at him as soon as the idea flashes in your mind, “I’ll do it.”

“You… No! Absolutely not, (Y/N),” he replies angrily.

“Let me explain… It would be better if I did it, as no one would expect me to be listening to what’s going on, or taking any notice, and if word did get back about information being shared then the blame would not fall on you.”

Samuel mulls it over as he searches your eyes for any kind of doubt in your plan but there was none; you loved him far to much to allow him to put himself in danger for you, and there was no way you were going to let Jocelyn have any power over him like this. You wait quietly for his reply and as he realises that this would be a better way of going about what he’d been asked to do, he lets out a defeated breath.

“Only this once,” he says, “never again.”

“Only this once,” you nod, stroking his cheek softly, “I love you.”

“I love you too, more than I can express. Oh, (Y/N), I cannot wait to become your husband,” he says as he leans his forehead down against yours and closes his eyes.

“Mistress Castell!” Mercy pants as she comes bursting through the door with flowers under her arms, “sorry, Miss (Y/L/N), it’s Master Read! He’s been hurt and he’s asking for you!”

“Where’s Alice?” you ask as Samuel looks between you and Mercy with confusion.

“She… She’s gone to the Sharrow’s farm, went this morning and hasn’t returned yet,” Mercy explains.

“Come with me Samuel,” you say as you stand and hold your hand out for his.

He takes it without hesitation and you both walk hurriedly over to James’ house where you find him nursing a head wound that was bleeding quite badly into a bucket as he tried to hold a rag over it.

“James,” you gasp, letting go of Samuel’s hand and going to kneel in front of the injured man, “oh goodness, what happened? Samuel, could you get Doctor Priestley please?”

“Of course my love,” he nods before disappearing.

“This was Jocelyn,” James whispers as soon as Samuel’s gone, “that woman is a menace, and I swear on my life I will kill her if she goes anywhere near you again.”

“James, don’t say such things,” you frown as you take over holding the piece of cloth to try and stem the bleeding.

“I love you, (Y/N), she knows it and she’s going to use that against me-”

“Right, what seems to be the problem?” Doctor Priestley asks as he walks in with Samuel close behind.

You stand up and step back from him until Samuel captures you in his arms, wrapping them tightly around your body as his fingers grab fistfuls of fabric from your dress, and you hold onto his forearms as James keeps his eyes fixed on you while the Doctor tends to his wound.

“We should go,” you whisper as you turn yourself around to face Samuel.

He nods in agreement after hearing James’ confession to you and leads you outside into the suddenly damp and heavy air; although that could of course be in your imagination after James’ bold words. Samuel brings your arm up to link through his before diverting off course and steering you towards the gates of Jamestown with the two of you exiting the settlement in silence.

“It appears our lives are not the only ones being affected by that woman,” Samuel states matter of factly as you wander down by the river, “she’s doing a lot of damage to people here, but I promise she will never come between us.”

“Did you hear what James told me?” you ask tentatively, already knowing the answer.

“That man does not speak as quietly as he thinks he does… I do not believe he said it for any personal gain.”

You both stand in silence as you watch the water ripple up to the edge of the embankment, both of you unsure of what to say next about this ever increasingly chaotic situation you suddenly found yourselves in.

“I should have left that day. None of this would have happened if I had just got down to the dock and walked onto a boat without a word to anyone,” you sigh sadly as you try to slide your arm away from Samuel.

“I would have found you, I would have brought you back to Jamestown to be my wife, make no mistake,” he frowns as he grips your hand to prevent you from moving away from him, “do not let anyone make you think this is your fault.”

You look out at the calm waters before moving around to stand in front of Samuel and reaching both hands up to land gently on his cheeks, then you slowly bring him down towards your lips until you’re able to capture his with a loving kiss. It soon turns heated as his hands grasp your hips and pull them into his body; the two of you becoming breathless as you fight your sexual urges.

“Samuel,” you pant as you break apart, “we mustn’t.”

“Your lips are so sweet, I can only imagine what the rest of you tastes like,” he breathes.

You gasp as you step away from him to take a breath and create some distance before one of you escalates the situation, but he follows you to take your hand in his and place it upon his cheek once more.

“Promise me we will not give another thought to anyone else until we’re married,” Samuel pleads as his worries surface, and you frown at his words.

“I’ll never give another thought to anyone as long as we live my love. You’re everything, my absolute world,” you reply.

He sighs in relief and briefly closes his eyes as he leans into the palm of your hand, and you slide your other hand up the front of his waistcoat to let your fingers play lightly with the small buttons.

“How I’ve longed for you to say those words to me,” he breathes.

“Let’s get back home my love, we have a wedding to plan,” you smile.

The two of you walk happily back to Jamestown, so completely wrapped up in one another that you take no notice of the watchful eyes of both James and Jocelyn; one looking on in despair at the sight of you so happy, and the other with a scheming glare.

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