It's December 9th, 1865 in north Yorkshire, England the strong walls of Castle Howard can keep out our enemies but not the cold . The night is frost bitten and swift with its frozen winds. As I lay in my quarters thinking of the days to come. In three days time my suitor will arrive to take my hand in wedded bliss but what is marriage with out love and romance it's a sham that's what it is. As I take a large yawn I say aloud "I am Victoria Rose Petra the 1st Duchess of Yorkshire, England and I will not stand for it". As I drift off to sleep I try to imagine what my soon to be husband will look like, smell like, and act like.
The next morning when I awaken I brush the knots out of my long golden blond hair and rinse my soft fair skinned hands. As I walk down the stairs to join my father for breakfast the smell of the oatmeal and Cinnamon fill my nostrils I sit by my father and he asks "is that really what you are wearing to meet Duke Philip today?" I gasped "What?! I thought he was coming tomorrow." I ran upstairs to change. I rummage through my wardrobe trying to find the right dress to impress him with. "I found it" I pull out a long blue Persian silk dress with white lace and a simple white ribbon. I remember when my mom once told this dress compliments my green eyes well when she was still alive. I hope she's watching over me. My shoes make it hard to walk down the stairs of my tower I almost trip but I catch myself. once I make my way down the hall of the eastern wing to get to the front door. My father yells hurry my dear they are coming. I ran to stand by my Father they finally pull up their carriage was incredible it was painted white and had many beautiful swirls.
The next morning when I awaken I brush the knots out of my long golden blond hair and rinse my soft fair skinned hands. As I walk down the stairs to join my father for breakfast the smell of the oatmeal and Cinnamon fill my nostrils I sit by my father and he asks "is that really what you are wearing to meet Duke Philip today?" I gasped "What?! I thought he was coming tomorrow." I ran upstairs to change. I rummage through my wardrobe trying to find the right dress to impress him with. "I found it" I pull out a long blue Persian silk dress with white lace and a simple white ribbon. I remember when my mom once told this dress compliments my green eyes well when she was still alive. I hope she's watching over me. My shoes make it hard to walk down the stairs of my tower I almost trip but I catch myself. once I make my way down the hall of the eastern wing to get to the front door. My father yells hurry my dear they are coming. I ran to stand by my Father they finally pull up their carriage was incredible it was painted white and had many beautiful swirls.
I like the setting of your story, especially the time period.
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