thornswish2012

It was 1800, and Lydia Elizabeth Kiddle was to be married the next day to the Duchess’ son. She was only 16 years old. She didn’t want to be married to the Duchess’ son. He was not a gentleman, and he would most certainly not treat her like the young lady she was. She didn’t understand why she had to marry now. Yet it was her father’s wish. She didn’t always have to obey her father. Not today, at least. She was writing a letter to her father stating that she did not wish to be married and never will be. She had almost finished the last word when she heard someone knock on her bedroom door. “Mistress,

Many things were going through her mind as she walked down the dirt road away from her home. How could they have done this to her? To her?! It didn't make any sense. Why would they call her those names that she never expected to be called? Why did they treat her like scum? Why did they let those men take her away......She looked at the bruises that were left on her wrists from where she had been held down. Her family had let three strange men take her away as payment for the debt they owed. Lord knew what her troublesome family had gotten into now. She never wanted to be a part of it. They never let her know what they were doing. Up until now