England - Past - part 1

1872 – England

The streets of London were just the usual gloom as fogs clouded the streets making everything swamp in like a fish bowl that had been unwashed for weeks. The morning sun ray struggle to cut through all these fogs making the people on the street hurdle even faster to reach their destination, the sound of the morning newspaper boy yelling on the street was crystal clear enough to grab enough attention to make people stop.

“Come buy one! Come buy one!

Just fresh print! Just fresh print!

The murderer of the 3 women is to be convicted at court!”

It was enough title to grab the attention of Laveda, no, her current name is Rosheen or it should be officially Princess Rosheen of Wales. She was oddly given a province of the Great Britain by her aunt Queen Victoria, due to her success in trading throughout the country bringing new excitement into the country. Rosheen only made a faint smile onto her face as she slide the scarf onto her hat as she walked down the streets, her maiden right behind her as she could hear the maiden rambling. “Madam, it is ill advice that you took the carriage, after all it is such an awful weather.” Rosheen simply brushed rambling words off as she turned enough to give a faint glare.

Rosheen’s mind was somewhere else though, considering the fact she was still overwhelm by the title her aunt had granted her. She was wondering if it had something to do with Prince Alfred, though she dared to ask. It was like stepping on eggshell around her aunt, she couldn’t afford to break her poor aunt’s heart anymore. Rosheen glanced up into the gloomy sky as she walked down another path toward the Palace, she didn’t like the carriage much at all, and the faint rumbling on the stone pebble bouncing off the wheels, vibrating up onto her flesh simply means discomfort for her.

The city bell rung, indicating the time at 10a.m, perfect timing, Rosheen thought as she stopped at a house near the royal Palace, her hand knocked onto the door a few times before someone opened up. “Madam, you are on perceives as usual.” Rosheen faintly smiled as she lifted the hem of her dress faintly before entering and taking off her hat and scarf. She handed those to her maiden as her last was her gloves off her hand. Her maiden handed her back a pair of silk gloves as she wore in return. “I presume everything is fine and well?” Rosheen asked in causal a she swept into the small office building stopping only to pick up the envelop that were stacked onto the desk.

“Everything had been on time, though the storm season is quite a wreck for our shipments.” A male walked in from another room as he halted bowing toward Rosheen. Rosheen waver her hand as she slice open envelops with her opener, her dark blue eyes were skimming through the reading fast; work was needed to be done to keep the economics of this empire running. “What else, Sir Johnson? As I felt delightfully overwhelm honor to have you in my small office.” Rosheen spoke in her usual tone of business tone that held a sharp edge, it was differ from her usual lay back lazy tone of voice, and she didn’t want to waste time on things that could have been done this moment.

“I was wondering if a fine lady like you would like to endure into some afternoon tea with my sisters.” It was enough to snap Rosheen for a split second to make her sigh heavily making her eyes pierce into the eyes of the male. Her lips pinch down hard trying to swallow the ungraceful words down as she blinked for a moment to regain her emotion once more. “Sir, I would delightfully entertain them if the stack of problems would disappear, as you could tell this current moment is impossible to be concluded.” She than show where the door was as indicating the male was to be dismissed.

Rosheen felt a wave of headache coming again, it was the same thing she had done over and over again as she turned down a lot of men over the years after she turned 16. It wasn’t the fact she wasn’t interested, just she had seen enough in her life already, enough to a degree she didn’t wish to be in love with someone and watch them pass away as her life would just keep cycling onward into another life.