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As I lay exhausted and aching all over, the blankets draped over me on Maria’s bed, I realised I’d never been this happy or this satisfied. Pressing the bell in the wall above my head would bring servants racing to my room to attend to my every desire. It was all so different to how I thought my life would go.
I was brought up in a tiny village, my childhood spent slaving over our smallholding, tending to father’s animals or weeding his crops, wishing all the while that there might be more to life than farming. I had little hope for the future. The girls in my village either got married and tended to their husband instead of their land, or they remained with their parents forever. I yearned for something more but had no idea how such a thing might be achieved or even what that something might be.
It all changed when I was standing next to the fire at the end of yet another exhausting day not long after turning eighteen, trying to warm my frozen mud coated fingers at the pathetic flickering flame in the grate. Rain dripped from the end of my thin dress, the fabric clinging to my skin and making me even colder.
My father coughed behind me to attract my attention. I turned in time to see him put down his tankard of ale and fold his arms across the ragged woollen jumper covering his chest. His expression scared me, it looked as if he was about to tell me something he knew would upset me.
“Lizzie my girl,” he said, taking a deep breath before continuing. “You’re eighteen now.”
“I am aware of that father,” I replied, pushing my back towards the fire, hoping the ice in my limbs might thaw at least a little. “I thought you were not though.”
“Meaning?”
“No gift for becoming an [adult](https://storyva.com/stories/adult/), not even a mention of my birthday.”
“I was at market,” he shrugged. “Tell me Lizzie, do you have any intentions of marrying?”
“No father.”
“No boys who catch your eye? Jonathan perhaps?”
“The baker’s son? He has his interests elsewhere, in the farmyard if rumours are to be believed.”
“No one else?”
“No father.”
“I thought not.” He lapsed into silence for a moment as if trying to decide how to word what he wanted to say. “I have a new wife,” he said at last
I almost fell backwards into the fire. “Mother’s only been dead for six months. Did you meet her at the funeral?”
The door scraped open and a short figure in black walked in with an umbrella over her head. She shook the raindrops from it before folding it and turning to me, lifting her veil as she did so. She looked little older than me but her eyes had the icy coldness of a woman who has seen much and done much, none of it wholesome. I glanced down at her well fed body and buxom chest, so different to my own undersized and malnourished frame.
“My case is sitting in the rain,” she said bluntly. “Is it to remain there all day?”
“No of course not my [love](https://storyva.com/stories/love/),” father said. “Lizzie, go and fetch it.”
“What? Why can she not bring it in herself?”
“Because I am a weak woman,” she said, her bulky arms betraying her lie. “Do as your father says.”
I opened my mouth to protest but then closed it again. It wasn’t worth the fight. Walking outside into the rain, I found two large and heavy cases dumped in the mud by the driver of a carriage who was already climbing back behind his horses.
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