Book 2 from that rigged duel, I knew that old fossil cheated… it was the only time I spend so much diamonds just to destroy him.
I have regency fever since watching the Bridgerton I might have watch pride and prejudice so many times. My favorite is Benedict , he’s so relatable and adorable.
Summary: Roselyn Sinclaire reflects in her actions toward her ex-husband.
Characters: Ernest Sinclaire; Roselyn Sinclaire. The mentioned characters belong to Pixelberry. No copyright infringement intended.
Word Count: +/- 1550
Rating:Teen +, maybe M
Warnings: Mention of childbirth; Mention of rape; Mention of prostitution; Mention of adultery; Desire and Decorum book spoilers; Reader’s discretion is advised. ⚠️
Notes:
⚜English is not my first language. Please, excuse me for any typos /or grammatical errors.
Several times a day I have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. I’m back at my London townhouse! It feels so good to be wrapped in a soft silky dress, be sprawled in a comfortable armchair, feel the warmth of the fireplace in my bones!
A few weeks after I knocked at Ledford Park’s door, Ernest decided that it would be more convenient to come here because of the approach childbirth due date. He hasn’t told me yet, but I heard the staff comment the master had hired the best midwife in London to help me.
My heart aches thinking about the days I spent at the women’s shelter. I fell into that situation as a result of my bad choices. It was a fair punishment for my vanity and lust. However, that was not the case for most of my housemates. Some of the women I met there were just girls who had been raped by strangers; others had become prostitutes so as not to starve and took refuge there to not have their babies in the middle of the dirty streets.
The thought of childbirth moment sent a shiver down my spine. I remember waking up at dawn with my mother’s screams while she was having my younger brother. Despite the nanny’s efforts to try to stop me, I managed to peek through the crack in the door. It was a frightening sight. I asked my nanny why mum was in so much pain. “God said to the woman ‘I will surely multiply your pain in childbearing; in pain, you shall bring forth children.’ The pain is the price to pay for the sin,” the nanny replied. If the pain is proportionate to the sin, then I will have a great tribulation ahead. However, the memory of my mother nursing my little brother the next day, make the memories of the night before seemed to have been just a bad dream. I remember thinking how a God’s punishment could be so cute?
This was really an interesting read! I actually felt for Roselyn here, her regret over everything is clear. But sadly, some things can’t be undone and she has to live with the mistake she made poor Ernest.
@park-nazario Thank you so much for reading and rebloging! I’m happy you enjoyed it!
Desire and Decorum (book3), Mr Sinclaire x MC (Contess Beatrice of Edgewater)
Disclaimer:The characters belong to Pixelberry. I only own my OC. No copyright infringement intended. The last dialougue’s lines in italics are a quoted diretly from the book
Please Note: English is not my first language. Please, excuse me any typos and/or grammatical errors.
Rating:PG-13
So, when I played Desire and Decorum’s last chapter, I chose the option“I love you, but I’m angry”and soon after, I regretted it. In the next day, while I was talking with friend, this idea came up and I couldn’t let it go. That’s what I think could have happened next:
‘My anger is temporary, but my love for you is eternal,’ she said it cupping his cheeks and resting her forehead in his. Then, Beatrice kissed him tenderly. He kissed her back desperately. He wraped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. They kissed until felt bretheless.
‘For a moment, I was afraid of losing you… Your anger is legitim, Beatrice. I should have told you sooner…’
‘You’ll never lose me, my Ernest,’ she assured him with another fervent kiss.
She was running her hands through his hair, playing with some of his curls.
‘You really like them, don’t you?’ Mr. Sinclaire asked.
Beatrice answered with a mischievous smirk.
‘Sometimes, I think you like them more than you like me,’ he said teasingly
‘I beg your pardon, Mr. Sinclaire? Let me remind you how much I love you,’ she responded sliding her cold hands under his waistcoat.
His body heat radiated through his clothes.
‘Do you think is too hot here Mr.Sinclaire?’ Beatrice asked tugging his waistcoat.
‘Would you care to do something about it, honorable Countess?’
Beatrice started to undressed him while she planted kisses along his jawline
‘You are really become an expert,’ Mr. Sinclaire praised delighted
‘I just follow the best examples,’ she murmured kissing his neck.
Ernest groaned and started to lifting up her skirt, brushing his fingers along the way. Then, they heard a knock at the door. Once, twice, three times…
‘My lady, as much as love carry on with this…I must…’ she interromped kissing him, ‘I’m waiting for an important menssage’
Beatrice kiss him one last time and helped him to getting decent again.
‘Come in!’ Mr. Sinclaire.
The butler handed him a letter and left the room. Mr Sinclaire opened it and read it carefully. He looked disappointed.
‘What’s going on, Mr Sinclaire? Bad news?’ Beatrice asked worried.
‘Actually, the problem is the absence of news.’
‘I’m not sure if I’m understanding you, Sir..’
‘As soon as he appeared, I hired a person to investigate Comte Renard and apparently he is a ghost. No one has heard a word about him for years and, suddenly, he reappeared a few months ago.’
‘Now, I think it’s best if we press on. We must act fast!’ exclaimed Beatrice.
‘There is one thing that has been troubling me. What happened to the real Comte Renard?’
Summary: Roselyn Sinclaire reflects in her actions toward her ex-husband.
Characters: Ernest Sinclaire; Roselyn Sinclaire. The mentioned characters belong to Pixelberry. No copyright infringement intended.
Word Count: +/- 1550
Rating:Teen +, maybe M
Warnings: Mention of childbirth; Mention of rape; Mention of prostitution; Mention of adultery; Desire and Decorum book spoilers; Reader’s discretion is advised. ⚠️
Notes:
⚜English is not my first language. Please, excuse me for any typos /or grammatical errors.
Several times a day I have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. I’m back at my London townhouse! It feels so good to be wrapped in a soft silky dress, be sprawled in a comfortable armchair, feel the warmth of the fireplace in my bones!
A few weeks after I knocked at Ledford Park’s door, Ernest decided that it would be more convenient to come here because of the approach childbirth due date. He hasn’t told me yet, but I heard the staff comment the master had hired the best midwife in London to help me.
My heart aches thinking about the days I spent at the women’s shelter. I fell into that situation as a result of my bad choices. It was a fair punishment for my vanity and lust. However, that was not the case for most of my housemates. Some of the women I met there were just girls who had been raped by strangers; others had become prostitutes so as not to starve and took refuge there to not have their babies in the middle of the dirty streets.
The thought of childbirth moment sent a shiver down my spine. I remember waking up at dawn with my mother’s screams while she was having my younger brother. Despite the nanny’s efforts to try to stop me, I managed to peek through the crack in the door. It was a frightening sight. I asked my nanny why mum was in so much pain. “God said to the woman ‘I will surely multiply your pain in childbearing; in pain, you shall bring forth children.’ The pain is the price to pay for the sin,” the nanny replied. If the pain is proportionate to the sin, then I will have a great tribulation ahead. However, the memory of my mother nursing my little brother the next day, make the memories of the night before seemed to have been just a bad dream. I remember thinking how a God’s punishment could be so cute?
