(Prologue)
Everyone
had them on their backs. Appearing mysteriously on one’s sixteenth
birth moon, tattooed in big black marks, would be sketched two names.
Names that would change the owner’s life forever. One was the
lover. The other – the killer.
I
only had one.
Since
my sixteenth birthday, the only person I’d ever told was my mother.
She’d come into my room to find me straining my neck in front of
the mirror, searching for the other name. She’d helped me look,
loosening the skeleton of my corset and pulling back the strings.
However, no other mark appeared next to the one lying in the hollow
of my spine. Tears filled my eyes and I cried bitterly on what should
have been a happy day.
Ever
since that dreadful moment, I avoided every boy and man. That wasn’t
very difficult. Propriety in England demanded a certain degree of
decorum between the upper classes. Usually, a girl was not to speak
to a man until her coming out party. Of course, many a giggling
female found a way to coast a flirtatious conversation before that
time. I was marked as a prude for never participating.
The
only men I happily entertained were my brothers. Every day, I had one
beside me to keep me company. They were my teachers as well as my
guardians. From them I learnt how to ride a mighty stallion, to fence
like a dancer, to win at cards and to drink a strong draught of ale.
A
course of four years passed by, all care free and full of happiness.
Then, on the eve of my twenty-first birthday, a dark shadow cast
itself across our household. My darling mother – the angel, the
light of my life – took ill. For weeks we watched her health
decline as the doctors stood by, useless. At the very last, after
saying goodbye to my father and brothers, she caressed my nutbrown
hair and whispered in my ear with her final breath -
“Let
love take its course.”
(The
Ball)
A
girl lay sprawled out on her bed, one rosy cheek cupped in her hand
and her long deep chestnut curls hanging down her side as she read a
thick volume, ignoring the commotion of people strolling into the
hall down below. Guests were coming, fluttering and twittering like
birds, excited for the ball in her honor. Yet the girl stayed holed
up in her room and made no motion to get ready. She seemed lost in an
entirely different world, floating among the pages of buccaneers and
the search for treasure.
A
knock sounded on the door. “Julia, dear? Are you ready?”
The
girl turned another page. “In a moment, Father,” she called back
absently. The knob turned and a tall man stepped through. He was
quite handsome, sporting fine broad shoulders and a dignified brow.
The few gray hairs that lined the sides of his head did not age him,
but gave the man a polished, genteel look. His eyes twinkled merrily
as he gazed upon his youngest child.
“Julia!
Your still in your nightdress!” He admonished.
The
girl looked up, startled and slightly dazed from leaving her world of
dreams in the pages before her. She then gazed down at her clothes.
“Oh! I quite forgot about the party and must have put these on
instead,” she mumbled.
“Come,
child,” the man grabbed his daughter’s hands and pulled her up
from the bed. “One mustn’t leave the guests waiting. The party
can’t proceed until you arrive.”
Julia
nodded and opened up her wardrobe reluctantly. Her father patted her
shoulder and pressed a kiss to her brow before making for the door.
“I
will send up Nancy to help you get ready,” he said before leaving
the room. Even though he shut the door behind him, Julia could hear
him mutter to himself, “I thought girls liked parties?”
A
wave of guilt flooded Julia’s chest and she felt remorseful over
her behavior. Yet, that could not prevent the feeling of foreboding
that coursed through her blood. If only her mother were here!
Nancy
came in and helped Julia tighten the strings of her corset and slip
the dress over her head. It hugged at her bones so nicely that it
gave the illusion of curves where there were none. Hanging to the
ground in elegant pools of golden fabric, Julia felt as if she were
Midas’ own daughter. The light glinted off the rich threads and
caused them to sparkle when she spun around the room.
“Oh,
you must feel like a princess, miss!” The maid cried out, clapping
eagerly.
Julia
smiled. “Yes, I do.”
“Perhaps
you shall meet your prince!”
Julia’s
smile fell. “Perhaps,” she replied, biting her lip.
“Don’t
worry, miss. Many a fella will dance with you,” Nancy continued
guiding Julia to the chair before her vanity and began plaiting her
hair. “You shall have your pick of them before the night is
through.”
Julia
didn’t say a word. Her brow knit itself in worry as Nancy hummed
while she pinned her mistresses’ hair up in a delicate top-not.
“There!”
she cried in satisfaction, before grabbing a little hand-mirror so
that Julia could view the masterpiece.
“Thank
you, Nancy,” Julia gasped, “It’s truly lovely.”
The
young maid shrugged. “It’s easy when I’ve to work with such
lovely hair as yours. Now don’t keep them all waiting!” She gave
her mistress a little shove towards the door.
Julia
stumbled unwillingly and placed a gloved hand on the knob. Turning it
and opening the door a crack, she peeped her head out. Laughter and
gaiety flooded her ears, welcoming sounds. Yet, Julia’s tuned ears
could pick out every unknown gentleman’s voice. One of those voices
could be his.
“Don’t
forget your dance card, miss.” Nancy pushed the door wide open and
held out the sheet of paper filled with blank lines – lines that
were expected to be full by the night’s end.
Taking
the card, Julia eased her fluttering heart and turned away from the
safety of her bedroom. Holding her head held high, she ran her finger
along the balcony’s ebony wood before taking her first step down.
*
* *
Her
brothers, all five of them, surrounded her immediately once she
reached the bottom of the staircase. The eldest, George, held out his
arm for Julia to take, a big grin spread across his face. Seeing him,
seeing them all, made Julia happy and she took her brother’s arm
with a proud flourish. With that, George escorted her into the
ballroom with Tom, Harry, John, and Nathan flanking them behind.
A
hush fell over the room when the family entered the room. If she
hadn’t been with her brothers, Julia would have felt intimidated by
the fierce, glorious spectacle that met her eyes. Yet, no number of
sparkling jewels, glittering dresses, and pressed tuxedoes could take
away the cloak of safety the young girl felt when surrounded by her
protective family.
Guiding
her through the room, George took his sister to their table. Like a
bug under a microscope, Julia could feel everyone’s eyes upon her.
Sitting down, she smiled back on the group peering at her, till her
eyes fell upon a set of piercing blue. Once met, she could not bring
herself to look away. The mark on her back throbbed and she knew …
she knew … she was doomed.
His
name was Romney.
She knew that even before he stepped forward to be introduced.
The
man’s flaxen hair was slicked back from his forehead. He grinned
charmingly at Julia after her father had introduced them and begged
for the honor of the first dance.
She
should have said no. She wanted to. But as Julia looked into those
sea-green eyes, her heart began to pound and her mouth refused to
speak. She could only watch helplessly as Romney took her hand and
kissed it slowly, before escorting her down to the middle of the
floor for the first waltz.
The
orchestra strung up their instruments and began to play a soft,
wistful melody. The young man took Julia in his strong arms, and the
girl found herself somewhat short of breath. Guiding her gently
through the paces, the young couple began to dance. Romney never
stopped gazing down at Julia. His stare was intent and focused, as if
he never wished to let her out of his sight. It made Julia feel
bashful, and a little irritated.
Finally
able to bear it no longer, she hissed, “Why do you stare so?”
The
young man raised his brows, amused. “What? At you milady?” She
nodded. “Is it not enough that I find my present partner beguiling
to look upon?” he asked.
Julia
flushed and ducked her head.
Romney
chuckled and spun her around. Once she was back in his arms, he
lowered his head till it was level with her ear. “I’ve been
looking for you ever since I turned sixteen,” he whispered
hoarsely.
Julia
started back, which Romney quickly turned into a dip, thus finishing
their dance rather dramatically. The music stopped and several people
clapped enthusiastically. However, once she was back on her feet,
Julia could see that many of the young ladies about the room did not
look pleased. For each one glared at her haughtily and thrust her fan
about with a certain degree of vengeance.
As
soon as Romney brought Julia back to her brothers, he was accosted by
a flock of girls. They surrounded him on all sides, giggling and
waving their hands delicately as they talked. The young man seemed
pleased with the attention. At least, that’s what Julia’s
brothers said. They laughed and each one declared that he wished he
was in Romney’s shoes.
“And
yet he chose you, captain,” George told Julia with a light squeeze
of her neck.
“But
did she choose him?” Tom inquired curiously, stroking his chin as
he examined his little sister.
“Well,
we shall soon find out,” John answered for her.
The
night carried on with great merriment. There was food and drink
a-plenty for all, gay conversation, much dancing, and a great deal of
flirting. Julia danced a turn with each of her brothers, yet was not
asked by any other man present except for Romney.
Julia
watched her dance card fill with the young man’s name. Nathan saw
that his sister was worried. So, he explained the situation to her.
Apparently, when Romney had taken her as a partner for the first
dance, he had claimed her as his soulmate.
“What!”
Julia cried, making Nathan hush her as people turned to look
curiously at the two. Her brother smiled through his teeth before
smacking the underarm of his sister. “Hey!” she cried, but
quieter this time.
“At
a girl’s coming out ball, the first dance is reserved specifically
for family members,” Nathan explained, “Thus, you would have
danced with one of us. However, an exception is made for the
soulmate, should he ever make the claim. And Romney did.” Nathan’s
eyes teared up as he spoke those words.
“I
… I didn’t know,” Julia whispered back anxiously.
“We
didn’t expect you to.”
Enlightened
to this new information, Julia viewed the rest of the evening with
new vision. She knew her killer. And he planned to marry her.
(The
Accident)
For
weeks after the ball, Romney would call on Julia regularly. She
always refused to see him. Yet, the man continued to persist in
passing by her house every day. Even when it rained, Julia would look
out her window and see him standing outside the gate, water dripping
off his top hat and down his overcoat, looking as neglected and
forlorn as a lost puppy. It got so, that even her brothers began to
pity him.
It
was Nathan, the youngest brother, who decided to invite Romney in and
sit to tea. Julia stayed upstairs in her room, but she could hear her
brother’s laughter mingling with the stranger’s as they
conversed. After the call ended and Romney had left, Nathan told her
over supper about how charming the young man was and who enjoyed all
the same things that he did. Julia’s heart dropped when her brother
continued to go on and on, singing the man’s praises. They had even
scheduled a date to go out hunting the following week.
After
that, Romney was always welcome. Julia began to feel like a hermit,
due to the time she spent in her room, and she hardly ever saw her
brothers anymore since Romney often was in their midst. What was
worse was that her brothers seemed eager to play matchmaker. They
were always approaching her and giving little messages of things that
Romney had said. Nathan in particular had become the man’s
confidante and would even slip love notes under Julia’s bedroom
door.
The
notes were always thrown into the fire, unopened with their red seals
melting away in the heat like blood.
Julia
was sure that nothing could change the hate she felt for that man. He
was to become her killer, tearing her away from her life here among
her loving father and brothers. She could not accept that fate. She
wouldn’t.
However,
one day … everything changed.
First
thing that was heard was all the dogs barking in the stable yard.
Julia didn’t think anything of it at first since it was merely the
sound of the men back from their ride in the woods. But then there
were men shouting and maids crying hysterically as someone called for
a doctor. Julia rushed to the window. People were crowding around a
man’s body lying on the cobblestones, surrounding him to that she
could not see his face. Nathan!
Throwing
open her door, Julia dashed down the stairs and out into the yard in
her bare feet. Pushing through the people she called out desperately,
“Nathan!”
“I’m
here!” Nathan’s warm arms were immediately wrapped tightly around
her and Julia laid her head gratefully against her brother’s
shoulder.
Pulling
back, she felt his arms, examining them carefully. “Are you hurt
anywhere?”
Nathan
shook his head solemnly. “No, but …” He pulled his sister to
the lying figure. It was Romney. Her father was holding a bandage
against the man’s chest, trying to stop the flow of blood that was
seeping through. His face was deadly pale and his eyes rolled to the
back of his head in a near faint.
Julia
clutched at her brother’s arm. “What happened?”
“Friendly
fire. A young lad was on his first hunt and aimed wrong. The bullet
would have gotten me if Romney had not jumped in its path and pushed
me down. Julia …” Nathan looked desperate. “He saved my life.
Please, save his.”
“But,
what can I do?” Julia asked helplessly.
“A
soulmate’s kiss is known to possess tremendous power,” George
told her, approaching her other side, “And you’re his soulmate.”
Julia
frowned. “Now is not the time to be joking,” she reprimanded her
brother. Neither laughed, but continued to stare at their sister
seriously. “What? Such a thing exists?”
Nathan
nodded. “Please Julia!” he pleaded.
The
girl stared down at pale figure at her feet. The man was fading fast
and her father had already given up hope. His bloody handkerchief now
lay abandoned in the mud and his gray head was bent in prayer.
Romney’s breath was slight and his chest barely moved with each
gasping intake of air.
Slowly
getting to her knees, Julia laid one head on the man’s forehead,
caressing the damp blond hair that curled about his head in a crown.
His lips were turning a pale blue and his eyes fluttered closed with
a sigh. Fearing that it was his last breath, Julia hesitated no
longer. She leant forward and planted her own lips against his.
A
surge of energy immediately pulsed through her heart. It seemed to
flow right up her body to her mouth and out through her lips. Romney
took in a deep breath and Julia quickly pulled away. She was about to
get to her feet when a hand grabbed her arm, stopping her.
Romney
was looking up at her, a sweet smile spread across his face. “Thank
you,” he whispered.
Julia
was held fixed by those bright blue eyes. Then the doctor came and
she was pushed out of the way.
*
* * * *
Romney
would live. The bullet only just grazed his heart, and what was
injured was healing at a rapid pace. The doctor was well pleased and
pronounced that the young man should be off bedrest within a week.
Julia and her brothers were grateful. The men left the room to escort
the physician to the door, leaving Julia and Romney alone together.
Julia
remained sitting in the chair next to the bed, unable to look in the
man’s eyes and yet also unable to release her hold of his hand.
However, though she kept her eyes fixed to the walls, she could feel
Romney gazing at her.
“Julia.”
Romney sighed her name as if he were tasting each syllable.
The
girl’s face flushed and she looked down at her feet. “Hmm?”
“Marry
me.”
Her
eyes dashed up from the floor to meet his. His face was serious and
his lips were pursed in a fine, stubborn line. Her heart jumped a
beat and before she could stop herself, she nodded.
At
that moment, her brothers returned. Seeing Romney’s beaming face,
they asked what happened.
“Congratulate
me,” Romney replied, “I’m an engaged man.”
All
the men turned in unison to look at Julia. Speechless, the girl could
only nod again. Happily, her brothers lifted her off the chair and
spun her around the room, each hugging her in his turn. They shook
Romney’s hand and called him a lucky man.
Overwhelmed,
Julia excused herself to her room, declaring that it was a rather
late hour. With a shy ‘good night’ to her fiancé, the girl
crossed the hall over to her room. Shutting the door behind her with
a sigh, Julia leant against the wood and then smiled softly to
herself. Taking the pins out of her bun, she shook her hair loose and
with those strands, cast away all her doubts about the future.
So,
the man she loved would end her life one day. From now on she will
face whatever will come with a brave heart. She will live her life
without fear.
(The
Soul-Mark)
They
were married soon after Romney had fully recovered from his injuries.
It was customary for soulmates to marry soon after finding one
another, as to avoid scandal in society. Thus, rushed marriages were
the norm and celebrated joyous occasions. While Romney had been on
bedrest, Julia had stayed by his side constantly, leaving only once
night fell. They conversed about everything, getting to know each
other well.
Julia
discovered that they shared many similar interests. Romney had a love
for adventure and was eager to take up his father’s trade as
sea-captain instead of remaining at home to take care of the business
accounts. He agreed that Julia would come with him as the captain’s
wife once they were married. Romney also loved to read and Julia
proceeded to share her favorite novels, reading her favorite passages
aloud, or even at times, an entire book if Romney so desired it.
They
both enjoyed fencing, riding, and dancing. They both detested the
demands of society that expected ladies to embroider proficiently and
men to talk of nothing but politics.
And
they both wanted lots of children.
The
wedding came and Julia walked happily down the aisle on her father’s
arm. Each of her brothers gave her their blessing, carefully kissing
her brow, before their father gave their sister’s hand to the man
who waited for her at the altar. Linking hands, they followed the
priest’s words and repeated the vows to each other, promising to
renounce all others and love the other till death.
A
light meal was served and everyone present declared that the bride
and groom were the handsomest couple ever seen as they watched them
dance their first dance together as husband and wife. The party ended
early with everyone seeing the bride and groom off in their carriage.
Once
Romney and Julia reached the inn and were shown their room, Romney
caught his bride in his arms and whispered in her ear his desire to
see her soul mark.
For
the first time in weeks Julia’s doubts came surging back. Yet, she
pulled back her hair and let her husband loosen the strings of her
corset. Since her back was turned, she couldn’t see his expression
when he saw mark on her back. His name. Only his name.
He
didn’t say anything. Biting her lip in worry, Julia turned to look
at him. Romney’s face was serious but not hurt. Instead, a look of
resignation was spread across his features. Without a word, he took
off his shirt and turned around for Julia to look at his soul-mark.
There
was her name. Sketched beautifully across her husband’s back.
It
was the only mark.
Points: 1940
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