Forgotten Time (Ravenhurst Series, #1) A New Adult Time Travel Romance by Lorraine Beaumont Page B
Authors: Lorraine Beaumont
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would she ever know? The list was simply too long.
With shaking hands, she carefully, but deliberately, put the necklace back where she found it. She covered it with a shawl and firmly closed the drawer.
No, she was not ready to let this… dream? Delusion? disappear… not just yet. Maybe she would feel differently later, in a few more days.
She smiled, no; she wasn’t ready to give up on her delusion, just yet. She had things to do in this moment in time. She needed to lay a legend to rest. First, she had to figure out what the riddle meant, and how it tied everyone together.
She pulled out the piece of paper Milford gave her earlier when they spoke; more proof she was not imagining everything. That is, of course, unless she imagined the paper as well. Glancing at the welt on her arm, she decided to embrace her insanity without inflicting anymore pain on herself. She unrolled the parchment, the writing inside barely legibly scrawled across its length.
Until the key is found, you will be bound
locked within for all time, never allowed peace of mind…
Katherine dropped the paper.
It floated down to the floor. She did not know what to make of the mysterious words. She thought the knight loved the girl. Those words sounded more like a curse. Why? She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what the words would mean to someone desperate enough to do anything to get back a girl they loved and lost.
She shivered. Her heart began to ache as tears swelled up in her eyes, blurring her vision. She picked up the paper and shoved it into the drawer, trying to banish the horrid feelings coursing through her body. What in the hell was she going to do? She shook herself, trying to get her emotions under control. She took an unsteady, reviving breath; she knew she had a riddle to solve, not only for her sake, but apparently a few others’ as well.
<>*LB*<>
…Later that morning, at Ravenhurst
Dishes clattered as the liveried footmen cleared them away. Another setting was placed on the stark white, linen tablecloth. A pair of white-gloved hands polished the silverware gently with a cloth before placing it on the table beside a fine porcelain plate. Crystal glasses were filled with juice and water from pitchers, the condensation dripping on the table and fading away. Toasted bread lay inside the slots of a sterling rack beside a jam jar. Serving trays of food rested on the sideboard nearby.
Sebastian summoned the footman to refill his cup with more coffee. The rich aroma filled the room. He wiped his mouth, settled back, and picked up the paper.
Hearing the dishes clattering and the smell of fresh coffee, Katherine practically ran into the room. She was not prepared to see Sebastian at the table, and stopped mid-step. He lowered the paper, her breath caught in her throat. He was so good-looking… too good-looking. Where were men like this in my world ? she thought grimly.
Sebastian folded his paper and set it back on the table. He lifted his eyes to Marguerite’s, as she stood awkwardly in the doorway. She looked like she was ready to turn back around. She really was a pretty girl. How could he not have noticed before?
Perhaps it was the simplicity of the gown she was wearing, which made her so appealing. He acknowledged her presence with a simple tilt of his head.
Katherine took a breath and tried to curtsy, but sucked at it. She knew she must have looked afflicted, so she gave up and walked heavily over to the table. A footman appeared out of nowhere to pull a chair out for her. She thanked him as he disappeared from view once more. She tried to sit on the edge of the chair, just as any genteel lady should, but unfortunately failed at that as well. Her face turned red. He was staring directly at her with an unreadable expression on his face.
Sebastian adjusted his folded the paper on the table. “Good morning. I hope you slept well.”
A footman reappeared from nowhere and filled her cup
With shaking hands, she carefully, but deliberately, put the necklace back where she found it. She covered it with a shawl and firmly closed the drawer.
No, she was not ready to let this… dream? Delusion? disappear… not just yet. Maybe she would feel differently later, in a few more days.
She smiled, no; she wasn’t ready to give up on her delusion, just yet. She had things to do in this moment in time. She needed to lay a legend to rest. First, she had to figure out what the riddle meant, and how it tied everyone together.
She pulled out the piece of paper Milford gave her earlier when they spoke; more proof she was not imagining everything. That is, of course, unless she imagined the paper as well. Glancing at the welt on her arm, she decided to embrace her insanity without inflicting anymore pain on herself. She unrolled the parchment, the writing inside barely legibly scrawled across its length.
Until the key is found, you will be bound
locked within for all time, never allowed peace of mind…
Katherine dropped the paper.
It floated down to the floor. She did not know what to make of the mysterious words. She thought the knight loved the girl. Those words sounded more like a curse. Why? She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what the words would mean to someone desperate enough to do anything to get back a girl they loved and lost.
She shivered. Her heart began to ache as tears swelled up in her eyes, blurring her vision. She picked up the paper and shoved it into the drawer, trying to banish the horrid feelings coursing through her body. What in the hell was she going to do? She shook herself, trying to get her emotions under control. She took an unsteady, reviving breath; she knew she had a riddle to solve, not only for her sake, but apparently a few others’ as well.
<>*LB*<>
…Later that morning, at Ravenhurst
Dishes clattered as the liveried footmen cleared them away. Another setting was placed on the stark white, linen tablecloth. A pair of white-gloved hands polished the silverware gently with a cloth before placing it on the table beside a fine porcelain plate. Crystal glasses were filled with juice and water from pitchers, the condensation dripping on the table and fading away. Toasted bread lay inside the slots of a sterling rack beside a jam jar. Serving trays of food rested on the sideboard nearby.
Sebastian summoned the footman to refill his cup with more coffee. The rich aroma filled the room. He wiped his mouth, settled back, and picked up the paper.
Hearing the dishes clattering and the smell of fresh coffee, Katherine practically ran into the room. She was not prepared to see Sebastian at the table, and stopped mid-step. He lowered the paper, her breath caught in her throat. He was so good-looking… too good-looking. Where were men like this in my world ? she thought grimly.
Sebastian folded his paper and set it back on the table. He lifted his eyes to Marguerite’s, as she stood awkwardly in the doorway. She looked like she was ready to turn back around. She really was a pretty girl. How could he not have noticed before?
Perhaps it was the simplicity of the gown she was wearing, which made her so appealing. He acknowledged her presence with a simple tilt of his head.
Katherine took a breath and tried to curtsy, but sucked at it. She knew she must have looked afflicted, so she gave up and walked heavily over to the table. A footman appeared out of nowhere to pull a chair out for her. She thanked him as he disappeared from view once more. She tried to sit on the edge of the chair, just as any genteel lady should, but unfortunately failed at that as well. Her face turned red. He was staring directly at her with an unreadable expression on his face.
Sebastian adjusted his folded the paper on the table. “Good morning. I hope you slept well.”
A footman reappeared from nowhere and filled her cup
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