Trapped in the Love of the Landlord
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Hello readers, I came up with a new novel 🥰. Hope you like it. Here comes the blurb.
Adelaide is where she was born. A rightful heir to an ancient Svaveti kingdom is on the run. His life has always been under fear of the threat of the extermination of the descendants of King Romanov, by the supporters of democracy. Adel doesn't know who he is, until one moment at the Umperstone sinkhole he meets a man who will change his entire life.
Sir Lucas, a widower who once lost his wife and his first son is a very cold man. He loves classical art and architecture. For ten years of his life, spent in solitude and frost. Until one day Adel entered his private property without permission.
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Adelaide Lorraine Watson, 18 years old, beautiful, redheads.
Until then I will never fully obey Uncle John. If only I had the strength and courage, I would have run away long ago. Unfortunately, it's not easy to do. Understand the social status and strict escort that was around, made me move.
"Miss, we've arrived" the bodyguard said as he opened the door of the train.
"Oh, yes. Thank you," I said half in shock. Understandably, during the trip to the art teacher's house, I daydreamed from earlier.
With the help of my bodyguard's hand I went down, then rushed towards the sanggar. As usual, the guards will bring my stuff inside. So I don't have to wait.
The atmosphere inside is still quiet. As usual, I headed to the corner of the room. However, the footsteps behind me stopped. Tatiana.
"Adel! I got it," he whispered as he dragged me into a corner.
Especially for painting lessons, Uncle John sent me to the house of a famous painting teacher. As for the other lessons, the uncle brought the teacher home. So it could be said, just on painting lessons, I was able to get out of the mansion.
"Seriously? You're the best" I said with excitement, putting painting equipment near the canvas. Always take the backmost spot in the hangar, not because we don't like painting, but so as not to disturb the others while discussing things.
"Yes, I know. And I'll definitely give you the reward, Miss Leverton." I rolled my eyes at him. An original book by Shakespeare's famous I've kept well-stealing it-from Uncle John's library.
"I love you Adel" he said, sweeping a brush to my face.
In every behavior, we should be obliged to maintain etiquette. Though I guess that's quite ridiculous. However, Tatiana is indeed more 'Lady like' than me. Although it has a quite striking difference, but we are equally suitable when talking about books. Especially books about distant places.
"Nosy base!" elakku.
Not long after, Mr. Leverton went into the sanggar and we went back to acting according to the rules. As usual, he tidied up his clothes which were always out of date. Well, he's a fan of renaissance-franch style fashion, with tights and a white shirt fringed on the chest. The beret hat he wore was slanted, covering his shoulder-length blonde curly hair. A feather was pinned on the front of the beret. His curved moustache at the end, was always the talk of the students in our class. They nicknamed him 'Modern Picasso', though of course, the famous painter would have strongly objected if he was compared to Mr. Levertons.
"Good morning My Ladies," she formally took off her hat and bowed.
"Good morning, sir," we replied as we saluted with a slight bend of the knee and held the side of the dress.
"Well, for a sunny, hot day this time. We'd better paint outside." He smiled with pride.
Only the murmurs that came out of the tiny, pretty mouth belonged to classmates, including Tatiana. Meanwhile, I was all my strength to refrain from cheering as well as jumping for joy. Just the big smile I gave Tatiana.
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