BornYesterday
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- Jan 21, 2014
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Far from home and alone
You grew up well-off; the family name and fortune meant you never wanted for anything. You’d marry one day, of course, but your parents assured you that you could pick the suitor of the many who’d vie for your hand. You enjoyed the life of a young lady of means in society: concerts, balls, the theater. Until your father died and things began to go sour. Your brother ran into bad luck in some business dealings (at least that’s what he told you), and before long the family fortune was all but gone. Then he told you he’d arranged a marriage for you, to a man you’d never heard of—much less met—thousands of miles away. Your protests to your mother fell on deaf ears. “You’ll have to do what your brother says, he’s the man of the family now,” was all she’d say.
Your brother promised you the man was kind and would love you, but you suspected the marriage was another business deal: your family name and social graces for access to your new husband’s money. There was nothing to do, however, but pack your belongings and set off on the long journey away from the only home you’d ever known.
It was hard to imagine, but things only got worse. When you arrived after weeks of travel, you found your fiancé had died. No marriage, no money, and no way to get home. Even if your brother would help you, it would take time for him to send money. Fortunately, you met a young married couple who took pity on you and invited you to stay with them while you figured out what to do. But it turns out their intentions aren’t quite so noble….
I’m figuring about the turn of the 20th century (plus or minus) for the time period, so arranged marriages would be common (plus I like corsets and stockings). Open to different possibilities for place: California, Hong Kong, what have you.
Story comes first for me, but I’m open to anything listed in my SRP profile as long as it fits. PM me if you’re interested and let’s work out where things will go.
You grew up well-off; the family name and fortune meant you never wanted for anything. You’d marry one day, of course, but your parents assured you that you could pick the suitor of the many who’d vie for your hand. You enjoyed the life of a young lady of means in society: concerts, balls, the theater. Until your father died and things began to go sour. Your brother ran into bad luck in some business dealings (at least that’s what he told you), and before long the family fortune was all but gone. Then he told you he’d arranged a marriage for you, to a man you’d never heard of—much less met—thousands of miles away. Your protests to your mother fell on deaf ears. “You’ll have to do what your brother says, he’s the man of the family now,” was all she’d say.
Your brother promised you the man was kind and would love you, but you suspected the marriage was another business deal: your family name and social graces for access to your new husband’s money. There was nothing to do, however, but pack your belongings and set off on the long journey away from the only home you’d ever known.
It was hard to imagine, but things only got worse. When you arrived after weeks of travel, you found your fiancé had died. No marriage, no money, and no way to get home. Even if your brother would help you, it would take time for him to send money. Fortunately, you met a young married couple who took pity on you and invited you to stay with them while you figured out what to do. But it turns out their intentions aren’t quite so noble….
I’m figuring about the turn of the 20th century (plus or minus) for the time period, so arranged marriages would be common (plus I like corsets and stockings). Open to different possibilities for place: California, Hong Kong, what have you.
Story comes first for me, but I’m open to anything listed in my SRP profile as long as it fits. PM me if you’re interested and let’s work out where things will go.