Forever Amber - The New World

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OOC: Hello and welcome! This story is not necessarily closed, and I am open to at least 2 other individuals joining in addition to myself and Ariosto. If you feel you might be interested in joining this tale, I ask that you PM me first to discuss possible characters and storylines. This is an historical piece, and I do wish to stay somewhat true to that period. That means no warrior queens or aliens. I think many here understand the idea. And if you do not wish to join then it is my sincerest wish that you might find something here worth reading and enjoying. Thank you ~

Background – the book

I feel it is only right and proper to give due credit to the book and author that inspired this idea. In 1944, Kathleen Winsor’s book Forever Amber was published in the United States. The book contained scandalous material and was considered quite racy in its day. It was banned in Boston for its content, and most teenaged girls at the time had to sneak their mother’s copy to read. (Ironic how most women had a copy of this book to read!) Touted as the first (or perhaps second, after Gone With The Wind) historical romance, the novel dealt with eroticism, political intrigue, love, lust, illegitimate children, and prostitution amongst other things. The heroine, Amber St Clair, was viewed as a woman of frank sexuality and strength – yet she was not the totally likeable beauty found in romance novels of the current era. Ms. Windsor passed away a couple of years ago, yet this book lingers on in the hearts and imaginations of those who have come to know the characters she created.

Prologue – History

In 1660 England the scope of politics was changing. After 11 years of rule under the Lord Protector of the Commonwealth, Oliver Cromwell, and the forced retirement of his son, Richard Cromwell, England was once again to have a monarch. Charles II, whose father Charles I was beheaded in 1649, was pronounced king of England and was making his way to London to claim his throne. He was 30 years old and had lived in exile in France and other parts of Europe from the time he was 18.

During Cromwell’s tenure, the House of Lords had been banished. Likewise, the House of Commons also met with similar fate when it disagreed with Cromwell’s thinking. Puritans were in power and England became a rather dismal place. There was no theater, fashions were muted and modest, religiosity was promoted. Neighbor was compelled to “tattle” upon neighbor, and people were expected to live within very narrow guidelines.

With the restoration of the monarch (and the reason why this period is known as Restoration England), things changed. Charles II once again opened the theaters. People could freely indulge in pleasures that were previously denied to them. It became a time of pleasure and fun – at least for those in the upper classes.

When Cromwell had lead the country, one of the first things he did was to confiscate the lands of the aristocracy and the church and sell them. Those noblemen who suddenly had their ancestral lands taken from them were placed in exile, and many supported the return of Charles II to the throne. When the time for action came, these noblemen eagerly fought with Charles II to regain his throne. Known as excellent swordsmen and horsemen, they came to be known as Cavaliers, a word that still lives on in our language as a man of valor, courage, and manners. These noblemen, upon securing Charles II to his throne, then sought the restitution of their lands. Many were able to buy back their lands and titles.

Charles II died in 1685, thereby ending what has come to be known as the period of “Merry Olde England.”

Prologue – Forever Amber

Forever Amber opens in 1660 when Amber St. Clair meets Lord Bruce Carlton. Amber was living with Puritan relatives, having been born a bastard. She felt constrained within the tiny village of her birth and longed for the excitement of London. Lord Bruce Carlton had lost his ancestral lands and joined forces with Charles II to restore his throne and to attempt to buy back his lands. He meets Amber when he stops for the night in the tiny village she calls home. There is instant attraction and Amber manipulates Lord Carlton into taking her with him to London. While there, she falls in love with him, though he considers her to be nothing much more than a passing fancy. When duty calls, he leaves Amber alone with a small amount of money. Amber, who finds herself pregnant and eventually penniless on the streets of London, ends up in Newgate prison. While there, she begins to learn the means by which she would save herself over and over again: prostitution.

After leaving prison, Amber entangles herself with a group of highwaymen and women, yet manages to escape. She goes on to have many liaisons with various men of greater and greater power. Lord Carlton pops in and out of her life, always assuming she will be there for him. And she is. However, while her hopes for a future with Lord Carlton are high, he discounts her based on her occupation and low birth. During the period of the plague, in 1665, Lord Carlton and Amber are together, come down with the disease, and nurse each other back to health. Not even this act of love and charity keeps Bruce around. He leaves as soon as both are healthy.

Eventually, Amber marries and becomes a Countess. Yet, not even that is enough to impress the elusive Bruce Carlton. She manages to eventually work her way into the bed of Charles II himself and for a time becomes one of his mistresses. As a “reward” for services rendered, the king bestows a duchy on Amber. She has reached the highest pinnacle of society that is possible. And she now outranks even Lord Bruce Carlton! Yet it is still not enough. Lord Carlton has been spending his time in Colonial Virginia, developing a plantation, and courting the daughter of a wealthy planter.

Lady Corinne Carlton is everything Amber is not: innocent, sweet, selfless, kind. Amber is certain Bruce only agreed to the marriage for the funds his wife would bring to the marriage. Amber also feels that, because she has Bruce’s son, she has a “trump card.” However, when Bruce wants to take “little Bruce” back home with him to Virginia, Amber’s claws come out. Eventually, she gives into Bruce’s wishes, and watches as her little boy takes off with his father.

In the court, however, there is intrigue everywhere, and Amber is not appreciated as one of Charles’ mistresses. In a plot to rid her from court, certain individuals conspire to inform her that Bruce truly does love her and not his wife. Amber, always willing to believe this, immediately makes plans to leave England and surprise Bruce in Virginia.

Our Tale

Kathleen Winsor had always wanted to write a sequel to Forever Amber, however, she never did so. Our tale attempts to continue this story. The story will open as Amber arrives in Virginia. What happens next will be written as we go along, but hopefully it will be an interesting and fun journey!


Additional information: I would like to keep this thread small with 4 people, max. I have tried numerous people in one thread and it seldom works for me. The parts of Amber St Clair and Lord Bruce Carlton are already cast. (Myself and Ariosto, respectively)

There are other characters that can be played. Of course, the most obvious one for another female would be that of Corinne, Lady Bruce Carlton. (Note: she is very much a woman of her time – she is not some warrior queen or other fantastical character, although she is a woman of great quiet strength)

Additional roles for men might include: Lord Almsbury – another Cavalier who rode with Lord Carlton and was there when Amber met Bruce. Lord Almsbury had always been infatuated with Amber, and managed to rescue her from multiple scrapes, yet she never returned his affections to the degree he would have wanted. Also, Captain Rex Morgan, a privateer and cad with a gentlemanly bent. This would play a bit with the story, as in the book he is put to death. Yet, we are dealing with fantasy, yes? He had been involved with Amber before she began her climb in society and is very familiar with her faults as well as her “treasures.” There are other possibilities, but please PM me first to secure roles!
 
Amber St Clair, Duchess of Ravenspur

Amber St Clair stood at the railing of the Sea Winds and wrapped her cloak tightly about her. She was not used to being awake this early, however, with the shoreline of Virginia coming into view she didn’t wish to miss anything. She shivered in the cool sea air and pulled the hood over her blond curls. Her eyes – amber in color and the origin of her name – were staring straight ahead towards the shore. Yet, she wasn’t looking at the mass of land ahead of her. No. Her mind was back in England, back to a warm day in May while she was yet a girl.

Marygreen, the village of her birth and place where Lord Bruce Carlton and Lord Almsbury rode in just before sunset on that day in May, 1660. So much had happened since then, and Amber had certainly risen far above what anyone in Marygreen had thought would become of her. She had escaped the mediocrity of marriage to a clumsy farmer and birthing children year after year. Of that she was glad, most certainly.

Not all that she had been through was good. There was Newgate prison and survival amongst thieves, beggars, scalawags, and the insane. She had survived. She had been forced into a life of crime and had yet escaped that as well. Moving from one man to another, her constant in life had been Bruce. Handsome and dashing, he had taken her breath away when he had ridden into Marygreen, and still he took her breath away.

She remembered giving birth to their son in the hovel of thieves where she had managed to find herself after escaping Newgate. The pain of giving up “little Bruce” to a couple in the country who could better care for him than she could. And that turned out for the best, for when she and Bruce both contracted the plague, her son had been safe.

“Excuse me, milady, but the Cap’n has ordered your tea sent to your room.” The cabin boy was at her elbow, peering up at her under her hood.

Amber looked down on him, then casually dismissed him with a wave.

“Thank you. I’ll be down in a bit.” The cabin boy turned to leave before her voice caught him. “And tell him thank you from me, please.”

“Yes, milady.”

And Amber was alone once again. She walked out further to the bow and felt the sharp sea breeze slice into her cheek. She clutched her hood tightly about her chin with a gloved hand.

She had finally achieved that elusive dream she always knew she could but never could put words to. King Charles II had bestowed upon her the title of Duchess of Ravenspur – the highest title a commoner could receive. The title had come at a price, certainly.

The last time she had seen Bruce he had simply wanted his son. His distaste for her escapades at court were well displayed on his features. She had been shocked that the new Lady Carlton would accept into her home the child that Bruce had born by another woman almost 10 years ago. The woman must be daft! A simpleton, certainly. Why, what else was to be expected here in this wilderness they called Virginia? When Bruce had presented the Lady Carlton at court, her contempt for all present was obvious. She certainly was not brought up to appreciate honors of being presented to the king, let alone titles, and that made Lady Carlton something of an enema to Amber.

Yes, but word had it that Bruce had only married this creature because of the wealth her family was certain to give her. Bruce did have monies of his own, but setting up a farm cost plenty and she had heard his finances had diminished significantly. Surely a wealthy father in law could put a barrier between a man and starvation where his daughter was concerned.

Amber turned her back to the landmass and headed for the cabin the captain had secured for her. It wasn’t often that a woman of her title and wealth traveled with him. She smiled at the surprise she would present to Bruce. She knew that Bruce would not stay long from her and a wife, though an inconvenience, could always be ignored under the right circumstances. She and Bruce had certainly ignored her husband when they had needed to. She made her way to the warmth of her cabin and the tea that awaited there. Her maid was packing her things and securing their trunks to be brought ashore. Amber selected an emerald green gown to wear when she stepped on shore for the first time.

“Milady, your cloak – it’s been ruined from the sea spray!” Nell grasped the velvet between her fingers staring at the damage.

“Tis no bother. It’s yours, if you’ll have it. Is my gown ready? Good, then help me dress, please.”

As her corset strings were pulled tighter by Nell, Amber smiled to herself. Bruce would be hers for good in less than a month.



Amber
 
Lord Carlton


The air inside the tavern was thick with summer heat and the smoke of dutch clay pipes.
The smell of stale beer mixed with that of the scarlet roses blooming outside the window, just as the rough edged talk of the laborers in for a quick tankard at the bar mixed with the genteel accents of the squires in the cooler north end of the big common room.
The Royal Charles Inn was like Jamestown itself, a place of shocking contrasts, a place that had yet to sort itself out...

John Travis shook his head at the card his partner had played and sighed again as their opponents trumped it.
"Maybe whist is not your game, m'Lord, something more to luck and chance perhaps."
Bartholemew Harker grinned as he swept the winnings from the table.

"You fat bastard..."
Travis partner balled his big fist.

"Hold your temper Bruce. Perhaps the man is right. We've lost a pretty penny here today."
And yesterday and the day before that, John thought as he stood from the table and stretched.

Lord Bruce Carlton his brother in law stood up as well. He was a foot taller than John Travis, dark visaged as a thunder cloud and had he not been lean as a tiger would have been half again his weight.
His ill humor, his ferocious temper were well known in the colony and Harker was treading dangerous ground with his comment and his gloating smile.

The two men, so ill matched in so many ways walked out into the hot Virginia sun, pulling the wide soft hats so favored in the colony down low over their brows.
Before them stretched the 'city' of Jamestown, the capitol of Virginia these last six decades and more.
It could have fit into a side pocket of London, yet it was alive with color and activity, squalor and wealth.
Common laborers, indentured convicts, blackamoor slaves, red indians, merchants, sailors, soldiers mixed and mingled incongruently. Here and there a flash of finery denoted the presence of one of the Colonies landed gentry of whom John Travis and Lord Carlton formed a signifigant part , but not so signifigant as Squire William Travis, who'd arrived penniless on the Jamestown dock, thirty years ago and now owned a third of the colony and a titled son in law as well.

"I'm going down to the boat Bruce...maybe if we hurry things along we can be underway before dark."
The flatboat was drawn up along with several others by the
short pier. Laborers and slaves were loading it with provisions for the Travis Plantation, 10 miles upriver.
Carlton had his own plantation, 15 miles beyond that but as yet it was little more than a rough hewn hut and a boatlanding.
5000 acres of nothing, a fine wedding gift. Both his wife and son lived with sir William for obvious reasons.

He laughed and clapped his brother in law on the shoulder.
"You go ahead John, and give my love to Corinne and the boy. I'm going to see if I can negotiate some timber rights for a bit of finery and a trinket or two."
He paused, looking down river.
" Look there by God! A ship is coming in and she looks like a proper Englishman!
Maybe there'll be a bit of 'fluff' aboard for the Ladies eh?"

Travis turned to look. It was heavily laden and ship rigged with English lines about her. One the pirates didn't get to first for a change he hoped, perhaps he should stay for awhile as well.
An arrival as promising as this was always worth waiting for.

"All right, brother, I'll..."

But Bruce Carlton was already gone and John knew where. Fluff for Corinne and trinkets for his son be damned, if \Carlton had a farthing left he was going to see that whore on Mary Street.

 
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Amber took the Captain’s arm as she negotiated her way down to the dock. The cool morning at sea had given way to a blazing sun at shore. She was glad she had opted for the lace shawl over her cloak. When she reached the dock, she smiled brightly up at the Captain and presented her hand.

“Thank you, sir, for all your kindnesses. I’ll wager no one had a finer crossing than I.”

“You’re welcome, milady, however, I still have doubts as to whether you should stay here without a guardian.”

“Never mind, Captain. I’ll be fine! I’m sure the lodging place you’ve mentioned will suit us just fine. And I’ll be settled in no time, I assure you.”

The captain looked uneasy as he bent over her hand. “Well, I’ll be back to England beginning of next week. I’ll keep the cabin open, should ye change your mind.”

Amber took back her hand and laughed. “Fair winds to you, Captain. I’ll have no need for cabin any time soon. Nell!”

The girl came up to her, wringing her hands and looking about to cry. “The trunks are almost unloaded, milady, but them men over there tell me twill take till the morrow to get them from the docks.”

Amber looked at the hardened sailors who returned her stare with impudence. She tossed her curls and set her face towards the end of the dock.

“Then the trunks will be with us tomorrow. Surely we can get the items we desperately need delivered? See to it!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Amber walked carefully along the dock, letting her shawl slip from her shoulders and unfurling her parasol against the sun. She heard the uncouth remarks from the men around her and paid no heed. Everyone knew the colonies were completely uncivilized! Why Bruce chose here to live was beyond her.

When she reached the end of the dock, she took a good look around. Her heart sank at the sight. She hadn’t expected the sights of Whitehall, but certainly even the dingiest parts of London looked better than what was before her? Although established some 60 years ago, Jamestown was still a fledgling city. Using the term loosely. She looked about for a hack and quickly found herself being bustled about by all manner of people. Suddenly Nell was at her side with two stevedores to haul two of the numerous trunks they had. A hack came into view, and Nell quickly flagged him down. Amber gave the name of the lodging house to the driver and instructions for the trunks to be delivered quickly.

As she settled against the warm leather, Amber brought her fan out and began to work the warm air around her face.

“Tis warm, isn’t Nell? I’ve not known such heat before, not even when I was a girl. Goodness, how do – Driver! Driver, stop this instant!”

As the carriage drew to a halt, Amber stuck her head out the window. Was it? Could it? Yes! Certainly there could be no mistake!

“Bruce! Bruce!” She called to the tall man walking just ahead of the carriage.
 

Spinning around at the sound of her voice, all thoughts of Bad Sally's soft bed put aside...obliterated...
It wasn't possible.
He stood stock still as the carriage rolled to a stop beside him.

"Bruce!"
The door flew open and she was in his arms.
He staggered back, still not quite believing it was his beloved, vividly remembered and so deeply regretted Amber, unbelievably...HERE!
Her arms wrapped around him and his around her...*such a narrow waist still*...how many years had it been...how many.
He buried his face in her hair, breathing deep the scent of her.
"Amber." He whispered.
"Are you a dream, girl..I thought to never see you again."

Her hands locked around his elbows and she pushed back to look up at him. Her eyes were blue as the sky above and a bright smile played on on her lips.
"You wont get away that easily Bruce Carlton. Did you think I'd simply fade away like last years fashions?"

Good Lord..but she was still a handsome woman.

"You spitfire....You...."
He leaned down to kiss her and she turned her head away, but drew him the closer, whispering in his ear...
"Careful love, I think we have an audience...and If I'm not mistaken I believe you are....spoken for."

His face colored and for the first time he became aware of something in the world besides Amber Saint Claire.
Indeed quite a crowd had gathered round including Bartholemew Hacker, whose leering grin was not the only one to be seen.
Carlton's escapades were well known in Jamestown, but the presence of a beautiful woman, dressed as though she'd stepped out of a palace certainely was not.

"Is this who I think it is brother?"
The slender, handsome form of John Travis stepped from the crowd. He wasn't smiling.

A damned awkward situation!

Bruce released her and stepped away.
"John...this is Amber Saint Claire. We've known each other for years."

Travis eyes bored into her.
"A pleasure Madam. I'm Bruce's brother in law."
He pronounced the last words very carefully.

"Here now!"
Came an irate voice from the carriage, followed by the banty hen figure of Nelly Gwinn.
'"You are adressing a duchess, a member of the Court of Saint James. You do not call her Madame!
Learn your place sir!"

John colored fast, his fists clenched. He shot a look over at Carlton.

"Indeed she is brother, t'would be proper to bend a knee."
Bruce looked at the tableau unfolding...there would be some interesting times ahead.
 
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