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It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining brightly upon the deck of RMS Titanic, and Levinia happily strolled it’s decks. The trip was starting off rather nicely, the ship was everything that the advertisements had promised it would be. It was handsomely decorated and she wasn’t sure that she had ever before slept so well onboard a ship.
She had woken that morning to her maid, Cecilia singing softly, bringing a tray into her bedroom. After breakfast, Cecelia had managed to tame Levinia’s wild red tresses into a respectable coiffure. She then laced Levinia up until her waist was as tiny as it could be, before dressing her in a pale mint green walking dress with a pink sash that accented Levinia’s eyes so well. She then placed a butterfly comb in her hair before sending her mistress up on deck for some fresh air.
Levinia’s eyes squinted slightly against the sun. She felt something strange in the air, both exciting and scary at the same time. It was the air of promise, of chance…she was to discovery a new life in America, doing the season with her American relatives. Given that she was the third daughter, she was no expected to marry a noble, a simple marriage of wealth we good enough for the Rathorne’s youngest daughter, and to be perfectly honest, Levinia had no quarrels with this logic.
She walked further down the deck, the heels of her shoes echoing ever so slightly against the sounds of the water being sliced open by the ship. As she walked, she noticed a door she had never seen before. She walked towards it slowly. It looked odd, and while she knew she should have left well enough alone, her curiosity was getting the better of her. It was something her mother had always scolded her about, but perhaps it was her curiosity that made her so eager to go to America, with the hopes of finding adventure.
She walked towards the door and slowly turned it’s handle. The room within seemed very dark and she wasn’t sure whether or not she should proceed. She looked around, almost afraid she was about to be caught by her mother, and then stepped inside, leaving the door open for light. She had taken two steps into the room when the door mysteriously shut, and her surroundings changed entirely.
She went to run back to the door, but alas, it seemed to be locked. She pulled at the handle all to no avail until finally, she started beating hysterically on the door. Where was she? How did she come to be here? Was she dreaming? She simply wanted to go back, or wake up, anything to be taken out of this lunacy.
She had woken that morning to her maid, Cecilia singing softly, bringing a tray into her bedroom. After breakfast, Cecelia had managed to tame Levinia’s wild red tresses into a respectable coiffure. She then laced Levinia up until her waist was as tiny as it could be, before dressing her in a pale mint green walking dress with a pink sash that accented Levinia’s eyes so well. She then placed a butterfly comb in her hair before sending her mistress up on deck for some fresh air.
Levinia’s eyes squinted slightly against the sun. She felt something strange in the air, both exciting and scary at the same time. It was the air of promise, of chance…she was to discovery a new life in America, doing the season with her American relatives. Given that she was the third daughter, she was no expected to marry a noble, a simple marriage of wealth we good enough for the Rathorne’s youngest daughter, and to be perfectly honest, Levinia had no quarrels with this logic.
She walked further down the deck, the heels of her shoes echoing ever so slightly against the sounds of the water being sliced open by the ship. As she walked, she noticed a door she had never seen before. She walked towards it slowly. It looked odd, and while she knew she should have left well enough alone, her curiosity was getting the better of her. It was something her mother had always scolded her about, but perhaps it was her curiosity that made her so eager to go to America, with the hopes of finding adventure.
She walked towards the door and slowly turned it’s handle. The room within seemed very dark and she wasn’t sure whether or not she should proceed. She looked around, almost afraid she was about to be caught by her mother, and then stepped inside, leaving the door open for light. She had taken two steps into the room when the door mysteriously shut, and her surroundings changed entirely.
She went to run back to the door, but alas, it seemed to be locked. She pulled at the handle all to no avail until finally, she started beating hysterically on the door. Where was she? How did she come to be here? Was she dreaming? She simply wanted to go back, or wake up, anything to be taken out of this lunacy.
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