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Marxby Manor-Present Day

Lady Jane had seen that look in a man's eyes before it was a look that only sat in the eyes of a man who was running after something, something he could never catch.

Charlie smiled at her wickedly and said the word again, not a word, a name, a name she wished she would never have to hear.

"What happened to Violet?" he said again his voice hard and determined for answers.

Violet, thought Lady Jane, she was nothing more than a story her father had told her. A story, a myth to Jane, not so for Jane's father the late Lord Nathan Marxby.

Our parents never leave us and neither do their sorrows. Jane loved her father, the angry, unhappy tyrant that he was and he loved Jane his Janey and in return.

That name,  it was whispered on the wind of Marxby Manor and it had ruined her Papa and she wouldn't let it back the Manor not now, not ever.

Nathan had never lied to his daughter he always told her the truth in all things and Jane knew the truth about Violet.

But as she looked at Charlie and those wicked eyes suddenly she was ten years old again wishing on a star for her father to be different, to be less angry, she wished he could forget the past.

But Jane wasn't ten years old anymore, she couldn't do it, she couldn't speak her, her father's stories to this stranger, she couldn't give away his secrets.

"I'm sorry Doctor, but I won't be talking to you about Violet Trevelyan," said Lady Jane.

Charlie turned around suddenly.

"No, we must be talking about the wrong Violet, her name would have been Violet Marxby I think, or Winter, I'm not sure but not Trevelyan I'm sure of it," Said Charlie.

His glasses had slipped to the end of his nose and he felt a cold, uneasy air of confusion surround him.

Lady Jane started to smile and it broke out into something of a witches cackle she started to look almost insane.

"I thought my family did a good job burying what happened but I always thought someone like you would come to our door one day, someone with questions and call it history. Really how can a family like ours expect to hide its secrets?"

Charlie smiled at Jane he hoped she was finally going to tell him about Violet and perhaps about what happened to Dolly too.

"If you don't even know Violet's real name, Trevelyan, Marxby, Winter? She laughed again.

Charlie stood back, startled this wasn't what he was hoping for, even what he'd expected.

"You don't have a hope in finding out what happened to her,"

Charlie was left stunned, but somewhere deep down he wasn't surprised, the Marxby's were good at hiding what happened in their murky past and for some reason they were hell bent on protecting it, presumably this included Dolly's daughter Violet.

"And you'll never find out what happened to Lady Dolphina because it's dead and it's buried and it's gone!" She spat at Charlie, as she said the words they felt like a promise and they fell from her lips with such finality Charlie was almost wounded not for himself but for Lavinia he just wanted to help, he just...

How could she know what he was looking for?

"They all come looking for Lady Dolphina in the end, your sort," said Jane curled her lip with disgust for a man who dared to poke his nose in Marxby history for sport, his own misplaced idea of fun.

"You know what they find?" Said Lady Jane.

Charlie just shook his head, he was so stunned he could barely do anything else.

"Nothing Doctor Charlton, they find nothing, because Dolphina is dead, no more than dust and we want to keep her that way."

Lady Jane's eyes were brimming with tears she wouldn't let this strange bumbling doctor see her cry.

She wouldn't let him know that the Marxby's had protected themselves from what happened to Dolphina for so long it felt like a wound that would never heal.

But most importantly she was protecting her father, although Lord Nathan wasn't here he needed her now, he needed his daughter to banish all talk of the name Violet Trevelyan because it didn't belong at Marxby Manor, not anymore.

France, Field Hospital- 1915

Love and war breed recklessness that was something I learned being reunited with Will.

From the sheer volume of the men coming into the field hospital and their sometimes desperate condition on arrival our world was a bloody one.

A great number of men arrived at the hospital and if they survived the likely hood was their lives would never be the same.

Doctors, Will included had the heart breaking job of removing arms and legs to save lives. Will once remarked to me that he sometimes felt more like a butcher than doctor and I could tell it hurt him being the one to take the knife to these men.

I had to remind him time and time again, he was not the one with the bomb, the gun, the gas he did not cause these terrible injury's he was the good man trying to put these atrocities right, most, sadly could never be right again in body or soul.

Our relationship had to be a secret, firstly and for the most obvious reason I was a married woman and to a serving Major (and Lord) no less.

Secondly, nurses and VADs were not allowed to enter into romantic relationships of any kind with the soldiering medical staff, it was forbidden, and if we were caught I would be sent home to England.

It was a good day, a quiet day and quiet normally meant busy later so, in the first brief and quiet lull we'd had in a long while, all the staff were enjoying the relaxed day.

I was busying myself bandaging a patient's arm when I saw Will from across the tent discreetly beckoning my attention.

I finished the soldier's bandage and went over to him "Nurse Marxby," he said with a large smile.

Every time I heard my name now I was reminded that my name was really Winter now, but I had chosen not to adopt it while here in France.

No one seemed to care who or where anyone came from, secrets may lurk beneath but as long as you did a good job and didn't bring any scandal to the hospital no one asked questions.

I knew I couldn't go on pretending to be Nurse Marxby forever, at some point the war would end and I would be Lady Winter once more, but not today, today I was just a girl with a boy with a big soppy grin that was all for her, Lady Winter was all but forgotten.

"Meet me later?" Said Will.

I just nodded, the smile that I was involuntarily giving him felt as if it was reaching my ears and eyes and was never going to leave.

I'd missed smiling, I'd missed smiling at someone, Niall didn't make me smile and I doubted that I made him smile much either.

As Will continued to smile back at me I felt the butterflies arrive in my stomach and will me to fly away, fly away just me and Will and our butterflies.

"Where?" I said.

"The beach," he replied.

The hospital was, now I think about it in the most secure setting it could be in. It was surrounded by woods to protect it from view and just outside the woods was a small stretch of sandy beach surrounded by reeds.

It was on this beach where I was to meet Will later that afternoon, "One?" he whispered and I just nodded in response trying now to grin like a fool.

When Will left to see to a different patient I started to think about the beach and the sea, I'd always felt a pull from the sea, and distinct desire to be near it, to be in the water.

I didn't understand the pull I was facing then, only that I felt it and it was mine.

To feel that you belong to the sea is a dangerous thing, I always thought I loved the sea and in return, it loved me, the sight the smell and even the feel of salt water in my eyes and over my grateful body.

If I walked past the sea on a busy afternoon I would have to stop and stare at it's thrusting grey waves, just for one long hypnotising moment.

But there was something I never stopped to ask myself, why did I love the sea so much?  Was it even love?

Or was the sea screaming out to me with everything it had, Dolphina stay away, stay from the water's edge fore if you do not you will be trapped in its grasp forever.

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