Reblog If You Think A Woman Can Be Complete Without Children

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Chapter 1

It's been 10 years and both of the girls have grown up into beautiful woman. Alice being 19 and Scarlet being 18. They have grown to be very much like their father, ahead of their time and unlike what others would expect them to be. Both wanted to be independent and disliked a lot of the expectations that were put on them. However, Scarlet was more open and blunt about her opinions compared to Alice. Alice knew mostly when to keep quiet and when to not speak her mind but Scarlet struggled with that. 

Currently they were both in a carriage with their mother being driven to a party. Neither Alice nor Scarlet wanted to go because they weren't in the best mood but their mother forced them to go. Their mother was nervously fiddling with Alice's mane of unruly blond hair trying to make it look as good as possible. Alice's hair got very wavy sometimes causing it to be a mess. Scarlet's black hair did that as well but because her hair was darker it wasn't as noticeable nor did it look as bad as Alice's. 

"Must we go? I doubt they'll notice if we arrive or not" Alice asked trying one last time to convince her mother to turn back. Neither of the sisters wanted to go to this party and have tried multiple times to persuade their mom to turn back. None of those attempts were successful. "They will notice" their mother, Helen, said brusquely as she abandoned Alice's hair to focus on her outfit. Scarlet rolled her eyes annoyed but didn't say anything. Her mother always was fussy about their appearances and today she was especially fussy about how Alice looked. Scarlet had a few ideas as to why. 

Helen re-tied Alice's waist stash before feeling for her coreset but found nothing. "Where's your corset?" she asked with a sigh already knowing the answer to that. "Mother you know very well how much we don't like them. Don't ask questions you already have the answer to" Scarlet said looking out of the window. Helen sighed looking over at her daughters who were just like their father. "Scarlet, don't start today, please" she pleaded with an almost tired look. She than pulled up the skirt of Alice's blue dress to expose her knees, "And no stockings!" 

"I'm against them." Alice said plainly, bored of this conversation and the fussing already. "But you're not properly dressed!" Helen argued back. "We are we to say what's proper and what's not? Everyone likes what they like to wear and they shouldn't be judged for it because it's not 'proper'. It's not like it's a rule of the world or something" Scarlet argued back, so that her sister didn't have to. She hated how controlling their mother was, to the way the dress to the way they talk and think. 

"Alice, Scarlet" Helen said in a warning tone. She didn't want an argument to break out between them. "To me a corset is like a codfish" Alice asserted agreeing with her sister and thankful that she said what she did. "Please." Helen implored, "Not today" she let out a quiet sigh as her daughters huffed looking away from her. "Father would have laughed" Alice said. 

This caused Helen to have a heartful expression on her face as memories of her husband flooded back. "Sorry mother, we just didn't sleep well" Alice said genially feeling upset about what she said. The loss of their father and Helen's husband affected them all greatly. Helen grasped and squeezed her daughters hands in unspoken forgiveness. Since their father's death last year, Helen has been trying to usher Alice into adulthood as a 'respectable, young woman' first since Scarlet was more stubborn and difficult to deal with. Helen always told them that she wanted the best for them- stability, a good reputation, a husband. But the two siblings reasoned that their views on what makes a good life must be different because every act of love from their mother felt more like a shackle that they couldn't get out of. 

"Did you have bad dreams again?" Helen asked knowing that their dreams kept them up at night most of the time. Each of their dreams got weirder and weirder, must be one of the reasons why they are the way they are. "We both did.  The same one as always...is that normal? Don't people have separate dreams?" Scarlet asked still not looking at her mother. She has been wondering for a long time if the dreams that she and Alice were having were some sort of weird sign. They clearly weren't normal. 

Helen swallowed not knowing what to say. She busied herself by unclasping her necklace around her neck. "I don't know darling" she said before she put the necklace on Alice. Alice looked down at the necklace and smiled a bit. "There you are. You're beautiful and you finally managed a smile" Helen said smiling as well. Alice felt herself deflate slightly as the Ascot Estate came into view. By ordinary standards it was a perfectly lovely home. Sweeping manicured lawns, occasionally dotted with a neatly trimmed evergreen tree surrounding the centre piece of the estate- the house itself.  The Ascot house was three storeys high, a wide and blocky grey-bricked building with tall, narrowed windows and stout chimneys- a dearly typical home. 

The carriage trundled along the straight, gravelled path up towards the house and Alice's focus shifted from the looming estate to the clouds leisurely rolling past in the sky. She felt a smile tugging at her face as she noticed a cloud that resembled a turtle drifting over the roof. She followed it with her eyes until her mother urged her and Scarlet to get out of the carriage. 

Helen grabbed her daughter's hands as she tugged them along, setting up a brisk pace towards the estate. The older woman hardly had time to appreciate the part itself, her heart thumping in her chest and her breath coming out quicker and quicker. She passed the lawn where gentleman were playing croquet as their wives chatted among one another. 

A woman named Lady Ascot soon saw the trio arriving and walked over to them. "Finally! We thought you would never arrive. Alice, Hamish is waiting to dance with you. Go." she said as she pushed Alice in the direction of where her son was before turning back to Helen. Scarlet could only give Alice a sympathetic look as she walked off. She knew that her sister didn't like Hamish but there was nothing she could do currently. 

"You do realise it's well past four!" Lady Ascot told Helen off as soon as Alice was out of earshot. "Now everything will have to be rushed!" she added clearly unhappy. "I'm sorry" Helen murmured quietly "We-" she started but got cut off. "Never mind!" Lady Ascot huffed as she took her skirts in her hands as she descended the stairs after Alice. Lord Henry Ascot could only give a sympathetic look towards Helen. 

"Forgive my wife. She's been planning this affair for the last 20 years" Lord Ascot said sympathetically towards Helen. "If only father was here..." Scarlet muttered to herself. She always had mixed feelings about the Ascots. She was friends with their oldest son William but she didn't get along with Hamish at all. "My condolences Helena, Scarlet." Henry's gaze dropped. "I think of your husband and father often. He was truly a man of vison"

"Thank you" Helen replied automatically, like a robot. "I hope you don't think I have taken advantage of your misfortune," Henry continued his blue eyes searching for a reaction from either of them. "Of course not" the woman reassured him, "I'm pleased that you've purchased the company." A warm smile took over Lord Ascot's face then, a fondness in his eyes at the memories. "I was a full for not investing in his mad venture when I had the chance." Helen could only respond with a genuine smile of her own. "Father would have thought the same thing." Scarlet said with her arms crossed over her chest, staring off into the distance but still paying attention to the conversation. She wasn't really interested in the conversation or even the party but she stayed behind anyway. There wasn't much for her to do here. Lord Ascot turned to look at Scarlet like a fatherly figure would with a smile on his face. "So Scarlet have you decided or found your betrothed yet?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. He knew that she wasn't interested in marriage but she would have to marry someone eventually. 

Scarlet shock her head. "I haven't and I don't plan on finding him soon. I'm only 18, I still have a whole life ahead of me" she answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Lord Ascot nodded, humming in thought. "Of course Scarlet, why don't you go and enjoy the party for a bit? I'm sure there are many quiet delicious drinks to have" he offered kindly, motioning her to go and have fun. Scarlet nod, gladly accepting the offer to get out of this conversation. She excused herself before going to the drinks table. 

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Prologue

It was currently nigh time in 1855 London. Most people were already fast asleep. But not everyone. 

Currently Lord Ascot and his friends were talking with Charles Kingsley about his new venture that he wanted to go on. Though everyone disagreed that this was a good idea because of the many dangers made it seem impossible. Though Charles didn't believe anything could be impossible. As he said "For some the only way to achieve the impossible is to believe it's possible." 

Their discussion had to cut short however because of Charles's two younger daughters, Alice and Scarlet, were in the doorway having just woken up from a nightmare. Charles excused himself as he took his daughters back to their shared room, listening to them explaining their dream with utmost seriousness. Not judging them, making fun of them or dismissing their fear and worry. 

"Do you think we've gone round the bend?" Scarlet asked looking up at her dad with a gentle look. Charles put his hand on both of their foreheads as if feeling for a fever. "I'm so. You're mad. Bonkers. Off your head. But I'll tell you a secret...all the best are." he said which made both of them giggle happily. "It's only a dream. Nothing can hurt you there" he said taking his hand off their foreheads. "But if you do ever get too frightened you can always wake up, like this" he said before gently pinching their arms causing them to scream quickly before pinching him themselves. 

But they would eventually find out the truth about their dreams. 

Chapter 3

Meanwhile with Scarlet, she was still looking for that rabbit in the waistcoat determined to find it. She eventually bumped into Aunt Imogene who was still seated in her spot waving her fan back and forth, looking as if in a trance.  Scarlet did tense up for a split second, thinking that it was her mother or someone else going to bother her, but breathed out a sigh of relief when she realised who it was. "Aunt Imogene! I think I'm going mad. I keep seeing a white rabbit in a waistcoat," she said starting to believe that she's hallucinating things out of bored or because she was crazy. "How very strange. What kind of waistcoat?" her aunt asked but it was clear that she wasn't paying much attention, stuck in her won little world inside her head. "Brocade, I think. What does it matter? It's a in a waistcoat!" Scarlet replied trying to think of a reasonable explanation herself. No one here had a pet rabbit and if they did they wouldn't let it run around the garden with Lady Ascot around. Aunt Imogene shrugged proving that she's not fully in the conversation, "I haven't seen your fancy rabbit. I'm waiting for my fiancé, that should be here somewhere and arriving soon. Perhaps the fancy rabbit is my fiancé" she said looking out into the distance as if in a dream. Scarlet gave her aunt an uncertain look. "You have a fiancé?" she asked sarcastically knowing that it wasn't true but at the same time she didn't want to upset or offend her aunt. She than noticed the white rabbit dart by and quickly followed it not wanting to lose sight of it again. 

"He's a prince." Aunt Imogene continued her story unaware that Scarlet had already left. " But, alas he cannot marry me he reclaims  his throne." The woman laughed dryly before letting out a sigh. " Isn't it tragic?" Scarlet was just faintly able to hear her and that only confirmed her thoughts about her fiancé being made up. Though she did genially feel sympathy for her aunt and could only hope that she didn't end up the same way. 

However both Scarlet's and Alice's pathways crossed with one another as they both followed the rabbit. Though instead of finding the rabbit they found something that would break Margaret's heart, Lowell kissing Hattie, his 'friend'. Scarlet was beyond pissed seeing that. "That guy has the goddamn audacity to cheat on Margaret and think that he can get away with it." she said as she marched over to him and punched him in the face the moment he and Hattie stopped kissing. Lowell grunted and grabbed his face in pain, he stared up at whoever punched him and immediately got scared when he saw Scarlet. "Scarlet, Alice" he started as he stepped towards both of them whilst Hattie ran off. "We were..." he fumbled not knowing how to explain this without getting another punch in the face. "Hattie is an old friend." Alice and Scarlet were obviously not buying that. "I can see that you're very close." Alice spat in distain, looking up and down at her brother-in-law. 

"Oh yeah definitely a friend. Last time I checked friends don't kiss each other on the lips for that long." Scarlet said ready to throw another punch at him if she needed to. "You won't mention this to Margaret would you?" Lowell asked worried about what would happen if they did. This caused Scarlet to pause in her tracks and wait for Alice's response. "I don't know" Alice said stepping back, setting her brow defensively. "I'm confused. We need time to think" she said causing Lowell to have some hope that this incident will be forgotten about. "Well, think about Margaret!" he countered immediately. "She would never trust me again.  You don't want to ruin her marriage, do you?" he reached out fingers brushing against Alice's cheek. Scarlet slapped his hand away knowing that he's only saying this to save his own skin. "You're the one who's becoming a man around town kissing girls whilst being in a relationship already. Alice please hold me back before I slam his face into the bloody dirt where he belongs." Scarlet said getting more and more agitated. 

"There you are!" Hamish's voice could be heard as he put a hand on Alice's shoulder, causing her to spin around with a gasp. The proposal. She almost forgot about it. Head spinning with images of Lowell kissing Hattie, of how Margaret would react to the news, of their mother crippled with shame and the burden of two unwed adults to take care of, Alice allowed Hamish to lead her to the gazebo. 

The whole crowd had gathered on the small lane and Alice felt her heart skip as she felt all of the eyes on her as she ascended the short few steps up to the wooden gazebo. Her breath began to shorten as she noticed the string quarter, now housed discreetly in the shadows, bows positioned to play. At the front of the crowd stood an artist with an easel before him, his gaze altering between the delicate brushstrokes on his canvas and the scene before him. Scarlet watched her sister get dragged away before giving Lowell one last glare. "Be glad you lucky little bastard" she said before walking away from him to cool her head. She didn't go to the gazebo knowing that it wouldn't help her calm down and she was very much against the engagement anyway. 

Hamish dropped to his knee and held Alice's hand in his. "Alice Kingsley" he started but got interrupted by Alice saying his name.