This turned out to be longer than expected, so I’m putting it here instead.
William Plunkett sat in his carriage as it bumped across the cobblestone road, more than anxious to get home.Â
He was not a fan of parties. Or, at least, aristocratic ones.
He did his best to stay as far in the corner as much as he could, but Rochester insisted that he socialize with the other nobles. He had no choice than to comply since James was somewhere else (Most likely gambling his family fortune away). It was an evening filled with listening to the most boring conversations he had ever heard, and he was more than thankful that the night was over.
A loud thump was heard above him. He instinctively looked up to see only the flat interior of his carriage. “Must have been a tree branch,” he muttered to himself.
He turned his attention to the window. The fog was very thick, and he could only see the trees that were close by and bits of the road next to him. He hoped his driver didn’t have any trouble making his way home-
The carriage door next to him clicked open. He turned to find a gun pointed at his face.Â
“Don’t you dare say a word, or I will be forced to open fire,” said the bandit with the gun, who had the voice of a woman.
A black mask covered the top half of her head, only her mouth and some strands of chestnut brown hair were visible. She wore all black clothing, favoring trousers over the normal dress required for a lady.
She shut the door next to her, and he realized the carriage was still moving. Did the driver not notice they were being raided?
“I have a cohort following us,” she began. “If things don’t go my way, I give him the signal and he will shoot the driver dead. Now, as long as you cooperate with me, no one gets harmed. Got it?”
She held the gun higher so it was level with the bridge of his nose. He nodded roughly, trying to still his shaking limbs.
Her lips quirked up into a smirk. “There’s a good lad,” she said almost comforting. “Empty you pockets of any money and valuable jewels.”
He quickly did as told, piling a few silver coins and the pouch of gold coins Rochester had given him to keep James from gambling it away (Which he now owed him for).Â
The marauder frowned at the loot, almost expecting more from the man. Something attached to his vest caught his eye. “The pocket watch, too.”
Will’s hand immediately clutched the gold watch defensively. “P-Please, not that,” he whispered, his voice quivering. “It was my father’s. It’s all I have left of him.”
He knew he was done for once the words left his mouth. He wanted to shut his eyes tight and not see the bullet coming toward him.
Instead, he looked at her eyes. He couldn’t see the shape of them thanks to the mask, but he could clearly see the bright blue color of them. She didn’t look very angry, or mocking even. She actually looked somewhat mournful.
After a moment, she said, “Keep it,” as she swiped the money from her lap, hiding the bag of coins in her cleavage With the gun still pointing at him, she opened the carriage door.
“Wait,” he stopped her. The wind blew through her and the familiar of scent of flowers waft his senses. “The driver is still safe, right? Your friend won’t kill him?”
She grinned at him. “Your driver was never in danger. I acted alone.”
She then disappeared into the fog.
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