This blog is now only for archive purposes. I’ve deleted my non-original posts and officially moved. So idk why you’re still following this.
I am now: HauptmannHolmes. Follow me there.
Today in class, children, we will be learning how to make this:
It was a very peaceful ritual. Every night Ellard would check all of the locks in the Wingate-Dúpre household. And every night Charles Wingate-Dúpre would watch him turn the large skeleton key in the front door, ensuring that the house and family were safe for another night. It had become an understanding between them, this ritual. Charles trusted the safety of his wife and daughters to Wolfgang Ellard and no other. If Ellard was unavailable, Charles would lock the doors himself.
One night, after the incident with Michael, the two men had cause to speak during the course of their usually silent ritual. “I’d like to thank you for taking care of my daughter. It means more to me than all your years of service combined.“ This was an unusually eloquent statement from the usually taciturn man.
Ellard bowed in reply. “If I hadn’t, I would have been betraying everything I have ever been taught as a gentleman.“
Charles smiled gently. “Of course, of course.”
So this may never make its way into my novel, but here it is anyways: Pru and Ellard’s First Christmas.