My long-awaited (OK, maybe not) mini-photostory series is here! Before we get started, just a little thank you to Liz for doing a Victorian hairstyles post, and to my friend Issy, who inspired me for the plot 🙂
My name is Rosilia Knight, and this story takes place in the days leading up to, and on, my fifteenth birthday.
I was out riding Cloud Shimmer, my horse, when I heard a scream.
It was my eight year old sister, Sylvia, who was full of mischief.
Her screaming startled Cloud Shimmer, and she reared, unseating me in the process.
“Oof!” I exclaimed as I hit the ground.
Sylvia ran over to me as I sat up. “You were riding like a man!” she gasped.
I got up an snagged Cloud Shimmer’s reins as she pranced nervously. “I can’t help it,” I told Sylvia. “Riding side saddle is such a bother! It’s much easier to ride like a man.”
But Sylvia wasn’t done trying to make me feel bad. “But you know it’s wrong!” she continued. “I’m telling Mother.,” she said.
I swung up into the saddle to continue my ride. “No! You wouldn’t!”
“Oh yes I would!” she replied.
“If you do, I’ll tell William that you’re sweet on him!” I said. I was running out of options. Mother couldn’t know!
Horror flashed across Sylvia’s face, and then she fled.
I gently nudged Cloud Shimmer with my heels and continued on my ride, thinking that I had won.
Sylvia knocked three times on the door to our mother, Anastasia’s, bedroom.
“Come in,” called a voice from inside.
Sylvia found Mother on her balcony, looking at a scrapbook.
She was staring lovingly down at a picture of a man. And that man was my father. And he was dead.
Mother quickly closed the scrapbook as Sylvia came in.
“Mother!” Sylvia exclaimed. “Rosilia was riding her horse like a man!”
Mother shook her head. “That girl. She’s so much like Henry; always doing what her heart says is right, and not listening to what I’ve taught her,” Mother said with a sigh.
“Mustn’t we punish her?” Sylvia asked. “You can’t let her go on with this!”
Mother laughed. “Sometimes it is hard to remember you are only eight — you like being in charge, don’t you, Sylvia?”
Sylvia nodded. “Yes, indeed. Rosilia acts younger than me! I know that proper ladies ride sidesaddle,” Sylvia said. “Speaking of proper ladies . . . couldn’t we make Rosilia take lessons for a punishment? It doesn’t exactly sound like one, but she does hate what they would have her learn!”
Mother considered this for a moment. “That is a very good idea. I think we shall do that. Lessons for Rosilia it is!”
What’d ya think? Liking it so far? I can’t wait to continue this series! Here are some bonus pictures . . .