A Tale of Love and War

Rose Burton-Hall is the daughter of a rich English army commander. Her life is glittering until world war two hits Britain and her father and brothers are enlisted. While they are fighting Rose's life changes and she finds solace in Jack. Together they embrace the moto carpe diem; seize the day, and embark on a furious but secret love affair with consequences that mean that Rose's life can never return to how it used be.
After nearly four months the story is finally finished! Please bear with me the first few chapters I promise it does get better. Please let me know what you think, I haven't had any feedback and would really appreciate some! :) xxx


13. Carpe diem

Spring crept up on us and before I knew it it was march and only a fortnight until Jack's eighteenth birthday. You may think that turning eighteen is a good thing, you are officially an adult and no one can tell you what to do. But we were at war and 18 was the draft age: Jack would be called up. With the limited time we had left we were determined to make the most of time we had left, as Jack said carpe diem; seize the day. And he meant it.
 Three days later Jack crept up behind me as I was bottle feeding Rose and Jack the lambs.
"Surprise." He breathed into my neck sending shiver down my spine. He handed me a small piece of paper, I stared down at it. It was a train ticket to London.
"London? I'm going to London?"
"Correction," he said, "we're going to London."
"But how? We're not married, we aren't adults, we won't be allowed."
"No one in London knows who we are and besides we have this." He sunk to the ground and I frowned worried that he was unwell. Then I realised that he was on one knee.
 This could not be happening, my mother would kill me, engaged to a farmer that I barely knew, I was only seventeen, it was crazy, she'd go mental, none of it made sense. So of course I said yes.
After I'd agreed I did amend terms of engagement to being a symbolic thing so that we would be able to go to London, and also to be something that my mother should not know about. It did make sense; he had bought a wedding ring - a beautiful thing, a gold plait in the shape of a ring. It wasn't elegant, but then Jack wasn't the elegant type, but it was quirky and I loved that, not the boring simple band that most rings looked like. I would wear it when we went to London so that we would be able to pass as a married couple - we'd say we were twenty - without questions being asked. Jack told me that he had been saving his wages for a while and we were going to stay at the fanciest hotel we could find. Everything was planned to perfection; I would pretend to be married to a boy I had known a matter of weeks, and in doing do deceive my mother, so that we could go to London together and stay in a hotel as man and wife. Was it wrong that I was excited?
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