{"product_id":"historical-little-bundle","title":"Historical Little Gems Bundle (eBook)","description":"\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eKathryn had no idea how much time had passed, except that when she had awoken the sun had been up and the moon had disappeared from the bright blue sky.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Look who is awake,” a woman’s soft voice roused Kathryn from slumber.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eAs the blur from her eyes faded and she refocused her attention, wiggling her fingers and toes, remembering the abduction late at night by the train in London, her stomach tensed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Where am I?” Kathryn asked, demanding an answer. She sat up in bed and the room seemed to spin, making her face pale and her stomach churn. Gradually she moved to lie back down.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“You are at the Academy of Submission. I can assure you, little one, that you will be well cared for and no longer a ward of the streets.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eKathryn did not fully understand what the woman spoke about. Had she lost her mind? “I am not a street urchin. My family lives in Stanton. I assure you that I come from a proper home and demand you return me to my parents at once!”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“We at the academy are your family now. I know it might take some getting used to, the idea of a nanny taking care of your every need, but it is for the best. You must be in your twenties; you surely cannot think a husband will desire you when you are thirty? I am sure you come from well-off parents, given the dress you wear, but I assure you that you cannot be making them proud, a girl alone, in London.” The woman with her long blonde hair pinned up in a braid, had blue eyes shining down warmly at Kathryn. Her dark gray dress flowed down to the floor and was quite simple, hardly elegant for a woman who seemed to take charge of Kathryn in a quite peculiar manner. The longer she studied the woman, Kathryn could see the wrinkles around her eyes and at the corner between her lips and nose that had formed over the years. Surely the woman was well past thirty. Was she here because she was unwed?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“I do not need a nanny,” Kathryn said. “I am not a child.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Of course, you are not. Do you have a name?” the blonde woman asked. She stepped from the bed and pulled the curtains further open to reveal three other small mattresses to the right of Kathryn’s bed. Was she expected to share a room with this woman?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eKathryn paused, unsure if sharing her name would be appropriate. “I could just call you little one if you would prefer to not give your name. Your papa will give you a name if you wish to be so young as to not speak.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“I am Kathryn Arrington.” What was the woman talking about? Had she gone mad, locked up in this strange place for too many years? The walls were painted a pale pink with lace pink and white curtains that filtered the sunlight but did not hide it entirely from the room.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eThe bedroom was far larger than any Kathryn had ever seen, nearly three times her own room back home.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Now was that so hard?” The blonde smiled and her blue eyes twinkled. “You may call me Nanny Leah. You may visit with your sisters later, in the playroom. They have all been good little ones today.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eSisters? She was to share a room with three other girls? Her stomach flopped. Was it possible the woman knew who she was all along and had been part of a plot to kidnap Kathryn and her sisters? Her father was not excessively wealthy but he had come into money recently. She prayed that her younger siblings Lilian, Rose, and Julia were safe.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Nanny Leah,” she said, trying out the woman’s name, though it sounded foreign on her tongue, to speak of a woman as a nanny when Kathryn had been old enough to marry. “Why was I taken?” Perhaps if the woman could elaborate on the abduction, she might better understand what they wanted from her. Was it her family’s money? The dowry she had locked away?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“You, little Kat, were chosen to become part of our esteemed program to unlock the potential that you have wasted thus far in your twenty-how many years is it?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“I am twenty-three,” Kathryn said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eThe blonde woman smiled and sat perched at the edge of the single occupant mattress. “Do you not wish to be married?” Nanny Leah asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“I do,” Kathryn said and glanced down at the pale pink and purple quilt that covered herself and the bed. “I have yet to meet a suitor who has taken to me. The gentlemen all flocked to my younger sisters.” It was not that Kathryn was flawed in her attributes, it had been instead that her sisters had been well-versed in flirting and drawing the attention of the gentlemen towards them. She had not been jealous or disappointed by it, each having saved her from marrying when she had no desire to settle down.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“You do not have to worry yourself of such trouble at the academy, little Kat. I insist we get you out of that gown and into a dress more appropriate for a little one.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“I am not little,” Kathryn said. It had been many years since she had considered herself either little or young. She had well rounded curves and thick breasts that pressed against the confines of the gown. Her body did not know little.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eNanny Leah ignored her remark and walked to the closet that held an array of dresses, likely in multiple sizes. “You will share clothes with your sisters and your nanny is responsible for dressing you. Do you understand?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Yes,” Kathryn said and nodded. Her head turned towards the right, glancing over the three mattresses lined up with the head of the bed against the wall, same as hers. Each bed had a similar quilt and a stuffed animal nestled against the pillow. Beside Kathryn’s bed rested a bear. A tiger lay on the bed in the middle, and the one closest to the window held a monkey. She found it strange that a grown woman had to share her bedroom with girls who liked stuffed animals. Was she expected to watch over the children as Nanny Leah seemed to think she was doing for Kathryn?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Stand up.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eKathryn sat up again and found her head no longer felt heavy or cloudy. She shifted her legs to the side of the bed and let them dangle for several long seconds before feeling confident that she would not fall.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eNanny Leah gathered a pink gown with a white ruffled bib that accented the dress. It looked silly and quite ridiculous, even for a four-year-old to put on. Was she honestly expected to wear that gown? The dress she wore when taken off the street had been made of finer material and looked far more flattering.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“I do not wish to wear that,” Kathryn said, making it quite clear that she had no intention of cooperating. They had plucked her off the street, drugged her, and now decided to dress her in hideous clothes. What kind of academy was this? She did not even know what Nanny Leah meant by submission but it sounded dreadful. Why could she not leave? Surely her parents would be worried when she had not returned home. Had they posted flyers and spoken with neighbors, asking if they had seen Kathryn Arrington? They would not come for her. Not without an obvious ransom and a letter sent directly to her home. Her mother did not know she left for London and if she had, she still would not have known of the men who had taken her off the street, let alone where they were now.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“You, little Kat, do not have a choice. You will do as I tell you, as a good little listens to her nanny and papa. 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