Cover Reveal and Spot light For
Centuries Of Blood: Becoming
chases skirts and takes heads on a whim. It is a time of reformation, of love,
an even more mysterious stranger. Alexandarious (Darious) is young, strong,
people are waring and her safety is in peril. He wants and needs the beautiful
seeing much of Jon. This made her contempt for Meagan worsen; she felt that Meagan was taking Jon away from her. Yet, her mother believed in the end, this would bring them all together some how. Catharine was
not so sure. She did hope, however that once this wedding was over her life would level off and go back to
normal. That did not matter though, for this day she was to meet Jon at the tailor. He had been in Bristol for a year and had not seen her. She arrived early with Marian, it was the first time this spring she had left the
confines of her family's property. Over the long winter, Catharine had grown into her features and when Jon entered the shop, he did not recognize her all at once.
The dress she wore fit her newly acquired frame, showing the change in her from boyish to the full
embodiment of womanhood, he could see that she had truly inherited their fathers’ height, as he had, making her all of five ten, quite tall for a woman of the period. Her raven black hair was lustrous and full with a
cascade of curls, and although pulled back by her bonnet, it illuminated her fair skin no less. In a time when
the women began to powder their faces, she had not the need. Jon stood in the doorway watching her read abook oblivious to the tailor, Monsieur Vanden Meyre, who hemmed her dress.
She looked up, her hypnotic green eyes, catching his in the mirror. "Jonathan!" She threw her book to
Marian and gathering her skirts, hurried down from the pedestal on which she stood.
"I have missed you, sister, though I almost did not recognize you." He laughed embracing her tightly again.
"Oh! I have so much wanted to see you."
"Then you should have."
Monsieur Vanden Meyre cleared his throat impatiently. "Mademoiselle Cecil? May we ever finish that dress? You’re Mother-"
"Alright" Catharine dragged the word as she huffed and went back to her place before the mirror. "So my
dear Jonathan why are you late?" She smiled.
"The coachman took a wrong turn last night putting us off schedule." He looked to his sister, "Speaking of mother, where is she? I thought she would be here with you."
"Father tore a shirt; you know how she takes pride in that."
"Like Queen Katharine, always."
Monsieur Vanden Meyre nodded his head, "A woman should care for her husband, but I fear your mother
may well put me out of business... Robert! Mademoiselle Cecil is waiting." He laughed. "The boy should be out momentarily."
"Fine." Jon turned his attentions to his sister once more. "Morrigan, how have you been this last year?" He
tugged at the tendrils of her hair playfully.
"Quite well actually, but I do not want to talk of me. Tell me, Brother, how is Bristol? And when may I come to visit you there?"
He sighed, "Bristol is beautiful, the busy streets and shops that go on for as far as one has mind to walk. Yet the real beauty is here, not beyond this village, why would you ever want to leave, when you have all you
could ever want at your fingertips?"
"Boredom." She answered her voice defeated, her mind knowing he would never understand. She stood looking at him reflected in the mirror. 'This can not be my brother’ she thought, as Robert came from the backof the shop.
He was a handsome man of twenty. Dark hair and dark eyes, full of mischief it seemed. His presence
pleased her, straitening her posture she smiled as he came in to view.
"Mademoiselle’s garment." Presenting the layers of burgundy fabric as well as farthingale to his father, a
swaggering smile on his lips as his eyes met Catharine’s.
"What do you think of Robert's work?" Jon asked her.
"Lovely." She answered, trying to appear unimpressed although an affectionate smile was beginning to waltz across her lips.
Robert returned the reflection, bringing a flush to her cheeks. "Henri should be back momentarily with the proper cording, I had not the color and he went to fetch it."
who would never speak of it, but saw it often, and Jonathan who of course was not so naive.
of every woman in town, yet, Catharine mystified him, for all of his efforts to please her went unnoticed.
While this would have discouraged another, it only made him want her more. He would make her understandhis intentions. But it was he who did not understand, for with all of Catharine’s learning, in her naivety she didnot seem to see or understand his advancements as other women did.
"Hello Jonathan," He nodded, walking past him to Robert who stood by their father.
"Did you get it?" Robert asked.
"Actually I got something better instead of the cream ribbon which disappears within the bodice I acquired
this forest green cord, it will make it more beautiful." He smiled handing it to Robert.
"You may be right, I'll get the bodice, and we will see." He looked to Catharine, "If that would please you."
Catharine nodded in compliance and Robert went to the back of the shop for the rest of the dress.
"Fine." She answered without an upward glance.
"Whenever I see you," He tilted the book; "Your nose is always behind a stack of pages." He mused.
"I enjoy it." She snapped, pulling away, "Besides, books don't talk back." She mumbled turning the page.
"I'm almost done with the chapter now leave me to it."
Jon laughed shaking his head.
"Catharine! Don't be rude." Marian protested.
Catharine lifted her hand in jest, "So now I can not be honest?" Turning, she saw the defeat in Henri's face.
book on to the table beside her. "You know I jest, don't be angry." She smiled sweetly as she finished.
With a sheepish smile, Henri tilted his head as she gently touched his face.
"Don't let her kid you, Henri, she reads in her sleep." Jon laughed, "But that's my girl." He winked at
"Ha- Ha-." She said coldly.
Monsieur Vanden Meyre smiled, as he finished the last few stitches on the hem of her dress.
"Henri let’s you and I, go help your brother prepare the dressing room for Lady Catharine." Henri nodded
to his father, helping him to his feet; they promptly went to Robert's aid.
"You do not realize the power you have over them, it’s..." Jon huffed as he helped Catharine off the pedestal.
"They both dote upon you, yet you see it not."
Catharine smiled brazenly. "Don't I?"
"You Fiend. Do you care nothing of them?"
Monsieur Vanden Meyre called to her, "My Lady, we are ready."
Catharine flashed a roguish smile as she and Marian disappeared behind the curtain.
Jon sat in a satin chair, "A world of trouble that one," He laughed to himself.