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Title: It was written in the stars.

Couple: Eli Whipp x Cornelia Locke

Series: The English (2022)

Summary:

Initially I'm going to change some details of Hugo Blick's magnificent play wonderfully performed by Emily Blunt and Chaske Spencer.

The first thing is that Cornelia is not sick, and therefore her son did not die of Syphilis. Obviously that implies that she was outraged by Melmont, although he was not sick with Syphilis at the time either.

Cornelia's son was intentionally killed by a man sent by Melmont to get rid of her and the boy.

Thomas Trafford is also not dead, and in what is a fit of frustration and rage decides to confront Melmont, discovering Cornelia, Eli, Martha, her son and the Sheriff on the scene.

Everything else has happened as in the series, until the moment when Eli murders David Melmont, from where this fanfic starts.

Obviously I don't have any rights over the characters, I'm only responsible for the plot of this story.

Chapter 1: Scorpio

Cornelia told him that his sign was vengeful, maybe she was right, and he was just as vengeful as she was, he told himself after twisting the remains of the sword inside David Melmont several times.

Everything... all the horror and pain Cornelia had gone through was this bastard's fault, and although for the Pawnee she should have shot him, she understood that it was best to finish the job with her own hands. After all, if years ago he had taken matters into his own hands and finished off Melmont and the three soldiers, this bastard would never have gone to England to hurt her.

When Cornelia awoke, she went straight into Eli's arms. Not that he doubted that she would look for him, but a demon was forming inside Eli from a few minutes ago....

The other man besides the sheriff seemed completely thrown off when he found them there. He had called her name and seemed almost as perplexed as she was to see him.

So as she hugged the native, Thomas Trafford's eyes lingered on the woman he left behind in England in the hope that she would never come here... that she would never have to go through any suffering, that the skin of her body would never have a single speck of the dust of this soil so beloved and so cursed. Yet here she was, and from what he had heard, she...she had a Melmont child. Trafford's head kept spinning almost to the brink of madness.

The sheriff declared that he would arrest the native as responsible for Melmont's death, and Cornelia's eyes filled with despair, her hands clutched at Eli's leg, who was standing to prevent her from halting the course of his responsibility.

- I have a better plan, sheriff," Trafford exclaimed, gaining the attention of the others, "If you will allow me, and we will put it into practice immediately.

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As the rumor of the Hoxem villagers was somewhere between annoyed and furious, the store owner shouted angrily that a woman and an Indian had asked for Melmont hours earlier and then disappeared with the deputy sheriff.

The alibi wasn't very strong, but it would make sense.

- My deputy arrived alone, on the way Thomas Trafford met the woman and the Indian. They have been with him on his land ever since.

The crowd did not seem very convinced, but everyone knew of the sheriff's dislike for Trafford, so it was impossible for him to lie to lessen any responsibility the landowner or anyone connected with him might have.

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Cornelia took the towel in her hands while it still felt all like one long dream, it had been days since she had felt water on her skin, and dirt baths didn't count as one. Her world was spinning again and it was time to start thinking about the consequences of it. Her little boy had been avenged, by an angry mother like her, and by the man who had kept her alive on every inch of this ground.

At this point it seemed her fate hung on one little lie that changed everything. She soaked the towel even deeper in the basin of water and began to undress, the best thing she could do before anything else was to take a bath.

Eli watched the movement of Trafford's men, most of them armed and moving from place to place as if expecting a surprise attack. The dry bale the pawnee was sitting on was a little more comfortable than hours of riding on his horse. Eli's eyes went to the big house where he had seen Cornelia disappear, and where Trafford had just entered. The native looked up at the stars shining in the sky, yesterday he was still seeing them with her. Even though she had run away from his kiss a few nights before, but they had still shared a fire, the blanket and an arm to sleep on after that.

Eli leaned back against the dry wood behind his back and continued to look up at the stars, maybe this was the end of the road with her...and that was how it was written in the stars after all.

I am not a native speaker, please forgive me for any mistakes. I just want to let go of my pain with this fanfic.

#cornelia locke #eli whipp #the english 2022 #eli x cornelia #fanfic #happy ending #chaske spencer #emily blunt

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