Art and Obligation | Chapter 1
Rating: Nc-17 (G, for this chapter)
Set in: 1820s (au)
Summary: John Lennon works as the apprentice of a well-known portraitist and is tasked to do the picture of the young Mr Paul McCartney. He is the son of Jim McCartney, a wealthy and powerful landowner, and has the reputation of an arrogant, spoilt brat with a pretty face, who has a way of wrapping anyone around his finger. But soon John finds that things are not as straightforward as they may seem.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Beatles and this is fictional. I do not make money off this.
Author’s note: I’m so excited to start this fic. I have some great idea for it, so I hope you all will enjoy it just as much as I will. I know you have been waiting patiently for a long time, so I hope it holds up to your expectations. I tried to make my language a bit more “formal” at first, but it will loosen a bit later on. I just wanted to try it out. It will have angst, fluff, smut and plenty of drama as usually, so enjoy and please let me know what you think!! :)
There weren’t many people who could remember a time before the McCartneys had been one of the most prominent families in the north of England, especially around the city of Liverpool. The impact they had had on the city and its people was astounding, the family having ties with many of the most influential persons in and outside of the city, like lawyers, judges, officers, bankers, doctors, clergymen, merchants, and successful entrepreneurs, as well as other landowners. Not a day went by when the McCartney family was not at least mentioned in passing, leaving few with the ability to imagine a time the family had not been or would not be around, their influence and power reaching far beyond their own land.
Their large estate, that stood some miles off from the city, doomed up high upon the hill onto which the fast-growing city had been built, giving the impression of an ever watchful eye overlooking the city with a scrutinising gaze. It was a gorgeous manor house. A fine piece of Carolean architecture, built around the 1690s in a H-shaped floor plan, and faced with gorgeous, smooth sandstone, that coloured golden in the evening light of the autumn sun. The outside was completely symmetrical, decorated with false windows that were just so placed as to provide perfect symmetry. The building as a whole was large with two floors, a grand attic, and a basement, all housed under one dark grey tiled roof, with a copula in the centre.