'It's a stupid idea to think you can go against your father's wish' her mother had said to her about a year ago. 'Well, he is not the boss of me and I will live my life as I please' she objected.' You know nothing of the length he would go to prove his point and get his way' her mother had said as she sat down with her cup of tea and sipped a little.
The girl rolled her eyes and walked out of the den, it was almost time, she thought as she went up to her room. She waited patiently for the stones to hit her window, the one that was on the east of the castle, as she finished the embroidery on the handkerchief. It was a gift for Henry.
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Two, she opened the window and smiled. A chiseled face framed with medium length dark hair smiled back, that familiar smile that has been the subject of dreams, her dreams. Father has no idea what love is, she thought as she gathered her skirts and skipped down the flight of stairs to the castle grounds.
She had taken a walk with Henry. Father had watched with a frown.They went through the garden, talking about their life together and what the future holds. Henry knew she loved white lilies, he had plucked one and put it in her long hair. The creamy white, a perfect blend to her copper colored hair. They smelled the perfect red roses mother had primed so well, then he told her he had to go to the capital to learn a trade for a year, as his father had commanded, but he promised to write weekly.
The first week had passed without any letter coming forth and she was worried, but it did come in the second week. Father made frequent trips to the capital, her letters were more frequent until the last three months. She had just received a letter from the postman, she ran upstairs to her room. As she started to read the letter, the embroided hankerchief fell out, her smile disappeared.
Mother was right.
Mother was always right.
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