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Post by Galahad Airgíalla on Feb 5, 2019 22:11:04 GMT -5
we live TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY It had been half a year since the engagement had been broken. And, it was not done in the best of ways. Apparently, Lunete's father had grown reckless with his debt and as a result, his daughter was stripped of whatever coin and wealth he had. Urien of course could not have such a scandal be associated with his family so had promptly broken the engagement to his eldest son. The children of the king were fond of her -- even Galahad despite his never admitting it -- so the loss had truly taken its toll. But alas, the kingdom was healing and Urien was determined to find another, more suitable wife for his eldest son and heir to the kingdom. In the meantime, things had fallen back into a pattern. Into routine.
But, Galahad found himself in the garden to see if what he heard was true. And indeed it was. Lunete had been given position in the household -- the gardens more specifically. A place where she would not have to face many, and yet was enough to earn her keep. He watched her for a few moments, not even sure what to say. Only that he knew it had to be something. Mirela missed her terribly. Alymere felt sympathetic towards what had happened. And Galahad . . . he still wasn't certain how he felt about it. But, it would be strange to treat her any differently than how he had all this time. So he confidently approached her, casually walking up to her, refusing to let things be awkward between them -- even though they may inevitably be so. "I don't know how you don't get sick of looking at the flowers," he told her bluntly. As if nothing had happened. As if, nothing had changed.
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Post by Lunete de Eden on Feb 5, 2019 22:34:55 GMT -5
Lunete missed her father. For all his faults, and recently everyone pointed them out to anyone who'd listen, he was her father. Everywhere she turned, people were both sorry for her loss, and sorry that he had cost her so much--it made going anywhere she was known hard. Yet, with no money already, and what they did have growing short; Lunete had to take work. Her mother couldn't leave the house, which was no longer their estate but a small home in the city. Her mother was too embarrassed. She couldn't face anyone--which meant that Lunete needed to find work int he city that once expected her to be it's queen.
It was both humiliating, and humbling. Thankfully, the king (or perhaps his son) had taken pity on her and given her this job. It allowed her to work here and support her mother; without waiting on the ladies that had once been her friends. She didn't hate her job, in fact if she had to have a job this one was wonderful! She loved the garden! And in truth, now that the shock was wearing off, she remembered all the times she felt unsure about her marriage--even hesitant. Perhaps this was what she had longed for? A freedom from the limitations of being someone's queen?? Still, being queen was . . . .
Yes, she was conflicted about how she felt about it, but she was going to make this a good thing! A voice startled her, and she looked up from where she was planting some flowers. Her heart froze for a moment, as this was the first time she had seen him since THAT day. The day the king broke off the engagement in front of his family (THAT was humiliating). For a moment she only stared at him, until his causal words and tone settled in. Slowly her smile tilted her lips up. How like him. She'd thank him if it wouldn't make his head swell with his massive pride. "Never got tired of you." She returned, her voice making it sound like a good thing. She hadn't known how much this would mean to her, until he just . . . did it! "And, they never talk back! So there is another point to their favor."
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Post by Galahad Airgíalla on Feb 6, 2019 21:18:23 GMT -5
we live TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY Her returned tease set his mind immediately to rest. Relieved, that she was speaking to him no differently now that the rank between them had intensified. Though of course, he made no show of this relief. Not when he had approached her so casually.
He would not give her reason to think he ever doubted things would -- or could -- be different between them than what they always had been. "I would hope not," he teased. "If they did, it would no longer be you needing to treat them but you needing to be treated by the physician." A tease on what would happen if she ever heard flowers talking to her. "It does not seem you are too far from that stage," he added on teasingly as lightly kicked some of the dirt she had just planted some flowers in . . . disrupting the neat work she had done.
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Post by Lunete de Eden on Feb 7, 2019 16:16:28 GMT -5
Lunete smiled at him, enjoying a conversation for the first time in a long time. So many people wanted to talk with her about what happened, and she so very much just wanted to be as normal. “And yet, still referral about company,” she teased him back, but then wished she hadn’t. She wasn’t ready to end. “then most.” Lunete added, knowing that he would take advantage of it, but still unwilling to make him think she wanted him to away yet.
That was until the cad kicked dirt one her! He messed up her work! “I take it back, then all people!” Reaching forward to the dirt he messed up, she pushed to stand up and stepped closer to him holding it. “You never did outgrow that little boy you were all your life, did you?” Lunete took another step closer, the dirt still in her hand as she moved slowly closer. Let him step back if he wanted, she’d keep moving closer.
She rolled her eyes and turned away from him, giving up. Then in the las second threw it at his head. She might not be his queen, and he might e her prince, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her from getting even!
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