We have a rather short one today ^^
A Quick Look at Arundelle and her life. So, I hope you enjoy!
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: MORE THAN A FRIEND
Arundelle burst through the kitchen doors with dishes stacked a mile high. Her face was flushed, and her breathing was heavy.
She did not look like the sweet eleven year old girl that Artham had said goodbye to two years ago.
She was a hardworking young fourteen year old, pretty, but solemn. And her hands were calloused from hard work.
She had had her fair share of trials as well. Her mother had died the year Artham had left, and her work and grief load had been added to.
One of her only consolations was the fact that Artham wrote to her, and every day after she sent a response, she found herself getting anxious for his replies, rereading every one of his letters till she knew them by heart.
She didn’t have time to worry about that now, though, there were too many people in the castle! Since the kids had left, foreign dignitaries came in every day expecting nothing more than the whole castle at their demand, which meant hard work for the servants, including Arundelle.
So now, after working so hard at her daily chores, she trudged up to her room with a slightly contented face. She had a letter from Artham.
She settled in on her bed, and began reading the letter. It was the letter I described to you in the last chapter, and her eyes were watery after she read it.
“Oh, Artham, I had no clue you felt that way.”
I do not have the freedom of the whole letter at my disposal. But I do know the ending, if my reader would be interested in hearing it.
I don’t mean to sound whiny, Arundelle, but I guess I had to tell someone how much it all hurts being lied about and hit really hard. I’ve never had that type of fight before, and I’ve never felt so alone. In all truth, Ari, you and grandma are the only two I have left…..as far as support goes. You especially, for me.
Thank you for reading this, because I’m sure you did.
Yours always,
Artham
After a moment of staring at the letter, she burst into tears. She missed Artham so much!
“I have to write him back,” she muttered, after reading the letter again.
She got up, went to her writing desk, and started writing in her pretty calligraphy on her pretty, sweet smelling paper.
Dear Artham,
I’ll never mind your grief. Never.
That’s how the letter started, and I won’t bother writing out the whole thing since Artham doesn’t want everyone knowing about his letters.
Let’s just say, Artham did get comfort.
A bit of fluff, and some Arthundelle stuff 😉
I hope you liked it! ^^