You walk along the path to your family's old farmhouse. It feels like such a long time since you had been here, even though it had only been a few months. But so much had changed in these last few months, that it truly felt like another lifetime. You take a deep breath and then knock on the door. Your younger sister answers the door, but instead of a warm welcome or an embrace, you are met with a cold polite greeting.
"Oh, come to slum it with the common folk today? Did he grow tired of you already?" She said and then turned to walk away from you.
"Is that all you have to say to me? I have missed you all so much." You tell her as you walk inside and close the door behind you. Your mother comes out of the kitchen, wiping her hands off on her apron.
"Well, look who found herself some fancy dresses. I hope the King knows you have left the castle this morning." Your mother said with her hand on her hip.
Was no one happy to see me? You thought to yourself. Then you heard your father's voice from out on the front door behind you.
"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes! If it weren't for you we would have lost the whole farm!" He walked to you giving you a big hug. "How are you my darling?"
You kiss your father on the cheek, "Papa, I have some wonderful news."
"Well go ahead (Y/N), don't keep me waiting all morning. Out with it!" Your mother said harshly. She always was jealous of your long silken hair, and your ability to learn quickly when it came to your studies. Your other sisters as well seemed to be lacking in the skills needed to marry up out of their current status.
You held out your hand and the light coming in through the window made the jewel on your ring dance like it had a fire within it.
The middle sister, who was only a year younger than yourself folded her arms over her chest, "I told you so. I told you, mother, that she would do something foolish!"
You looked around the room confused, "I don't understand, I thought that you all would be happy for me. I found a man who loves me..."
Her mother made a scoffing sound. "That's not love dear, that's lust. And it will fade over time leaving you to feel alone and empty. Trust me." She did a quick glaze at your father before she headed back into the kitchen. Your father on the other hand had a different attitude toward your announcement.
"My sweet child, I always knew you were destined for a better life than this! Don't mind your mother and your sisters. They are simply jealous. Come here and let me hug you again." he held his arms out to you. "I am one proud Papa today. Love can last if it is the true love kind." He said to you.
"You hug your father and smile up at him, "Thank you for supporting me on this."
Your father patted you on the arm, "Of course, as long as you are happy and as long as he treats you well. That is all that matters to me, my dear. Would you like to stay for dinner, I know it is nothing compared to what you must get at the palace, but your mother can still cook anything I can hunt.
"Of course I would love to stay. The King is out on business today anyway, so I would be alone for dinner tonight."
Your father walks with you outside as you inform a guard to send word back to the palace that you will be spending the evening with your family.
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𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒, 𝑀𝓎 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 Book 1
Fiksi SejarahA y/n story from a female reader PoV. She feels the need to ask the King to save her family's farm from being taken away from her father due to his debts.