For the Love of Amity

Nine

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Nine
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The King of Roswen paced back and forth. Almost three weeks now his son has been missing. They've searched all the closest mansions and houses of some style of royalty where he was sure he'd go. He's started sending messengers into towns to look around for him. He was starting to get worried. Was his son hurt? Dead? The longer his son went without sending him some sort of message the more the king worried.

"Sire?" A man said from his study door. The King of Roswen noticed him and recalled he was the leader of the search for Seth. He stopped pacing.

"Have you found my son?" He asked quickly, stalking forward. The man stood straight and proud.

"Yes sire, he does not seem harmed." The man said, but the king cut him off.

"Well' where is he? Is he coming home?" He nearly shouted with rage. The man was not answering quick enough and he knew it. He swallowed and cleared his throat.

"No sire, he seems to have fallen for a girl." He says looking away. The king just stares. "A common girl, she is very much beautiful, but not of any royal descent. But he seems happy." He shrugged.

The King blinked. He found himself a woman? He grinned, this was perfect! Even if she was a common woman, she was still a woman and could be a bride. The King knew what he had to do before he could even see his son. "Where is he? What's her name?"

The man cleared his throat. "Over the hills, in Pyven. Her name is...Amity Turner, Obadiah Turner the Blacksmith's daughter."

Despite the spark of irritation, he grinned. "Perfect, in a few weeks time I'm going to pay a visit to Ms. Turner and my son. In the mean time, I will give them time to get to know each other better and you will be my messenger boy. I want to know everything about her family, their relationship, about my son and his new life. Understand? And make sure to tell him I'll see him real soon." The King grinned.

"Yes sire," The man ducked out and rode his horse hard to Pyven, afraid for the poor girl's life. He wasn't sure what the king had planned.

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"They are very lovely." Amity said, watching her mother place the flowers she and Chastity picked from the meadow. Her baby sister cooed at the pretty colors and reached for them. Amity adjusted her on her hip and planted a kiss on her chubby little cheek. "Come darling, it's time for your nap."

"Oh, Amity, I'll do that." Judith took her child from her daughter's arms. "That boy is here again to see you." She smirked knowingly. Amity turned her head and caught glimpse of Seth talking to Elias outside, pointing at the crops over the hill. She admired him from afar, his strong physique, the cute little crease he got in his eyes when he smiled. Amity sighed, staring at his long arm. He always made it a point to wrap his arms around her at least once when they were together, whether for a hug hello or goodbye, or when they are at the river and he just simply holds her as she speaks. If she didn't know any better she'd say she was in love. Maybe she doesn't know any better...

"Why don't you quit staring at him and go say 'hello'? He's come to call on you." Judith whispered in Amity's ear. Her daughter blushed and scurried out the door to go greet her suitor.

She walked slowly toward him so that she may just watch him as he spoke. She enjoyed listening to his voice, she found it very soothing. He turned and saw her walking toward him and a bright smile lit up his face.

"Ms. Turner," He bowed respectfully. Amity tipped her head at him and hid a smile, she secretly enjoyed their 'banter' in front of her family. "Would you care to come for a walk with me? Perhaps by the river?" He asked, holding out his elbow.