More Than Words

There's no cure for a heartache like a mother's love

(Y/n) = Your name  (L/n) = Your last name  (f/c) = favorite color  (h/c) = hair color  (h/t) = hair type  (e/c) = eye color   (s/c) = skin color

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Your life, for the most part, was quiet. You took care of the house, you read, you took care of you mom- really, in your eyes, this was the perfect life. You could keep to yourself, for the most part, and still be fine. Your father had joined the knights not long ago, his now missing presence something you missed but knew was sorely needed at the castle. Camelot was becoming an increasingly dangerous place to live, if the king was indeed being truthful about the events that transpired before he lost his wife. You didn't mistrust the king's words, per se, but the cruelty you'd heard him unleash was something that could not be ignored. 

Oh, well. You didn't have time to worry about that right now. Currently, you were in the middle of a fencing match with your mom. While swordplay wasn't common among the young women who lived in the area, it was a family tradition in your family, one which you shared with anyone who wanted to join in. As your sword clashed with your mom's, three other women sat on the sidelines cheering both of you on, taking notes on your form and techniques as you fought. You ducked and parried with all your might, but alas, your mom was much more skilled than you, and you ended up lying on the floor in defeat, the blunt tip of the blade held menacingly above your throat. The three women clapped as your mom helped pull you up, both of you laughing together.

"That was a brilliant match! I would say you're starting to catch up to me, (y/n)," your mom complimented, ruffling your hair playfully. You swatted her hand away, giggling at your mom's antics. 

"Thanks, Ma- but even I can admit that I have a long way to go before I'll reach your skill level," you protested with a smile.

"Nonsense! You just need more practice," one of the other women, the baker's wife, reassured you, placing a kind hand on your shoulder. You put your hand over hers, giving her a grateful smile. Your mom gave you a fond smile.

"You're truly growing into an amazing young lady, (y/n)," your mom said, gently cupping your cheek affectionately. 

"Ma, not with everyone else around!" you protested, pulling away from her hand while all the other women in the room all laughed and teased you for being embarrassed. You huffed and turned away playfully, eventually joining in their laughter, joining the other women in cleaning up from their lesson while they all chatted and ate the bread that the bakers wife, Millie, brought you all. 

"-and then I walked in and he had flour all over his face! I nearly fell over," Millie laughed, retelling the story of her son and the day she found him playing with the flour like it was snow. Everyone chuckled, imagining the sight of her little blonde boy drenched in flour and smiling with his two front teeth missing. 

"He's always been a little troublemaker- I leave him alone for two minutes and suddenly there's frogs hopping all over the house!" another one of the women, Carissa, added, shaking her head with a fond smile on her face.

"Oh, you think watching him is bad? You should've seen (y/n) when she was his age- one minute she was there and the next she was gone! She was quite the little magician," your mom teased. You stuck your tongue out at her while the other women chuckled. 

"At least I didn't leave the house," you shot back, giving your mom a pointed look with a grin, "all I wanted to do was read in peace. My mom, however..."

"Oh, you don't have to tell me. Me and your mother used to get into all kinds of trouble when we were younger," Carissa said, her eyes going out of focus for a moment as she reminisced.