Today had been more of meeting with family and planners and writing invitations. So many invitations. All to be hand written and sent to everyone we knew, and even people we didn't. The only joy that I had found today was writing four invitations, those to the Royal Family. Of course, we didn't know them and they didn't know us, but with the extra invitations I had, I thought to at least send them somewhere cool.
Tomorrow, I was to go with my fiancé to a place of his choosing, a date. A first date with a man I didn't even know but was to marry.
I grabbed my basket, now filled with gloves and clippers, and headed out the servants door. I made my way to the forest and headed down the path that was still marked.
As I got to the clearing I noticed a figure sitting in a big cushioned chair. The only cushioned chair in the clearing.
"I see you liked my idea," I said to him as I walked up to the chair.
"I did. It was a good one. But if you want your own you have to bring it. Or sit on my lap," he responded.
"Haha, I'll bring my own." I said, a wide grin on my face. I turned towards the flowers that had begun to take over the sections with hyacinths and another with mums. "What a jokester you are,"
"And many other things," I heard as a reply. "What are you doing?" I heard the chair creak as weight lifted off of it and then a presence was right next to me.
"I'm trimming the roses, they're taking over the hyacinths."
I reached for the roses and grabbed a piece that had become entangled with other plants and started to gently cut it off.
"Why do you come here."
I stopped, my clippers around the stem of a particularly thorny rose. The man sat next to me, his arms resting on his knees.
"Three days ago I was told I was to marry a man, a noble named Ulf. I had never met him, or his family, I had never even heard of him. Nothing. And now, all of a sudden, I'm going to marry him. I've always wanted to find a man, fall in love, have an epic romance, and now I can't. And when I realized that, I left. I left and walked and walked until I hit this forest and then I kept going, hoping I would get too lost to find my way back. After I got so far, I turned to go back. That's whenI saw light, and followed it. Leading me here. Now, I come here at night to get away, and I will for as long as I can."
I went back to the roses, not expecting any sort of answer to that.
"I come here to get away as well. I've always felt... different from my family. Inferior in a way. I've tried to make up for it many different ways, but nothing works. Everyone thinks I'm a trouble maker, mischievous, less than them. I'm destined for greater, I know it, but no one else seems to think so. So I come here, just to get away from all of them. The prying eyes of all those around us."
"Well, hopefully we don't need to split up and get away from each other." I said, trying to lighten the mood.
"As long as you don't kill my mother's plants, you can stay."
I smiled at him, and he turned away. I didn't see the small smile that he had as he turned away or the glances that he kept sending over to me as I worked.
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Our Secret Garden (Loki X Reader)
FanfictionAfter my family informed me that I would be wed to a wealthy noble of Asgard, I was heartbroken. My life would no longer be mine to do with as I pleased. I would never experience love, that story book romance that I so desperately craved. In the mon...