The King's Nightingale

Alas, but you are no Magician Sir!

I had lived in this village for as long as I could remember, and well, I knew nothing outside of it really. Father always warned me and Evan, outside is a dangerous place to go especially for me. When Evan reached his sixteenth year he was allowed outside the village to work with him, I never was not even with mother.

Then again, Evan always seemed to be favored by father and maybe even mother. I'm pretty sure mother just pitied me, that's why she was so nice to me. Father would start off each day with telling me how I have no purpose to be outside the village or, anywhere other than home.

I used to complain to Evan about it, however he would always interrupt me saying I was selfish. That father was trying to protect me, and I should be thankful. Then again, everything I did for myself was selfish when it came to Evan. So I stopped doing so, dressing a little too humble (usually in rags) or just never doing anything for myself.

Today however was different, for I was able to go to Evan's wedding. I was accompanied by Mother and Father but, to go outside the village! My, it was quite the scene. Yet something seemed off... especially when he walked in.

I know, cliché to say this but, he was the very definition of tall, dark, and handsome. Raven black hair falling perfectly from his scalp. His skin, a nice milky white and he had that rare eye color that was just completely black.

He wore a red tail coat and had a top hat, a cane with a red ball for the handle was tucked under his arm. It seemed a bit short for someone his height to walk on however. When he walked in he took off the hat respectively and gave the in the name of the father, son, and holy spirit then sat on a pew in the far back for my brothers side.

I continued to study him and noticed a black scar like mark going straight down his right eye. Starting just above his eye lid, and ending on the very top of the apple of his cheek. A young woman approached him, obviously trying to get his attention.

"What a beautiful wedding." She said smiling, the young man gave a small chuckle and responded.

"Isn't it, too bad the poor groom's bride is a whore." He said frowning, everyone had heard that last part and turned to look at him.

He looked straight ahead, not noticing everyone giving him a dirty look. After about half a minute he glanced at the church clock, bit his lip, and stood up.

"Quite the honor getting a few words with you malady, however I have another meeting to attend to." He kissed her hand and ran a gloved hand through his hair before putting his hat on, and leaving.

The surprising part was that his little comment was true, two years later my brothers wife was found under the covers with another lover. No one else seemed to make this connection, not even the blond who he had spoken with.

I then asked my parents if they had seen the man, I described him and they just looked at me with blank expressions.

"Quite the story you've got there Arabella." My father smiled.

"B-but I'm telling the truth..."

"There was no man of such description, now finish you dinner before it gets cold." My mother added.

I hated that nobody belived me, especially since I was rather fascinated with this man. I thought of him a lot, until one day I just forgot about him. It was now five years later, and still wasn't allowed outside the village and I loathed it.

Though being inside the Village every day was horrible, there was always one day I could count to cheer me up. That was the fairy festival, for some reason at this time of year fairies would just migrate through our village. It was a beautiful sight, especially since they traveled at night.