Heir Of The Sea(Book One)

CHAPTER 2

The next morning came, and a gust of Cold air came in the barn. The blonde girl woke up with a shake to her side. A loud groan of protest erupts at the back of her throat.
    "Windsor!" His voice was full of panic.
    A gasp left the girl's lips as she noticed they weren't the only two in the barn. Caspian had already thrown his tunic over her while she slept.
   Windsor's mother was standing over them. The loft was low, it was only five feet as her mother was pretty tall for a woman. She knew when she got properly dressed that she would be getting a grave scolding. Her hair was pinned back with braids that looked like a low bun by the nape of her neck. She was wearing a bonnet at the top of her head, that matched the blush pink dress. The front of the dress was white by where her chest was all the way down towards where her belly button should be. Where the arms are all the way down to her waist was that blush pink with some laced red roses that had some of the stem on it. The sleeves were long, the end of the sleeves where it was ruffled.
     She had a disapproving look on her face. The lines on where her smile lines showed, along with some of the little wrinkles underneath her eyes. Everyone said that she looked just like her father more than she did her mother. Her younger sister looked more like their mother than the three sisters. The family always wanted to have at least one boy, but they ended up with three girls. Out of all the three sisters Windsor was more of the tomboy. Her mother used to scold her whenever she'd get mud, and dirt on her new dresses. She's currently giving that same scolding look like she is right now.
      "Windsor Brooke Hawthorne!" My mother's voice was full of anger.
       Windsor winced at the voice. Caspian was in front of the girl. He must've woken up early enough to put on his pants. His upper body was in full display from her mother. Windsor was on her knees, her front pressed into Caspian's back.
        "Mother!" Windsor noticed her sister's giggling behind her.
         They were at the entrance of the barn, both of them were giggling. She knew that she wouldn't hear the end of this.
         "Get dressed, both of you." Windsor gulped, not liking the ice cold tone her mother was using.
          Her mother walked away, along with her sisters. Caspian stared at her sisters, both of them held a mischievous smirk on their lips. He glared at them, the two girls quickly running back to their mother.
         "This is why I didn't want to stay." Windsor glared at the boy.
      "Just say I told you so already." She grumbles.
       Caspian takes his tunic off of her. Her nipples hardened at the cold breeze once again. He tried his best to ignore it as best he could. He purposely ghosts the pads of his fingers over them, causing a gasp to escape her lips. Caspian smirked, staring into her eyes. Her face was still heated from the embarrassing moment from before, only to become a darker shade of red.
       "I told you so." His voice was raspy, she loved his morning voice.
         "No funny business." She slaps his hand away from trailing lower than it needed to be.
          Caspian laughed, as she continued to get back into her nightdress. It was only a few moments that they could have all to themselves. Caspian had his hands resting along her jawline. He may hold a "tough guy," act but she knew that he was just using that as a defense mechanism. He was brave. They always talked about leaving, to sail across the world together. To live a new life, not having to look back.
           Her mother never approved of Caspian. She was never fond of the Knightly's. They had bad tableside manners, they smelled like coal and an awful smell of melted metal. She would always comment over their appearances, as the daughters always had dirty fingers, they would have dirt on their cheeks as well. They didn't have much, only a few pennies in their pockets and that was it. They didn't have a mother, since she had passed, and their father was a drunk. Caspian got the scars, and bruises from him. That was the reason why she had made the healing book so that MiMi could learn how to heal wounds.
         "See you tonight? By the meadow?" Caspian gives her a quick kiss against her lips.
           "If your mother lets you out of her sight that is." The couple laughed lightly.
            "Well, we don't want to make your father wait for you any longer." Windsor said, as she finished fixing herself to look more presentable.
    Caspian stole one last kiss from her. He was going down the ladder. Caspian had his white tunic back, along with a leather vest that was tied in the front. He was wearing his leather pants, along with his black leather boots. The first two buttons were undone, as Windsor was able to see the birthmark that was on the right side of his collarbone.
     "I love you." She whispered against his lips.
    A soft smile makes his way to his lips. His eyes trailing to her plump lips, to her button nose, his thumb rubbing against her cheek bone. His eyes staring into hers.
   She noticed the freckles that were littered across his cheeks, his dimples were more noticeable with the sun being out now.
    "I love you too." She grins, placing another kiss to him as he goes down the ladder.
    Windsor was back in her nightdress, along with the robe around her body. She had no shoes, as she carefully went down the ladder herself. Caspian stayed to make sure she didn't fall.
   Caspian and Windsor walked out of the barn together, hand in hand. Caspian was in front of her as there were a few men that stopped their work and gawked at the couple.
  Caspian could feel the heavy glare from her mother. He squinted back at her as the sun was directly in his eyes.
   "Beautiful weather we're having, aren't we Mrs. Hathorn?" Windsor slapped the boy's arm.
    Her eyes held an icy glare. Windsor was standing next to Elowen. She was wearing a yellow dress, the middle of the dress had slight ruffles that was like an upside-down V by the start of her sternum towards the hem of her dress. It was off the shoulders. Elowen had golden brown skin, just like their mother. Elowen also had matching gloves to go with her outfit, they go past her elbows.
   Her hair was in a twist towards the sides of her hair, almost like a half up half down hairdo. Her hair was curled just like Windsor's was, but Elowen had natural waves so she didn't have to put any heat on her hair.
   Elowen had blue eyes, the type of blue that reminded Windsor of the sky. They were beautiful, you could easily get lost in them. She would always complain that her outfits never went well, as her eyes would always find a way to be the center of attention and not the main outfit.
    Her lips were a light shade of pink, along with her cheeks. Elowen held a fan in her hands as she lightly fanned her face. It was almost summer, mid May. The flowers were beginning to bloom making the town look more alive.
   Windsor knew that she was in trouble once they got inside the house. There was a carriage waiting for them as Windsor's mother got in first, Windsor was seated next to their mother. Elowen sat across from the two. Elowen still held that smirk that Windsor wanted to slap off.
    "What were you thinking? Do you know how embarrassing that was for me, for the family?" Windsor rolled her eyes. The sound of the horses trotting back to the house as she continues stares out of the small window. They were down the dirt road when you could see the white house.
     "Answer me." Windsor looked up at her mother. She could see the anger in her eyes, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.
      Windsor didn't bother answering her mother, as she continued to walk towards the house. The house had columns outside the house, along with a porch.  There was a giant tree outside the house that was also in front of a fountain. On the grass there were pink flowers around, as the pedals were falling from the blossom tree. The house was about three stories. The backyard had a gazebo that had rode vines wrapped around the columns.
        "You know the engagement is soon, you can't be whoring around!" Windsor lets out a gasp.
         "I am not whoring around! I love him! You wouldn't know that, now would you?" A loud slap echoed in the room.
     Windsor didn't bother moving her head back, as her eyes were trained on the floor. Her hair was in her face as she gasped. She tried not to cry, especially not in front of her mother.
      She stared at the cobblestone ground, as they barely even had the chance to enter the home. The gardeners continued to pretend to see nothing, though they knew that they would be talking about it later tonight.
       Windsor quickly ran up the stairs of the house. The doorman that was standing outside of the house didn't get the chance to open the door, as Windsor beated him to it. Windsor runs across the foyer, and up the stairs of their house. There were two stairs, one on the left side, and one on the right that leads to the second floor. The floors were white tiles, as there was a red carpet with different colored flowers that go up to the stairs. In the center there is a vase with flowers from the garden, most of them were white and red roses that matched the foyer. Windsor made it towards her room, as she was quick to slam the door shut behind her. Her back hitting the back of it, as she lowered her body down to the ground. Her knees tucked under her chin, as she hugged her arms around her knees. Loud sobs echoed in the room as she tried to calm herself.
        She finally gets herself up off the floor. She heads towards her nightstand that was next to her bed. She opens the drawer, and opens the second layer of wood that makes it looks like a regular drawer.  She takes out her little diary, as she took a mental note to buy herself a new one.
    
        Dear diary,

          Sometimes I wonder if I was meant to be here. To live out in the sea, it's like it's calling my name. I want to be free, to meet others that are just like me, that just want freedom. I know that Caspian has been wanting to go out to sea as well, wanting to escape this  place with his siblings. I was meant to be courted soon, according to my mother it is the right thing to do. She thinks that I have been acting out of spite. What she doesn't know is that it isn’t. I know I'm not meant to be here, yet how do I escape a world where I don't belong?

    A heavy sigh leaves her lips as she looks over her writing. Most of it was scribbled, as she wrote down whatever was on her mind. She would draw sirens in her journals, or whatever dream she had the night before would be written down. She always designed herself as a pirate, as she had a few drawings of herself as one.
    A knock sounded at her door causing the girl to gasp. She quickly hides her journal underneath her mattress.
     Elowen held a box in her arms. Windsor raises an eyebrow at her younger sister.
     "Mother wanted to apologize for what happened before. So, she thought of showing you your wedding dress." Windsor rolled her eyes, as she clicked her tongue with her teeth.
       "What's it like?" Elowen asks, not giving much context.
         "What do you mean?" Windsor asked, taking the box that was half her sisters size.
        "To be in love." Windsor smiled softly at her sister.
        "Do you really want to know?" Elowen nodded her head vigorously, as she sits down between her sister and the box.
       Windsor placed her fingers on her lap, she was silent for a moment.
      "Well, um." Windsor sighed, trying to figure out how to put her feelings into words.
        "You know Romeo and Juliet?" Elowen quickly nodded her head.
         "It's like love at first sight. When he came to give father the swords, when he was fourteen that's when everything changed. Caspain taught me how to live more freely, to seek adventure. He showed me what love is, to love somebody. My heart stops whenever he's in my vicinity, something that is hard to explain. He knows how to make me laugh, a real laugh. He makes me love myself, and learn how to stand up for myself. He's the only one that understands me when nobody listens, when you or mother keep nagging me for being in love with the blacksmiths' son, I just ignored it and continued to love him." She lets out a heavy sigh, she pushes her back against the bed.
    She stares at the ceiling to see that it has circles with designs that look like vines that are squares around the circles. There is a chandelier in the center of the four squares. Elowen soon joined her as she laid her back against the soft mattress. They were resting against a white quilt with flowers embroidered on the top. She had six pillows on her bed that had silk pillowcases on them, as they were a champagne color.
     "Have you ever thought of running away?" Windsor leans on her side to look at her sister.
      "Why do you ask?" The girl rubs her fingers against the fabric.
       "Do you remember all those stories about pirates as a child that you told me about?" Windsor hums in response.
        "I want that. I want the adrenaline rush, to steal ships, to explore the world. The find love, and not have to live underneath these walls anymore." The girl raises her hands as she speaks.
        "You're of age, you could marry whomever you desire. And yet, here I am living my life in a teenager body that is barely developed. My breasts are so tiny that the boys at school make fun of me. They call me a boy, as I liked to play tag and don't care if I get dirt underneath my fingernails. I like this boy in my class but he doesn't see me the same way. I want to be like you, instead of trying to be better for our mother's attention. We already know that you're her favorite." Windsor listened intently, knowing exactly how she felt.
       "I want to feel the wind against my hair. I want to he able to feel the sand against my toes. To learn how to fight, to be like one of them. Do you ever feel that way?" Elowen asks.
      "Every night." The girl responded, as she stared at the small rose that was connected to a vine.
      "What if we did?" Windsor looked at her sister as if she was crazy.
       "Hell no!" The girl exclaimed, not caring that she had just cursed.
        "It's a suggestion Windy. If you want to be with Caspian, the only chance you have is to run away with him." She let her sister's words sink in.
       Windsor frowned, knowing she was right.
      "We were going to run away tonight." The girl whispered, her face holding guilt.
    "You were?" Windsor falls onto her back again, and let's out a growl of frustration.
      "I love him, Elowen, I want to be happy! He makes me happy! My soul feels complete with him in my arms. I just want to be able to love him. I want to be able to feel his touch every morning, and every night when we wake up and go to sleep. To feel his warmth, but I know that he won't need me anymore when I get engaged. What if I'm not worthy?" The girl lets out a heavy sigh.
    The girl's stayed silent after their deep conversation. Something that was very rare for the sisters to have. They only had each other, a bond that will never break.