Forever and Always

Marriage?

*longest chapter I've done so far

Two months have passed since he left. Work has been work. At least I only cook for two people but I miss his presence, and I couldn't stop thinking of our kiss. I smiled and smiled and smiled every-time I though of it.

It was time to go down to cook for dinner. Apparently I have three extra guests. I didn't ask for details though.
As I went into the kitchen I heard voices of the the unfamiliar guests and what seemed like English accents. I couldn't help but wonder who they were to the King.

As I sat dinner down for each of them it's seemed as if they were on the same societal level as the King. It was a mother, father, and daughter. They were all gorgeous, identical long blonde hair and blue eyes. When I  finished handling the food, I went back inside the kitchen to clean and fix myself food. Maybe even listen to their conversation since I couldn't tune it out even if I tried.

"Yes the marriage is set after Prince Cane returns, then I will give him the crown."

I just listened in shock. Marriage. Why? Is this Canes choice? But in the end he has a duty to be king.

"Yes our daughter is very excited, though she has never seen him, the way you describe him he seems to be a piece of artwork.
He is, I thought.

"My son is mighty and a true fit to be king. He will definitely fall for your gorgeous daughter. Hopefully they will become a powerful match."

"Thank you, and we thank you for letting us stay for dinner we will be back a week before he returns from his journey."

"It is no problem, no problem at all."

As I eavesdropped, I realized the conversation was over and it was time to clean the plates. I picked up there plates one bye one each not saying thank you.

"And who might this be," the deep english voice asked.

"Ah, this is the cook no one of importance. She'll just be leaving as soon as the plates are collected."

Ha, without a cook you would starve, not important my foot.

As I was collecting the girl's plate who seemed to be around my age she whispered.

"What does Prince Cane look like, Is he handsome?"

"No he's quite unhandsome", it just slipped out even though I know he's far from that.

"Oh well maybe we have different tastes."

Maybe not.

10 months later.

The past ten months have been the same but I got one letter from Cane. Yes, only one a week before he arrives and the day the England group comes back. He explained that he misses my cooking very much and jokingly not me. He said his journey means nothing if I'm not there with him and how he would rather much be with me. He said he stills carries the pink ribbon I gave to him as it is of great importance to him.
I think of a planned marriage that is not him and I but of Sophia and Cane. Yes, Sophia's her name, the father is Dale, and the mother is Cecilia.

I wonder how he will take the news. I've chosen to let it go, there are many nights I've cried in bed but at the end of the day I am not of the same societal status. As much as I would like to be delusional, I am too aware. That doesn't mean I do not carry him in my heart.

I heard the doors open and multiple foot steps walk in. As it is night time and past dinner time I am in bed trying to read my book though lately it has been hard to focus since I only observe thoughts of Cane. I force myself to go to sleep but it's so hard to not listen. I decided to put my book down and crack my door open since I am the only one on this floor.

They will stay a floor below, gladly.

The next morning I get breakfast started. 6 more days, no, why should I care. We're back to friends, and that's all. I will not be a second choice. 5 days turned to 4, 3 turned to 2, and 1 day turned to one hour. I was in the kitchen preparing lunch when I heard the door open and an enthusiastic voice yell, "I'm home" and I knew who it was. I felt my heart beat faster and faster and the footsteps match my heart pace coming to me faster and faster.

"Hi,"he said in a nervous voice.

"Hi," I said in a stoic voice. I don't know why I indulged in such activities but I did and it's nothing to be angry about, but I should keep my distance.

"What's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong"
"Something IS wrong tell me"
"I wish I could"

I walked to the tray and place the last serving on and
walked outside to serve everyone.

"They are all waiting for you so you should sit at the table."