Sorry, Alaric. I meant to write sooner. Things have been so busy. I met with a boy today. His name is Niles. He's my age. Well. I'll be his age in a matter of weeks. Niles is quiet. A lot like me. I imagine he doesn't have many friends either. My mother and father spent time with Niles'parents while Niles and I sat in silence mostly. It's a bit awkward to think of it. In a year's time, my parents will need to choose the boy that I'm to be betrothed to. I'd like to think that I'd have some amount of say in this. But I trust my parents. Rather, I trust my mother. Mother will make sure that my future husband will be kind and gentle. Father will just be happy that I'm no longer his responsibility. Of course, we wouldn't be married until I turned eighteen. That would give us two years to get to know each other more. It is exciting and terrifying at the same time.
On one side, I won't be alone anymore. I'll not only have a friend, but a best friend. At least, that's what my parents say of each other. But on the other hand, I'll be a wife. I'll move out of my mother's house and into the house of my husband. That will be a strange and new adjustment. I should hope that by the time things happen, my husband and I will adore each other.
We'll be meeting with another boy in the family by next week. I suppose with my birthday coming along, my parents are quite anxious to find a proper match for me. There's a lot riding on making the perfect combination. I'll let you know how the next meeting goes, Alaric. Thank you for always being here for me. Until next time.
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