Lemon Lavender

4・Lavender

LAVENDER

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To say this woman was an enigma would be almost rude to those who claimed that title, she was far worse, she was baffling, beyond comprehension, and overall, insane.

Part of me had thought to push her in front of that carriage, the other reached for her and pulled her close, I had never understood women.

"Oh dear count, have you not had enough of this town? Shall we head back?" She said with a little grin.

I didn't know what she was thinking, or why she looked so overjoyed to be here, clearly it wasn't some petty love like most noble women came to me with, or a mere attraction, it was more as if she was a puppet in a play, but so was I.

Sighing I stepped closer, offering my hand, while I despised linking arms with her, if I were to not rumors would no doubt fester.

"Come along then, return we shall." I said clearly.

But hearing me speak only brightened the color on her cheeks, as if any time I voiced a syllable she was a mere pet being praised.

Creepy was one to describe it, doll like another, she had the softest looking gestures I'd ever seen, she didn't wear much makeup and always smelled of lemons and honey.

And why am I thinking of this woman?

Struggling to not reach for the bridge if my nose, I walk her to the carriage, and upon entering, she looks back to me and asks.

"Do you think I'd make a pretty corpse under a carriage?"

I didn't know if she was serious or not, rolling my eyes the thought caresses my mind, her body splattered on the pavement would be a delight, but not pretty.

"Well...." Yet I was quickly interrupted.

"Actually Nevermind, I know what you'll say, to home shall we?" Roughly entering the carriage, she sat down and I quickly followed.

What does she mean by that? Is she claiming to predict what I can say?

My feathers now rather ruffled, I straighten my posture, uncomfortable in my seat.

"What do you mean by that?" I demand.

Looking at me, she leans into the palm of her hand as her elbow sits on the window. "Why I mean what I mean good sir."

"Will you not tell me?" I say with a rather charming smile, yet to my dismay, she only grinned at the attempt.

Twirling her hair with her finger, she looked to the window, and for a second I could have sworn she looked....empty.

Corpse-like even, as if her very soul had been whisked away.

"Because I do, after all, I'm getting in the way of you meeting a fine gentleman~ of course I wouldn't look good as a carriage corpse~" Flailing her hand about dramatically, she made quite the fuss.

But I begged to differ, she would make a stunning corpse, not that saying that would help any, it would only invite her to act out.

Looking out the window, I could help but steal glances at her, she truly seemed to enjoy life, the sun, the clouds and even the grass made this woman brighten up, as if she was a child.

Well, I suppose she is, last I checked she was a mere seventeen, and she never debuted when she turned sixteen either so she has no acquaintances in high society, she was to be married off soon.