Dearest Evelyn

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(young Evelyn to the right)          

  -Age 10-

I was caught again in my new dress, jumping and running about with my fellow friends- who were also boys. Gina promised not to tell my mother if I promised not to continue running around. Grumpily, I agreed, but grit my teeth in patience as I waited for Gina’s back to be turned.

My three best friends, Hector, Gwindire and Terrin had more than just a few of adventures (and a few misadventures) throughout our childhood. Hector was the son of Baron Pourt; Gwindire was the son of my father’s close companion, Sir William, who was also the General of King Harold’s army; and Terrin was the nephew of King Harold. My father served as a knight with Sir William.

My mother had always tried to steer me towards more womanly things, such as sewing and such . . . but on the side note she didn’t mind my playful tomboyish tactics. As long as I did my chores, practiced my sewing and weaving, practiced making and using herbal medicines and practiced small cooking skills, she was fine with my friend choice. Father however, didn’t approve as much.

“My dearest Gregor,” my mother had said. “She is nearing the age that suitors start to look for a bride. Perhaps her friends might turn out to be prominent suitors.”

My father only grumbled and I tuned them out. I was too young to even think of marriage, despite my mother’s subtle hints, and especially of marriage to my best friends!

I didn’t exactly like playing with the other little girls my age. They were always more focused on their hemming or cooking or talk of marriage one day to want to play. When they did play, it was hardly further than outside the courtyard. They didn’t like mud, like me and my friends.

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Gwindire had begun his training as a knight, under his father’s watchful eyes, of course. He was away now more often than not, so Hector, Terrin and I would either come watch him practice, or just find something else to do.

Hector had told me his father expected him to take his place one day. His father was one of King Harold’s closest friends and advisors, so it was sure he would accept Hector one day into his steps.

Terrin had always been revered since he was, after all, the king’s nephew. He was more like me, being more interested in play rather than courtly duties.

My friends were my closest and heart-felt companions, who I could always rely on, whether it was for company or companionship. The only other person in the world that I looked up more to was my mother.