For the Love of Amity

Eleven

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Eleven
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The King of Roswen paced back and forth in his study. The more he thought about his son and the common girl, the more worried he became. He did not have an issue with Seth marrying this girl, but he had already been promised to the Duke of Whitebridge's daughter. And the king wasn't one to go back on a deal.

"Sire?" A young feminine voice called from behind the study doors. The king sighed and opened them, facing one of the young servant maids. He merely raised an eyebrow at her intrusion. She blushed, looking down at the floor. "I 'ave been told to inform you that you're carriage is ready for departure." She said with a slight twang in her voice, possibly Irish? The king didn't know off the top of his head.

"Thank you, you're dismissed." He said. The maid curtsied and walked away as speedily as possible from the rather intimidating man.

After gathering a few things from his study, the king left the room, locked the door and headed out to the front of the palace where his carriage was awaiting him. The driver tipped his hat in a respectful manner.

"How are we today mi'lord?" The man asked, smiling slightly. The king smiled back at him, tipping his head in acknowledgment.

"Never better." He said with a hint of sarcasm making the driver laugh.

"Alright mi'lord, it's not a short ride there, but we should make it by dawn." The driver informed. The king nodded, stepping up into the carriage.

"Well then, we shall be off." The king said as he shut the door and the driver whipped the horses, egging the on to walk.

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Seth stretched out his neck, rubbing the back of his arm against his sweaty forehead. He was happy that Obadiah had allowed him to keep working for him even after he told him who he really was. Obadiah had mentioned he didn't want anyone suspicious of the boy, but Seth wasn't all too sure that was the truth. He was pretty sure his little almost-fiancee had something to do with it. Not that he was complaining.

"Alright Seth, David, let's call it a day." Obadiah said, walking passed the two young men. Seth let out a deep breath stretched himself. One thing he misses about palace life was the hot baths at the end of the day. They always soothed him, it was his favorite thing to do when he got the chance, sit in the steaming water until it grew chilled.

He wondered how Amity would like a hot bath. He also wondered if she'd be willing to take one with him. He stopped his thoughts before they could go any farther, the last thing he needed was to fantasize about something that might not even have the chance of happening. Though, he wished it could.

Seth started his walk home, lost in his thoughts of Amity and the palace life. He was sure she would hate it, he did. And as much as he didn't want to put her through something she would hate, he couldn't stand the thought of losing her. So on his walk home, he thought of all the things he could do for her to make her more comfortable with life at the palace. He wanted to make sure she was always happy. He didn't ever want her to be miserable because of him.

He approached his home, smiling in content. If he did end up going back to the palace, he wanted to build a little cottage out in the fields his father never touched. A place where he and Amity could get away and be...normal for a while. He was sure she would like that.

Like most nights, Seth headed to the river to clean up. The sun was just starting to set making the temperature drop slightly, but since it was spring it didn't drop too much. When he got there, he was surprised to see Amity. Well some of her anyway, she was neck deep in the water, her hair pinned up in a graceful bun. She was facing away from him, her hands adjusting her hair on her head every so often. Seth drew nearer to the water, about to call out to her when he noticed the small pile of clothes on the ground just feet from the water's edge. His voice stalled in his throat. One of two things could happen here. One; he called out to her and she screams and yells at him for spying on her once again. Two; he remains quiet and slowly backs away, hoping to return later on when she's clothed. The second option would have worked if she didn't stand up.