For the Love of Amity

Thirteen

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Thirteen
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Preparations started immediately as Seth and Amity made it to the palace. Harold had decided to stay in Pyven a few days though he didn't explain why, Amity knew it had something to do with Mistress Walker.

David and Mary came back with them, for a few days at least. And the servants seemed genuinely happy that Seth was back and with a fiancee.

One of the maids happily showed Amity to her room, where it was stocked with clothing and things that a woman would want or need. A porcelain tub was in the far corner of the room and a giant bed, bigger that all of her family's beds combined, against the center wall.

"I hope this isn't too much." Seth said from the doorway, daring not to step inside. "My father doesn't necessarily believe in...simple things."

Amity looked around the room once more, her eyes falling on the marvelous dresses that hung in the giant closet. She knew they all were meant to be worn for a different time, but she had no idea which. There were just so many.

"It's all very...overwhelming...but not in such a bad way." She ran her hand over the dozens of dresses. "But...which are for what?"

Seth chuckled, then pointed into the room. "May I?" She nodded and he proceeded forward. She knew it was improper for him to be in her room, but it was also improper for them to swim together and they had done that. He stood beside her, looking at the dresses.

"They're all for everyday wear." He shrugged, her eyes nearly bugged out of her head.

"But there are so many!" She cried.

"Yes," He nodded. "but any dress meant for a ball or something of that nature will not be ready made as these. They will be made two weeks prior with fittings and the whole bit." He explained.

Amity blushed, this was going to be difficult to get used to. "Can't I just wear these? There are enough." She bargained.

"These are simple dresses, they won't be accepted as formal attire." He frowned, knowing she hated this. He didn't like it much himself.

Amity looked at the dresses, they were anything but simple. "This is going to be a hard adjustment."

He sighed, taking her hands. "Amity, I'm sorry."

"Why?" She asked sadly.

"All I want is to be with you and I promised your father you'd be happy. But, you are already not and I do not know what you want me to do. This is my life and I can't make it much different. I would do my best to change everything for you, but I just can't." He lowered his eyes to the floor, a pained expression on his face.

"Seth," She cupped his cheek. "I do not care about any of this. I will do this if this is what it means to be your wife. And I am happy, I am happy because I have you. And that is all that matters."

Seth smiled and pressed a kiss to her head. "Amity, I-"

"Master Hastings! You mustn't be in Mi'lady's room!" A servant maid said, sweeping in and taking him out. "Such an improper way to behave! All your time away you've forgotten your manners!" She hit him on the head with her duster. Seth laughed.

"Calm down Marie, I was merely talking with my fiancee." He said in surrender. Amity blushed, gazing at the floor.

The maid squinted threateningly at Seth. "I was young and engaged once as well, I know what "talking" entails. Now, off with you! I must help Mi'lady dress for supper!" She smacked him again, causing Amity to giggle. Once Seth was gone and the door was shut, the maid turned to Amity. "Alright Mi'lady, let's get you dressed."