Someone Of Little Consequence

Chapter 2

I sat by the river thinking about the past I was forced to remember. It had been 3 years since that fateful day.

I had bottled up my true feelings for years, not letting my anger control me, always in a state of content, not overjoyed, not depressed. If I allowed myself to feel it would be a grave mistake.

I closed myself off from almost everyone, sealing myself away from the people who betrayed me. I felt truly saddened me that I could not even look at the villagers in the eye without such a strong rush of hate filling my heart.

But that's the way it was, that is the way it had been for three years. The only person I could count on was Mrs. Fitzgerald, the only brave soul out of the lot of them.

She understood what it was like to be betrayed, she was the one that helped to heal me when I fled from the village.

Of course to my ever helpful luck, she was taken by the marksmen , a year ago. She had thrown the marksmen off his horse, then proceeded to beat him with a large stick. I don't know what possessed her to do this. Maybe she was as fed up as I was that no one would go against them.

Or maybe she was as crazy as everyone thought she was. But I doubted the latter. Something about the look in her eye and the way she ran, it was like she wanted to get caught.

Like she needed to get caught in order to prove something. What that something was I could not tell you. She had given no incentive to me over the course of the 2 years we had lived together.

Then again she always did speak in such cryptic messages, she could have revealed her true motive and I could have just passed it off as some strange plan she had, because she had plenty.

I missed her gravelly, her presence was always so welcoming and kind. I knew that wherever she ended up, she would be cursing my name if I ever did anything even close to rebellious.

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After washing my clothing at the river, I brought my clothes up to the house to dry.

It was a small house, Mrs. Fitzgerald and I had built it soon after the burning of our village. We wanted to get away from the ashes and death and the people who had betrayed us. So we had built the house a couple of meters away from the village.

It wasn't short of a shack but it was beautiful all the same. We filled it with trinkets we had found and small prices we loved.

I sighed thinking of what Mrs. Fitzgerald would say if she was hear now. If only..

I sat down in a chair that my father had made me, before the attack. I was catching up on my reading, hoping to grow my intellect beyond what it was.
 
Trying not to think about the past and where it had brought me to.

I was almost halfway through when I knock sounded on my door. I placed my book on the chair and made my way to the door.

I opened it, "Good evening, Estelle" Sir William bowed at me. "Good evening, Prince William, I had no expected you till the next fort night" I curtsied. I let the door open so that he could come in.

He sighed, "Estelle, I wish that you would not call me that, we are engaged after all" he brought my hand to his lips kissing it lightly.

"I am well aware" I stated curtly. I was engaged to a noble man, he had been passing through our village, when he had noticed that a forest fire started and it was steadily approaching my home.

He had quickly warned me to get out and managed to get the fire extinguished before it reached my humble abode.

That was the first night we had met, I offered him inside and asked him about his journey, from Kingdom Lazarith to my Kingdom Knarnid.