❛ IF IT TAKES FIGHTING A WAR FOR US TO MEET,
IT WILL HAVE BEEN WORTH IT. ❜
in which the world turns to the kings and queens of old,
but the kings and queens turn to a lonely knight.
𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙇𝙀𝙏𝙀𝘿
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EPILOGUE ( REAL LIFE ) ❛ WHO TELLS YOUR STORY ❜
If pathetic fallacy was the one thing that occupied the girl's mind, she agreed that 1949 was the dreariest of years she had ever experience in her entire lifetime. It rained almost every day, the sun never shone through the opaque clouds that loomed across the skies of Britain, and every poor soul that walked past the girl's window in the morning sported the most unexcited expressions she had ever seen. Of course, she had to argue that it was, in fact, England and she was to expect nothing less than the pouring rain and complaining citizens around every corner she turned. Consequently, the novelty of living in the city had completely worn off. At least in the proper countryside, there was a possibility of enjoying the temperamental weather with village activities and escaping to the boundary-less moors and valleys — unlike Cambridge, which the girl described as a city disguising itself as a country town.
Instead, the girl found herself living with her Aunt in the centre of Cambridgeshire, aiding her family in the ancient sweet shop which had somehow managed to survive a World War and endless restrictions due to wartime rationing. No less, the girl was even surprised the shop could muster up the few customers it already had. They were regulars though, she wouldn't expect any random citizen to walk in from the street and use up their limited supply of ration tokens on a jar of blueberry bonbons (although, blueberry bonbons were indeed her favourite so she wouldn't have judged the random customer if they did buy them).
Thankfully, much to the girl's excitement, her life serving a decrepit sweetshop was coming to an end. She had enlisted in the Woman's Royal Army Corps and she was rather excited about it, to say the least. Her preference of military service sat comfortably over managing the till in the shop filled to the brim with confectionary. It also meant that she could finally leave the pompously overrated town of Cambridge and return to the calmer atmosphere of the English countryside where she was born and raised. Too much of her dismay, being stuck in a town known for its intellectual power for the last nine years of her life had meant she hadn't seen plenty of the outside world — or out of the county, for that matter.
Nevertheless, the girl stood amongst the rows upon columns of sweets stacked up against the wall with her suitcase in hand and her satchel sat on her shoulder. The sharp whistling of her Aunt echoed in the background as she skimmed her fingers around the stock of sugar and blissfully drifted off into her own world of imagination and song.
"Now, which train was it that you're supposed to be taking, dear?" Aunt enquired, pausing for a moment in the midst of her searching to turn her head to glance at her niece. "The nine-thirty? If so, you better be off. You've worked hard for this job and I don't want to see it go to waste for your occasional lateness."
Quietly, the girl hummed in response, a slight emptiness in the way she replied to her jubilant relative. In her hand she held her ticket, her thumb brushing over the destination and the time. One-way. Suffolk. Nine-Thirty — Morning. Perhaps it was the sudden rush of arrangements that had lulled the girl into silence? After all, there hadn't been that much change in her life since... Well, she'd rather not talk about it.
