Charming Charlie

Charity and Hope

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This chapter didn't actually take me long to write, maybe it's because I literally spent a whole day on it, but I think my time was well spent...

Dedicated to skip_a_beat for a lovely comment she made!

Also I have references to Christianity in this and if for any reason at all people get offended by me using these references, know that I am Christian and I don't mean to offend anyone with my writing! :)

P.s. This chapter is not proofread and if anyone spots mistakes, please don't hold back on telling me!

Chapter 6

Charlotte's POV

It was Sunday, the day where I could officially do what I wanted, well within reason. What I mean to say is that Sunday, being a holy day, was the day of rest, meaning that I didn't have any tutoring to get through, or lessons to survive. Sunday was the day where I went out and tried to be charitable, no-one else knew that, other than Amore and a selected few of the chefs. I hated being associated with having a lot of money, but liked to put it to good use. Mother and Father did not know where I went on Sunday's, they were never able to get a word out of me, I would have told them if I didn't think they would look down on what I did, yes of course they were charitable too, but they didn't go to the extent that I did, they normally donated large sums of money to an orphanage trust, but I liked experiencing what not so well off people went through, it kept me grounded and deflated my head of air. It is the young children that suffer the most, poor families whom live on the street have children that they can't provide for, children they don't even have enough money to feed and clothe, they can't pay for the children's education either, meaning the children would end up as their parents had. I go into the city and give opportunities to children and adults alike, I don't trust giving donations to a charity group for I am never entirely sure if I am being scammed or not, many people are extremely selfish in this day and age.

It was early morning, the sun tinged the sky with a deep purple and bright orange, merging into a picture worthy of painting, silhouettes of birds fluttered around the vast space, enjoying their freedom. I gazed at my profile in the full length mirror, my plain old powder blue cotton dress and clunky old leather boots peeking out a little from underneath my floor length tattered and weathered brown cape covering a large extent of the rest of my clothing. The hood of the cape when up would hide my face and recognisable red ringlets, not only that but the cape would give me the exterior persona of a poor person as it was rather ancient and composed of cheap scratchy material that was fraying at the edges and a stringy rope tying it together at the neck. I had found it a few years ago when cleaning out one of the unused stable rooms, it's aroma was one of musty hay and dust, if that even has a smell, but to sniff at it would leave you sneezing at the constant itching in your nose. I didn't like people to know who I was, I felt that if a random stranger helped them out, they would be compelled to do something with their life and maybe have a bit more faith in humanity, or something along those lines, but I wanted what I did to make a difference to somebody out there.

I kept the hood of my cloak down for the meantime and galloped downstairs and into the kitchen where the smell of freshly baked bread blasted my senses, I took a big whiff and smiled.

"Thank you!" I cried out to Amore and the Chefs in the kitchen, heaving the large baskets full of bread rolls off of the table and sealing the baskets shut so they didn't go stale and would not fall out.

The stable was my next destination, it was there that I strapped the baskets onto Gypsy, making sure he was of no discomfort, and placed the saddle upon his back. A rugged satchel filled with money stayed hidden from curious eyes underneath the cloak I wore, mainly to hide from picket-pockets at large. The money was my parents', they didn't know I took it, they didn't even realise as it made not even a small dent in their bank account, but I assured myself it was all for the greater good and the money was better spent on some street urchins dinner than another one of mothers silly gowns that would probably never see daylight anyway. I would of course use my own money instead of theirs, but my parents never let me access it, I will only be able to access it when I am married but for now it is all in a vault somewhere, though they were good at hiding detail of my account from me, mother was rather careless with the details of hers and fathers, making it easy for me to gain admittance to their vault. I wouldn't call it stealing, it was just... Helping...