Deeds Not Words

❅ chapter five: trousers

He pulled away, looking at me, satisfied. "Well-uhm, I'll leave you alone to get changed" he stroked my cheek and lifted Amelia and his bag up and strode out of my bedroom.

I got changed and folded my clothes neatly and placed them on the velvet chair at the side of my room and crawled into my bed, thoughts going through my head like leaves in the wind.

I thought that this might be just a one time thing and we will never discuss it ever again. It didn't seem that way though, because when I awoke the next day, there was a piece of paper by my bedside. I rubbed the sleep our of my eyes and wiped the corners of them.

I reached over to it, tiredly and opened the rough-feeling paper.

"Dear Marigold,
Hopefully when you see this you've awoke from a nice, peaceful dream in your warm bed. I'm writing a letter to you, which you may declare a love letter.

It seemed that us meeting at the café, at the protest and then me becoming the nurserymaid for your siblings was a case of serendipity, a true chain of amazingly coincidental events!

But, Marigold Aldaine, you've been the subject of my thoughts for a while now.
I long to see your hand on mine and to hear your voice,that's as sweet as honey, say loving things to me.

Us kissing was a miracle to me, a splendid experience quite frankly.
Although, I don't know when we can go somewhere, just me and you, maybe we could go to a park, filled with daisies? Or a trip to a restaurant? Whatever you want of course.

I also adore your free-willed, determined personality. You're very kind and loving and a total delight to be around. I love your bravery too, especially for having a father like yours and you go out, following in your mother's footsteps, to be a supporter of 'the cause'

God knows when we'll be allowed to go to another suffrage event. That's me done with rambling on though,

I love you.

Yours Sincerely,
- Benjamin."

I looked at it in awe for a few minutes. He described me in such detail, to make me feel like I was indeed pretty. I folded the paper back neatly and placed it by my bedside again and began to stroke my pillow softly. My mind was wandering off to meetings with Benji, but then soon drastically escalated to suffragettes.

I've been very confused with the whole suffrage thing, I almost feel like I'm not doing enough. But mother's not going to let me go to one.

I got out of bed, and slipped on my slippers and made my way to the kitchen.

It gets boring, waking up every day to the same old overly-decadent kitchen. But Mildred always prepares something new everyday.

Mildred wasn't there yet. I thought it was quite odd because she is usually there every time I wake up too early, setting out the plates and cutlery, or preparing the breakfast, but I could still hear her muffled shuffles in her bed in the cupboard under the stairs.

I turned back around and made my way to where Benji was sleeping, in his own furnished room. I knocked quietly on the well painted door and walked in. Benji was awake, sitting at his writing desk, looking through some books.

"Good morning Benji" I greeted him, walking over and smoothing out my nightgown. "Good morning Marigold," He smiled and got up, "can I kiss you on the cheek?" He asked. I nodded, smiling joyfully and he kissed my cheek lovingly.

"I read your letter Benji. Thank you for writing those things about me. It means alot" I mentioned to him and he smiled softly. "No problem Marigold, but goodness gracious I wish I had teased you about it longer" he joked and gave me a playful jab at my arm. I laughed softly.