For the Love of Amity

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"Come back tomorrow around noon and you have yourself a job." Obadiah Turner said. Seth grinned happily.

"Yes sir! I'll see you at noon!" He said and started out of the shop, but Obadiah stopped him. He placed a thick hand on Seth's shoulder making the boy look at him. The old blacksmith gave him a stern look.

"Now, I noticed you met my daughter before when you were walking in here. My daughter is a good girl, and while you're working here, you will not be associating with her. Understand?" Obadiah threatened, crossing his thick arms over his broad chest. Everything about this man was big; his height, muscles, especially his fists. Seth tried not to let the man intimidate him, but on the inside he was quaking in his shoes.

"I understand sir." Seth agreed and finally left the shop. Obadian Turner was his new boss. He had a job. Seth grinned proudly on the walk home as he realization set in. He was doing it. He was living as his own man, making his own income. And he was damn proud of it too.

But the one thing that was bothering him, was the thought of not being able to talk to the dark-haired, brown-eyed beauty he accidentally knocked down into the mud earlier that day. He hadn't know she was Obadiah's daughter and of course he felt awful for knocking her down. But at the same time, he didn't. If he'd known her father was to be his boss, who forbade him to interact with her, he would have made their meeting a bit more...casual.

He hadn't been paying attention to where he was going and had ran straight into her. At first he was embarrassed. He apologized profusely and when he offered to help her, he was struck by her beauty. Never in his life had he ever seen a woman so beautifully, breathtakingly, flawless. Her dark hair framed her heart shaped face, her bow shaped pink lips turned into a pout, and her big brown eyes rendered him completely speechless as she glared up at him. The sound of her voice seemed to strike him blind, deaf, and dumb. She sounded like spring birds singing happily. Yes, he was comparing her voice to a bird's chirp. Her head had only come up to his chest, so she had to tilt her head back to look up at him. And he knew, as she gazed at him, she was what he wanted.

And not even her father could keep her away from him.

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"What do you mean "he left"?" The King of Roswen raised an eyebrow at his housemaid. He had sent her to fetch his son so that they may speak about his betrothal to the Dutchess of Whitebridge. The woman who he blatantly turned away. The King was not happy about that and neither was the dutchesses father.

"Well mi'lord, he's not in his chambers and he was also absent at breakfast. Not one of the staff he seen him anywhere on the estate. We believe he left in the night." The housemaid wrung her hands in front of her nervously. She tilted his head down in respect of her king, but inside she was seething. She hated her king and hated when she must show him respect he does not deserve. In her opinion, Seth was lucky. He got away and there was no way she would consider telling her kin where he went even if she knew. And she doesn't.

The king clenched his jaw and spoke to her through his teeth. "Send my men around estate, see if he wondered into the woods. If he is not found, have them report to me immediately."

The housemaid nodded and courtesied. "Yes mi'lord."

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"Ammie!" Chastity squealed, pulling on her sister's dress. Amity looked down at her baby sister and smiled.

"Yes?" She spoke softly. Chastity pointed to the small river beyond the forest line and grinned widely.

"Water! Whoosh!" The child dropped her hands, making waves in the air. Amity laughed at her silliness.