Ever so early was the sun, leaking bright orange light into the freshly cleaned home. Wiping off her hands, Cotton sighed in relief at the now glistening pile of wooden plates. Scanning around the luminous room, the Lavender haired woman scrutinized her work.
Kitchen chores? Complete!
Laundry? Complete!
Cleaning out the house? Complete!
Planting her hands to her hips in a proud manner, she grinned at the sparkling and shining home. Things seem to be better than ever today!
And yet there was a strange unsettling squeeze wiggling in her guts. It was like something was feeling off, and she couldn't decipher the perception from within her heart. The thought alone brought the young Wife to quirk her lips in suspicion. Did it possibly appear that things were... Almost too perfect?
Shall we have one good look around then? Suggested a small voice, comfort and curiosity leaking from it's words. Humming in agreement, the young woman pushed in a stool from the small wooden table, crossing her arms tightly against her chest as she wandered about the house.
After tossing more wood in the hearth, peeking up the rickety old stairway and organizing their shared bedroom once again, the young wife felt the pieces of her troubled nerves ease back together. All seemed to be well and in order. Nothing looked to be out of place.
"See!" She beams to herself, "There's nothing to be wary of." Waving her mind off she hopped down the last few steps, the huge dark clouds hovering over her senses rolling away.
Are you sure? Surely there must be something amiss! It is far too perfect...
She chuckles, a strain in her laugh as she opened the makeshift curtains further. "Oh nonsense, You are making me nervous!"
At that, her consciousness silenced, leaving her to her own devices. Pulling her bun tighter upon her head, Cotton turned around to ready for a late lunch, when lo and behold, right upon the barrels beside the front door, a very peculiar and important thing leaned in view.
'Rosa'. Dear olde 'Rosa'.
Just the sight of the lovely weapon made the young wife's heart steer out of control! Her face paled and her chest heaved to a horrified wheeze. This... This was not alright. Things were not well and in order.
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She ran out of her home. The only thing shielding her from the cold was a thick shawl wrapped around her shoulders. Her light colored locks whisked out of her tight bun as she sped away towards her Husband's work. Arms and wrist aching, she desperately powered through her small legs, her heart thundering painfully against her chest.
Clutching the long metallic sword in her hands made the winter air much more colder. And the weight of the Long Sword heaved down on her bones, causing her to wince at every jolt the elongated clump of metal would make in her movements.
Strangely, her conscious was asleep during this whole madness. Usually, her inner self would have chatted her brain away the moment she realized what her Husband had done. Were things actually alright? Was she freaking out for no reason at all? Or had her mind shut down on her in this panic inducing moment?
Shaking her head from her bothersome thoughts, the lass raced against time. Oh she hopped he wasn't in trouble. The stupid man had completely left his dear partner in arms behind!
'Rosa' clinked and rattled in her weak grasps. The grand sword shimmered luminously under the afternoon light, which only made Cotton click her tongue at her careless man. "Oh Louis, why must you be so forgetful!"
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My Dearest Lady Cotton
Short Story"To My Dearest Lady Cotton..." In the faraway winter Kingdom of Icetonia, lived a young house Wife and her dearly loved Husband. Busy as he is instructing the young Knightly recruits, the home they shared was consistently lonely. Without an air of...
