The day started off early for the young noble, Thomasin, being up at dawn. The servants were still asleep when she awoke, allowing her to slip away without being caught. Her bare feet brushed against the cold stone ground, following the hallways to the kitchen where she made a brew that consisted of mug wort and mint. Letting the loose leaves steep in the hot water for a few minutes. Thomasin sat in silence until she began getting wafts of the fragrant scent of the mint tea, quickly pouring herself some tea.
She hummed in enjoyment as she sipped the tea, the warm liquid spreading its warmth through the ceramic cup. A few heavy footsteps were heard in the background as well as the loud clicking of metal against metal. Thomasin’s eyes darted past the doorway of the kitchen and saw a tall figure in armor, immediately recognizing the scarf and broach. “Elizabeth!” The noble said cheerily. “How nice it is to see you this fair morning!” Elizabeth let out a small chuckle as Thomasin said her formalities. “You know you don’t have to act like that around me, right Tommy?” The older girl took off her helmet, releasing the slight curly locks of hers. “I know!” Thomasin retorted, “I’m just being nice.” Elizabeth scoffed with a hint of laughter behind it, “You? Nice? Pfft- “The brunette girl laughed a bit, teasing the smaller girl. “Hey! I’ll have you know that I did all my duties yesterday.” Thomasin crossed her arms, glaring at the other girl.
“All of them?” Elizabeth sounded surprised. “Yes, I did!” Thomasin was, quite frankly, offended that Elizabeth was so surprised. “Hm. Nice to see one of the nobles gets their work done.” Thomasin stuck her tongue out at Elizabeth mockingly and started to jog out of the kitchen, getting close to the throne room. Elizabeth would be following along but kept her distance from her. She was not allowed in the throne room as she had made a large mess when she was younger.
Soft murmurs of conversation were heard as the two got closer and closer to the door to the throne room. Two voices, one distinctly lower than the other, was a man. Thomasin’s brows furrowed together in curiosity, leaning her ear against the door to get a better hint at what they were talking about. Elizabeth cautiously placed a hand on Thomasin’s shoulder, shaking it gently. The blonde-haired one made a shooing motion with her hand, trying to listen to the conversation on the other side of the door. “Tommy- “Elizabeth whispered quickly, “If your mother catches you, you’re going to be dragged by the ear and punished for eavesdropping. You know how much she hates eavesdroppers.” Another cautious whisper from the lady-knight. “Shush, ‘Beth.” Thomasin shooed her away again. Elizabeth let out a groan and mumbled inaudibly, internally regretting her next actions.
Elizabeth swiftly picked up Thomasin and began running towards the open door to the courtyard, Thomasin letting out a small shriek. “Elizabeth! Put me down!” She hit her fist against Elizabeth’s shoulder, trying to get put down. Realizing her efforts were useless, she gave up, lying limp in Elizabeth’s arms. “Sorry, Tommy. It’s just your mother is quite scary when she’s mad.” Elizabeth said while looking at the girl in her arms. Thomasin rolled her eyes, thinking to herself, ‘I could deal with her myself.’ The blonde-haired girl got sat down on the grass, Elizabeth also plopping herself down next to her. “You would’ve been stuck in quite of a predicament if I didn’t take you.” Thomasin scoffed lightly at the comment. “I’ll have you know that I am fully capable to take care of my own problems!” She sighed a bit, “But I’m glad I have you to look out for me.” Thomasin smiled at the chestnut-headed girl and placed her hand on hers. “I love and cherish you for that.”
Stunned at Thomasin’s words, Elizabeth’s mouth hung open, making Thomasin laugh. “If you keep your mouth open any longer, you’re going to attract flies!” She snorted a bit before reaching out to push Elizabeth’s chin up. “I- Uhm” Elizabeth was awkward when it came to being appreciated, but she was interrupted before she could say anything back. “Madam Disraeli, your mother wishes to speak to you.” One of the other servants announced, making Thomasin look away from Elizabeth. “Oh. Well then, I will talk to you later Elizabeth.” Thomasin got up and went back into the manor, leaving the servant and Elizabeth alone.
“You can’t get too attached to her, Elizabeth. She’ll be courted sooner or later.” The servant plainly stated, making Elizabeth grit her teeth. “I know that! But it doesn’t mean that she has to marry the courter!” Elizabeth was upset, mad even. She didn’t want the girl that she loved to get married to another person. “Well, She doesn’t get a say in that, her mother does.” Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “I don’t even want to hear about her mother.” The brown-haired girl let out a sigh and began walking back to her quarters in the castle.
Thomasin walked into the throne room, seeing her mother and a middle-aged man talking together. “Ah, Thomasin. This is King Gregory Freifeld, he is to be your husband.” Thomasin's mother said while looking at Thomasin. “Husband?” Thomasin let out a small laugh. “A husband?” She couldn’t believe it. “Yes, dear. A husband.” Lady Disraeli stated, making Thomasin scoff in disbelief. “But I don’t want a husband, mother.”
Lady Disraeli's eyes narrowed, a spark of anger hidden deep in the cerulean blue hues of her eyes. “It doesn’t matter, it’s not what you want.” She said with hostility. Thomasin scowled at the man and her mother, turning on her heel and walking out of the throne room. “You disgraceful child! You are getting married to this man whether you like it or not!” The lady said making Thomasin let out a loud aggravated yell. She began running off to the knights quarters, where Elizabeth lay in silence. The large wooden door burst open, calling the attention of a few of the knights, including Elizabeth. “Thomasin?” An alarmed Elizabeth said, sitting up from the cot she laid in.
Angry tears bubbled up in Thomasin’s eyes, blurring out her vision as she stood in the doorway. Small sobs came from her as she tried her hardest to wipe her tears away. Quiet murmurs went around the room as most of the knights stared at the crying girl. Elizabeth quickly approached her and embraced her , rubbing comforting circles into her back. “Let’s go somewhere private, Thomasin.” She picked up the girl and began walking towards the noble’s quarters which were away from most people.
“I’m getting married..” A mere whisper came out of Thomasin’s mouth, her voice still wracked with sobs. She was distraught over the thought. “Wh-What?” Elizabeth stammered, stopping in her tracks. “Married? Off to who?” She wasn’t expecting the reason of why the girl she was carrying in her arm, to be marriage. “Gregory Freifeld.” Thomasin murmured. Elizabeth’s eye narrowed and she grit her teeth, most of the thoughts in her mind filled with vulgar insults. “No. You’re not getting married to him, even if your jerk of a mother says so.” She bluntly said, beginning to walk again. Thomasin’s eyes slightly widened but she didn’t say anything, wondering where Elizabeth was going with her little speech. “He doesn’t deserve you. None of them do.” Elizabeth quickly glanced down at the girl in her arms, murmuring something under her breath.
The blonde-haired girl stared up at her with a confused expression, making Elizabeth shake her head in dismissal. “We’re getting away from here tonight.” A small pause, “I’ve already got a plan on how, we just need to pack supplies and clothes.” Thomasin nodded, still trying to process this new information.
Elizabeth quickly headed into Thomasin’s quarters, setting the maiden on the bed. “Wait- W-Why are you doing this for me?” Thomasin asked, staring up at Elizabeth. Elizabeth opened her mouth slightly, letting out a nervous breath. “Because- Because I love you, Thomasin.” Elizabeth’s cheeks lit up with a rosy color, clear embarrassment showing.
Thomasins’ eyes widened, her cheeks reddening from the small declaration with such a strong meaning. “Elizabeth- I.” She stammered a bit before standing up and placing a small kiss on Elizabeths’ cheek. Elizabeth smiled a bit, staring down at Thomasin awkwardly. “Wow-“ She said, shocked entirely. Thomasin had a cheeky grin on her face, “What are you doing, standing there? Come on, we’ve got a escape to do.” Thomasin quickly grabbed one of the bags and began grabbing some tunics and some trousers that she had. “I’ll uh- go grab the food.” Elizabeth ran off to the kitchen, leaving Thomasin in her room.
Thomasin stared at a pair of scissors on the vanity table and grabbed them, holding the blades up to her blonde locks. Chop! The blonde hair that had been cut off fell to the floor with a small plop. Her hair that reached to her mid-back, now reached her chin. Elizabeth walked in swiftly, changed into a outfit of a cream-colored tunic, brown tights, and brown boots, accompanied by a red cloak. “You ready, Thomasin?”
She nodded, grabbing the bag of clothes that would fit both her and Elizabeth. “Alright, Time to go.” Elizabeth grabbed Thomasins’ hand and began running towards the exit. Some shouts of the other guards were heard, not far behind them. “Stop that ungrateful child, this instant!” The Lady Disraeli screeched, pointing her finger at the two running girls. Thomasin grinned widely as they reached the woods, letting go of Elizabeths’ hand to lead the way. Most of Lady Disraeli’s guards had given up for they were to fast to catch, so a loud yell of frustration was heard by the two lovers who had run-away.
Thomasin and Elizabeth ended up in a town not-so far away from the noble palace, but they quickly headed off on a train to whoever knows where, living in amaranthine love.
