The Prince wants detailed, erm, measurements of the local girls again, never mind that they are not royalty. He's certainly not picky. Not a one fits his precise expectations.
I don't want to disappoint Lui-sama. Not that he should be asking such things in the first place. Rosemarie, the miller's daughter, is something close to his...preferences. She is not q-quite up to size, however. Teresa, who the tailor’s orphaned niece, is, well, close enough, and I suppose the Prince would like to hear of her...
I cannot return to the Prince until I find someone suitable! He’ll flay me alive if I don’t! B-but there aren’t many young, eligible women in this town, so should I then scourer the next one over? It’s half a day’s journey, but surely if I take the horse…
I’ve been walking through the small town square, thinking these thoughts, and suddenly the driver of the wagon just ahead reins in his horse abruptly, jerking to a halt two feet from running over a child who’d just run out into the road. Parcels have been thrown from the back of the wagon, scattered across the ground now. The man himself was nearly thrown.
I would haven helped the man pick up his things, if anger had not clouded his face as he jumped from his seat and stalked purposefully toward the perpetrator. Instead, I had only eyes for the child.
Hurrying forward, I cut the angry man off and kneel down by the boy now covered in dust, checking him over for broken bones. Only a few cuts and bruises, and I sigh in relief.
The man is not happy the I have interfered.
He starts yelling at the child, who cowers from him, hiding behind me. I shield him with my body as best I can, apologizing in his stead.
The man turns a deeper shade of red even as I plead with him.
He bellows something that sounds more like a shout of rage than actual words, and raises a hand to hit the child. I shield the poor boy with my body and take the blow. The poor thing is shivering.
It lands and he proceeds to kick me a few times; it does not hurt nearly as much as Lui-sama’s punishments. I don’t care if the man hits me, as long as the child is all right.
He gets bored soon enough and stalks off, more irritated than angry, and drives his cart around us.
I ask the boy if he’s all right. He says yes, and thanks me shy with a smile. The child scampers off before I can take him home myself.
I look down at my dusty, mud splattered clothes and feel the bruises forming across my back and shoulders. At least the boy is all right.
I walk down the road again, careful not to jar my shoulder as a particularly heavy bruise is centered. I’ll look for some sort of bath house, a place to wash my clothes; I have enough money. I do not want to trouble Lui-sama, and I need to continue my search.
I don't want to disappoint Lui-sama. Not that he should be asking such things in the first place. Rosemarie, the miller's daughter, is something close to his...preferences. She is not q-quite up to size, however. Teresa, who the tailor’s orphaned niece, is, well, close enough, and I suppose the Prince would like to hear of her...
I cannot return to the Prince until I find someone suitable! He’ll flay me alive if I don’t! B-but there aren’t many young, eligible women in this town, so should I then scourer the next one over? It’s half a day’s journey, but surely if I take the horse…
I’ve been walking through the small town square, thinking these thoughts, and suddenly the driver of the wagon just ahead reins in his horse abruptly, jerking to a halt two feet from running over a child who’d just run out into the road. Parcels have been thrown from the back of the wagon, scattered across the ground now. The man himself was nearly thrown.
I would haven helped the man pick up his things, if anger had not clouded his face as he jumped from his seat and stalked purposefully toward the perpetrator. Instead, I had only eyes for the child.
Hurrying forward, I cut the angry man off and kneel down by the boy now covered in dust, checking him over for broken bones. Only a few cuts and bruises, and I sigh in relief.
The man is not happy the I have interfered.
He starts yelling at the child, who cowers from him, hiding behind me. I shield him with my body as best I can, apologizing in his stead.
The man turns a deeper shade of red even as I plead with him.
He bellows something that sounds more like a shout of rage than actual words, and raises a hand to hit the child. I shield the poor boy with my body and take the blow. The poor thing is shivering.
It lands and he proceeds to kick me a few times; it does not hurt nearly as much as Lui-sama’s punishments. I don’t care if the man hits me, as long as the child is all right.
He gets bored soon enough and stalks off, more irritated than angry, and drives his cart around us.
I ask the boy if he’s all right. He says yes, and thanks me shy with a smile. The child scampers off before I can take him home myself.
I look down at my dusty, mud splattered clothes and feel the bruises forming across my back and shoulders. At least the boy is all right.
I walk down the road again, careful not to jar my shoulder as a particularly heavy bruise is centered. I’ll look for some sort of bath house, a place to wash my clothes; I have enough money. I do not want to trouble Lui-sama, and I need to continue my search.
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