NaNoWriMo 06 - RJ - Chapter 6"Milady, you weren't at lunch. Is everything fine with you?" Mary asked, watching her mistress dubiously.
"... 'm not hungry, Mary..." Rosalie muttered. She was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling with a sad look on her face.
"Have you had breakfast? You aren't falling ill, are you, milady?" Mary came and made to try Rosalie's forehead, but Rosalie frowned and lightly slapped her hand off.
"I'm not sick. I'm... I'm a bad person, Mary", Rosalie mumbled, her lower lip trembling precariously. She felt tears well up in her eyes.
"Milady! What are you talking about? You're not a bad person at all...!"
"I am!" Rosalie cried and rolled her back towards Mary to wail on her pillow. Mary sat on the bed next to Rosalie and feeling confused she reached out and vaguely patted Rosalie on her shoulder.
"There, there... What's happened now...?"
"He's going to die and it's all my fault! Oh Mary, I don't want him to die! I didn't mean to, I just- I didn't think- I don't know...! I don't want
NaNoWriMo 06 - RJ - Chapter 5Rosalie spent the following week anxiously fretting over Alexander, worrying about whether Jonathan would show up or not, and being utterly bored. She spend most of her time with Seraphine either crocheting or talking about politics. Rosalie had never been all too interested in politics, so usually it was just Seraphine voicing her opinions and Rosalie nodding passively every now and then. Rosalie missed her horse. She thought she should sent a letter to her father to ask for it soon. She couldn't even go for a walk, since there were not enough guards to accompany them. It was too dangerous to go out now, this close to border.
At times Rosalie realised she could be in danger and spent a moment feeling fear. She hoped nothing would happen to Alexander and she missed him already. Rosalie was staring into the distance moodily from her balcony. The sun was lovely and high, warming her almost too much. There weren't many woods near the castle. The road Rosalie and Theodore had travelled did
NaNoWriMo 06 - RJ - Chapter 4Rosalie couldn't believe how busy she'd gotten in the past week. They'd settled on getting married at the beginning of summer. The date was less than two months away and counting, but from all the things they had to get ready it seemed to Rosalie they might as well be getting married in a week's time.
Rosalie ran a hand through her hair wearily and sighed. At least she didn't have to worry about everything herself. Alexander's older sister, lady Seraphine Patience Maluard, had arrived some days ago and promptly taken over most tasks. Rosalie had been too happy to hand over her responsibilities. All she had to spend time with now was the dressmaker and a multitude of giggling maids. They would go over every little part of the dress, every tiny jewel and pearl it was going to be endowed with and she had to spend hours and hours nearly every day just standing still.
Every now and then work would pause as lady Seraphine would come in and inform her of the choices she'd made for the food, t
NaNoWriMo 06 - RJ - Chapter 3The castle seemed to be full of busy people. Mary couldn't hurry a few steps without someone calling for her, insisting she come and help them at once. She ran past everyone, quickly explaining: "No time - must go wake up mistress - sorry!" She gathered her skirts up and skipped two stairs at a time.
She stopped for a breather at the top of the stairs and walked at a quieter pace to lady Rosalie's door. She tapped the door brusquely with her knuckles and wedged it open without waiting for a reply. The room was empty. The windows were covered and it was dark in the room. Mary walked right in and started opening the windows. She banged the covers open without much ceremonies and then went to another door in the room.
"About to time wake up, milady!" she called and knocked on the door. Mary put her ear to the door and listened for any sounds. She didn't get a reply. Mary opened the door and looked in.
Though it was dark in this room, there was a candle burning on a nightstand next to a gr
NaNoWriMo 06 - RJ - Chapter 2Two women were arguing about something in loud voices; some men were carrying sacks from a cart into a store; a group of people had gathered to watch an early morning brawl between two beggars. The first impression of the town near Grathwood's castle was perhaps not the best the new recruits could have gotten. The knights comforted themselves with the reminder that guarding commoners was beneath them and so they would hardly have to spend much time inside the town itself. The rest of the men were guardsmen, retired soldiers already noting where the tavern was. The knights on their horses paid little attention to the people going about the cobbled streets, they expected people to make way for them, naturally.
The buildings were simply built, but many were even two storeys high and proved that this was a prosperous town, if not the most beautiful one. The men came to the town square. There were stalls scattered around the square and musicians filled the air with variously tuned sounds fr
NaNoWriMo 06 - RJ - Chapter 1It was a sunny morning in Wrothvale and the weather was great for the tournament. There were hardly any clouds in the sky and no strong winds blew. The lords' and knights' many multicoloured flags flapped lightly in the breeze atop their poles. They showed all the people coming to enjoy the event who were the competitor's in that year's tournament. The commoners' stands were already quite crowded and loud noises carried over the field. People dressed in expensive and colourful clothes were making their way to the nobility's sheltered stand, producing their own loud chatter.
"Rosie!" someone called. A girl dressed in a modest forget-me-not blue dress turned her head from the flags she'd been looking to a man who was just coming next to her. Rosalie smiled at her father excitedly.
"Come now, we must hurry or we will lose the good seats."
"Sorry, father. I was looking for our flag, where is it? It's not on the commoner's side, is it?" she asked while they walked towards the fine stand.
Five ChoicesThere once was a poor family. They had to work hard to scrape even the meagrest meals on the table. They only had one son and his name was Toby.
One day Toby's father came to talk to the him. He laid his worn hand over Toby's shoulder and looked at the boy sadly.
"Toby... I'm afraid the day has come. We simply do not have enough food to go by. We're going to have to sell Emma."
"No, not Emma!" Toby cried out.
"We could not feed her in any case. You must go and sell her at the marketplace."
"As you wish father", Toby sighed. The father squeezed Toby's shoulder sympathetically and rose. Toby watched, dismayed, as his father left him.
Toby went in search for some clothes. He found an old pink shirt, a gray tunic and shabby wool shorts. They were all patched and worn. Toby went outside to the small paddock where they kept Emma, a little goat. He took some rope and tied a knot around the goat's neck and then started slowly walking away.
To get to the town where the marketplace was Toby woul