Post by Deleted on May 13, 2016 23:08:01 GMT -5
Happiness, the two were frequently reminded by their eldest brother, was for children's tales and peasants. They were Prices; they were born noble, they wed noble, she would birth nobles, and they would die the same. Noble. The word was one Emeline often felt she should spit at, were she not a girl-child of the House. Such behavior, however, was not deemed acceptable from her, requiring her to do so only in the safety of her mind. The likelihood of happiness to be found in marriage was slim at best, though Emeline wondered if luck might yet prove to spite Tysen.
Setting the plates beside her brother, she drew a chair over to sit at the hearth beside him while he babied the fire, watching his features in the relief of flickering gold. A half-smile formed at his comment, one that swiftly faded with his undiluted remark. "No, I suppose there isn't any more." Not since their mother was banished like a plague from the halls of the castle. Not since Tysen became so insufferably controlling. Not since Everett found his own escape in the forge. It begged the question - just why was she so resistant to the notion of marriage and life away from Heimsberg? The one person for whom she cared and stayed made it clear she was wasting her time.
Rising, Emeline eased the chair back into place. "I'm going to bed. I'm certain you can handle things on your own from here." With a nod, she hid the hurt his words aroused in her as she headed away for the door and the warmth to be found upstairs. Come morning, she would talk to Tysen. It was time to leave.
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Everett Price