Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2014 15:44:25 GMT -5
The conversation with his father a few days earlier was still fresh on the young boy's mind. Philippa had tried her best to sooth his thoughts and try to help him find his way, but it had been too fresh when they had met up. Since that night, they had been unable to see each other in an acceptable environment to speak of the matter again. Wolf was left to his anger at the situation that he was slowly moving into in the upcoming year or so.
The young boy laid down in one of the most restrained areas surrounding the castle. The night sky had slowly made its way as the stars began appearing ahead. His bright blue eyes watched the different bright stars illuminate the night sky. His thoughts roamed from the Architect to his mother to his father. It seemed the discussion had shaken the young boy deeper than he had hoped. Marriage wasn't going to come until Annaliese was married herself, but the fact that he knew this freedom and life he had was slowly crawling to an end with each passing day. Maybe he'd find a lady to his liking, maybe he'd never find one and just marry for political reasons. Only the Architect knew such things.
The sound of nature soothed him as he shut his eyes. He tried remembering the face of their mother, her voice and her smile, but those memories were so distant. Wolf sometimes wished his mother had died before he could remember. Be like Henrik who had been too young to remember anything about his mother rather than having certain memories to fill only satisfy him partially. It was in those moments that he missed the comfort her arms brought when she hugged him or caressed him to sleep on those stormy nights.
The young boy laid down in one of the most restrained areas surrounding the castle. The night sky had slowly made its way as the stars began appearing ahead. His bright blue eyes watched the different bright stars illuminate the night sky. His thoughts roamed from the Architect to his mother to his father. It seemed the discussion had shaken the young boy deeper than he had hoped. Marriage wasn't going to come until Annaliese was married herself, but the fact that he knew this freedom and life he had was slowly crawling to an end with each passing day. Maybe he'd find a lady to his liking, maybe he'd never find one and just marry for political reasons. Only the Architect knew such things.
The sound of nature soothed him as he shut his eyes. He tried remembering the face of their mother, her voice and her smile, but those memories were so distant. Wolf sometimes wished his mother had died before he could remember. Be like Henrik who had been too young to remember anything about his mother rather than having certain memories to fill only satisfy him partially. It was in those moments that he missed the comfort her arms brought when she hugged him or caressed him to sleep on those stormy nights.