Deep in my heart I've always known that I would die for my true love, but the way it happened I would've never seen it coming. We were kids to begin with blessed by the church in happiness and good health. The two of us were inseparable even after our home was burnt to the ground leaving us like little lost kids trying to find where to go. However we stuck together like glue.
You, my sister, my love, fascinated me with everything you did and made. You kept me in high spirits when I was down and in return I did the same.
However it was one of those cool summer days when we both decided to play in the garden, just right outside the orphanage. The day was beautiful, blue and not a cloud in the sky. The grass was a memorable shade of green that extended into the fields, there was even white dandelions specking the ground for more beauty than it already was.
"Len," Your voice sweetly says. Your eyes are blue and calming as the sky above. You're sitting in the grass holding some flower vines and branches in your hand, "Come over here dearest brother."
I steadily make my way over to you and as I reach you, you take my hand and pull me to be beside you, "Rin?" I question.
Your fingers tangle around the vines wrapping and tying them to make a crow like circle. "Hand me those flowers." You say to me and I quickly obey. You take them into your small hands and then place them through the vines and branches. I stare into your darling eyes and you lean in holding the branches above my head. "You'll forever be my prince, Len."
The crown of branches rest upon my head and I can't help but smile because of you. You are the most important thing in my life and I would never let anything hurt you. I made this decision as a carriage pulled up releasing a nice, young, well-dressed man.
We were both used to people coming and leaving from the orphanage however this person was intriguing. He was well suited, hair pulled back firmly, and his cheek bones stern as a rock. He seemed very wealthy in money and we knew for sure he was an aristocrat. Aristocrats rarely visit here but when they do it's to collect taxes or it's to come to make an excuse to close down our home, the orphanage.
'Curiosity kills the cat' as they say and it was true this time. Brother and sister, hand in hand, we walked right into our future. We listened to the well-dressed man talk to our nanny. His words were very confusing to us but the word that did stick out was 'adoption.' He's here to adopt one of the many orphans that live here?
An aristocrat never has come here to adopt a child! This surprised us. "Stay back." I say to you, I grip your hand. I hated adoptions, the orphanage here will separate us if they wish, I will never let anyone take you away from me. We dash upstairs, and I hid you in the closet and I in the restroom that way I can hear each and every word the man says. I tell you quickly that you shouldn't leave here until I tell you.
The plan would've worked out perfectly if it didn't have a flaw. You see, as the well-dressed man headed upstairs with the nanny to meet the other orphans a crash came from the closet. I cringed. The nanny walked toward the closet and opened it. "What are you doing in here?" Our nanny cried out sternly.
I watched as your eyes grew with fear. My legs were nailed to the ground, I couldn't move from where I stood as much as I wished I could. My eyes peered out of a crack in the door as I continued to watch. "R-Rin." I whisper trying to call out.
"Is she one of the orphans here?" The man asked as you were stood up from your crash.
"Yes, she is and she is usually a well behaved child when she isn't around the others"
The man didn't think another moment his mind had been made up. The word's I had feared without a doubt traveled out of his mouth trying to tease my ears. "I want her."
"Are you sure sir? There are many others."
"You think my decision is not final? She is indeed the one I've been looking for. The queen will be ecstatic."
"I shall get the papers ready then….Rin," our nanny kneels next to you and places her hands on each of your shoulders. "This nice young man is going to bring you home to his family."
You're shaking your head holding in your tears. I know you'll be brave and try your hardest not to cry. You'll stand up straight, keeping your head up high. My hands ball up into fists; I dig my nails into my skin. The well-dressed man takes your hand and takes you down stairs. All he needed to do was to sign his name and you would be all his forever and until the day he dies.
I come from the restroom and follow you down half way just far enough that I can watch the events that follow. No, it's not the well-dressed man who signs the papers of adoption, but, to my surprise, it's the queen herself.
I watched as she took the feather within her hands, dipped it into ink and began to write on the adoption papers. With heartbreak I started to tremble. You left the building with her majesty and the well-dressed man. "Rin!" I shout finally able to think straightly. I dashed down the stairs my heart beating as quickly as humming birds' wings. I would not let you go, never! I open the door and scream, "RIN!" You look over your shoulder, tears welling up in your eyes.
"Len!" You choke out.
Our nanny pulls me back inside, and I'm crying and screaming trying to break loose trying to reach you. The door is closed. I was sure that would be the last time I would ever see you.