TO FORGIVE is one thing. To forget, is another.
We all have those times where one intrude on your limits.
Despite how you'd like to respond, many will consider you to perceive a forgetting.
I think not.
I rose from my bed, the sheets with an impractical tuck under my blanket.
Utter filth, I'll tell you that. Besides, that's all I am capable of obtaining at the moment. At least, that's what Mom informs me I should say when the strangers exclaim, My! You are a poor little one, aren't you? Or the occasional, Poor thing!
The floor creaked as I pushed through, irritated by its exaggerated age. It wasn't that old of a house, right? I was astonished by the sun's rays enlightening my gelid room. The scenery was safe, so I thought. My heart had thrusted into a stop, as I had felt a new presence I couldn't pinpoint.
"You're up and early, Fawn."
"Good lord, you startled me."
It was him. A man, her hair tightened back, with a soft highlight of blonde. His shoes had glistened in the sun's forgiveness for my life, as it shone through. He wore a suit that had sung, I am desperate for a woman who needs my 'rescue.' His cuffs were tight at his wrists, with a hint of ivory.
I threw reluctant and yet, an unforgiving cursty.
"My lord."
"Darling," He proclaimed with an intentional streak of a grin, "No need to call me that. Henry will do fine."
My eyes darted into his blue, blurred eyes. I know he's hiding something.
"Your mother and I had only been talking this more, regarding business lines for your…." He stopped, to acknowledge a more respectful word. "Your...lovely estate here."
I nodded, and pounced across the floor so he may touch me no longer.
"I am off to the village to get some work done, Mom expects dinner on the table, eh?"
"No need, I will be supplying you with such." He smiled a soulful, and arrogant act.
"Oh, well, I am going to the village anyhow."
"Here, take some shillings."
"No thank you, my lord."
"Again, Henry will do." His tone grew, as if to overthrow me.
"No. Thank. You." I severed his stern act, as usual.
I walked off, as if I was leading a stampede of buffalo. He was angry, angry at my manners. I would think his initial thought was to tie me to a post and whip me for my sins. But, he is luring my mom, and that wouldn't do, would it not? 'Never disrespect the men. They are your superiors.' How disgusting. Your superiors are your inhabitants for whom had made change on your life. A change you have cherished and above all, never beheld greed of.
I mounted my horse, a stallion with one, and only one blank white spot, just below his tail. I always admired this horse, as he was given to me for free. Nothing is given for free. Yet, the previous owner believed a white spot had resembled bad luck. That's why I took it from him.
