*I don't own Jane and the Dragon of its Characters
It's been a while. Life has gotten the better of me these days, but I finished this fic. It's short, but hopefully you'll enjoy.
Gunther once asked me why it was not him, why was it we could not be together, and we'll, that was a hard question to answer. To think of a single answer would be madness, but it was not impossible. I will not imply, or shall not express meanness, but be courteous and fair. The first and the second, both were close and dear to my heart, but never was my love relinquished to their mercy. Neither was I slave to love, and held fast to the reins of my heart, and was rewarded.
From infancy, Gunther and I were well acquainted, his father usually leaving him in the care of my mother while he handled his deliveries. He had always been a spoiled child, with angry tendencies and bouts of sadness, and yet there was good in him, though it was a rare sight. Throughout the years, we were close when it came to training, and even as comrades I cannot deny there was a time he made my blood boil and my heart race, but it was not how things were meant to be. Everyone had hoped, they had dreamed and calculated the match. It would have been a gain for both parties involved, but what of the losses? I had thought that over well. After infatuation, past the bloom of youth, what was there left but empty feelings and warm air? We were too similar, and that was the problem.
Another presence whose being was like air, had certainly impacted the way I saw the world. Jester, my kind, and flighty friend. When you meet kindness like a songbird in the darkness, it is like warmth in the coldest winter. Oh what feathery words could brush, his foreign ways a laughter indeed. However, it is cruelty to trap and hold on to a wild, and spirited bird who has never been captive and had never planned to be. If he could have stopped, or if I had been born more lowly, then there would have been no argument in the match. Yet, one who moves like a leaf in the wind may disappear, and you may never know where they had gone.
When I met the third, I was won over in silence, by loyal kindness without reserve. Smithy taught me about the wonders of the earth, how to read the feelings from an animal's actions, and the wood and its perfection in natural activity. I could have not chosen no lesser being. He might not have been the one who makes me weak in the knees, but he means more than that to me. In between the hours, when we find the time, we respect the world around us, and find comfort in each others respectful silence.
Early in life, I was taught that women were not held in high regard as men, but I did know that women were capable of almost anything. My mother who I loved dearly despite her faults, only followed the standard which was in fashion, and I was unconventional. Perfection is a foolishness which one could wish for, but can never find. So, I am inspired to be who I am, and to be loved accurately. The third knew, I could love him, before I knew it could ever be, and waited patiently until the smoke cleared.