Letters, Embroideries and Love
Mwahhhahaha ok this is my first fanfic. P be nicee . well this took place in the like medieval times soooo yeaaaaaa well hope you enjoy RR please
The sun was just in the sky when the birds started chirping and the leaves swaying against the wind. It was a beautiful morning as some would say. And indeed it was. "knock knock"
Rubbing her eyes she softly said, " come in"
" Good morning Lacus-sama" her servant Miho greeted.
" Good morning!" Lacus said in such cheerful voice.
" I'll be drawing your bath" Miho said.
" oh. Thank you" Lacus replied. Miho did a simple curtsy and walked off to the tub to draw Lacus' bath. Lacus got up from her bed and walked over to her closet.
Lacus is the daughter of King Clyne. She might be a woman of high rank but she liked her things quite simple. For example her gowns and shoes. They were not decorated with jewels and such everything was kept as simple as a princess can be.
Lacus chose a dress of baby blue with a decoration of flowers down one side. It was held up with spaghetti straps. To match her dress she chose a pair of white high heals. Lacus laid her clothes out on the bed and proceeded to take her bath.
Lacus' room overlooked the city below. Her city was overflowing with people. Everyone was happy in this village called Sandre. They loved King Clyne and the especially loved Princess Lacus. She was a kind a gentle girl. She had a lot of admirers but only one was brave enough to write something to her.
Each morning beside her bed there would be a note. Each note contained a different poem. There was never an initial or anything on it but it always came with a pink lotus. Nonetheless Lacus would always embroider something for the man and leave it by her windowsill each night. She would embroider a picture that matches the poem she was given the night before. Princess Lacus had been getting these notes for over 6 months but she still did not know who sent them.
But the sender knew her very well. He had met her at her father's ball the just over 6 months ago. He had fallen in love with her voice and beauty. He loved how she showed so much emotion. He was a nobleman's son named Kira Yamato. He lived just outside the city and would come each morning just before dawn to drop off a poem he had written.
Kira Yamato was a kind and understanding man. He listened to his people's complaints and would try his best to fix them. His father and mother had died not long ago of a disease. Kira was a young nobleman. But either way he did a fine job over his land and people. All the children loved him. They would come knocking at his door around noon and ask to play. Kira always said yes.
Today's poem was about a swallow in a willow tree.
This is what the poem wrote.
In this willow tree I watch you
In the willow tree I wish you to see me
In this willow tree there sits a swallow
In this willow tree he sings his song
In this willow tree his tears are shed
In this willow tree he open his wings,
And fly free yet captured
He shall never leave your side
He will always be in this willow tree
Watching you from afar
In this willow tree I as the swallow am captured yet set free
By you.
And as always there was a pink lotus.
Lacus smiled as she read this. She wondered, how can someone be free yet captured? She pondered on this for a while. She decided she would ask this man when she finally met him. To go with this poem she embroidered a crying swallow in a willow tree outside a maiden's window. When she finished she left it on her windowsill.
Lacus grabbed her cape and walked downstairs for breakfast.
"Good morning father," Lacus greeted happily.
"Ah. Good morning my dear, Lacus," he replied.
"Do I have anything planned for today?" she asked.
"Not today. You may do as you wish," he replied.
"Thank you father. If I may I want to visit the village children," Lacus questioned.
"Most certainly. You must enjoy your time here as much as you can," King Clyne replied.
"Pardon me but I do not understand. What do you mean " enjoy your time here as much as you can?" Lacus asked.
"I have arranged a marriage for you and the prince of a neighboring country," was his reply.
Lacus dropped her bowl. It landed and broke by Lacus' feet.
"Lacus! Are you alright?" her father asked.
Shaking her head Lacus replied, " Yes father. I'm sorry. Please excuse me." Lacus walked up to her favourite place. It was a high tower filled with books. Fantasy books, adventure books and fact books. There was a desk in the middle with paper and ink. Lacus kept a journal up here. She also kept the poems she received here. Lacus looked out the window watching a swallow fly by. Tears stung her eyes. She walked over to her desk and began reading all the poems she had received. She couldn't hold her tears in anymore. She collapsed on the floor and began to sob. She didn't know why but she was sad she was to marry a prince from the neighboring kingdom. She couldn't disobey her father. She didn't want to disappoint him. So Lacus stopped crying and gathered herself together. She would marry this prince. Or.. so she thought.