So, as I was working on my garden today, I noticed the sweet smell of oranges. My orange tree has produced these massive oranges and my, do they look yummy!
I'm so proud. The first thing I haven't killed off!
I tried planting some flowers-forgot that flowers need water the last time I tried this. Why can't it just rain randomly every day for me? That would be lovely. We'll see how long these ones last.
Anyways, thank you everyone for the reviews! It is much appreciated! I enjoyed reading them and look forward to more!
P.S I will actually be posting another story soon. It will focus on Darien and Serena. =)
It's actually a story I wrote a rather long time ago-with different character names, but I want to switch it up.
Watch out for it!
Here's Ami's part! I hope you all enjoy it!
Ami busted out laughing at the antics of the children in the hospital ward portion of the orphanage.
They were dressed up in the outfits and jewelry she brought to them that morning-playing with the puppets and other toys. One little boy seemed fascinated by an old string of pearls. Ami winced though when he brought them close to his face and pulled. Beads flew everywhere.
She shook her head as she stood up, smiling as she went.
She heard him shriek in laughter as he ran from her, chasing the pearls as they rolled all over the large room. Ami decided to let them have their fun, when other children joined in on the chase.
"Don't put them in your mouth though. They are not food!" Ami sent out a stern, but kind warning.
"Do they normally do that?" Ami jumped in surprise at the sound of the masculine voice so close to her.
Startled, she turned and fell into a semi-perfect curtsey, though wavering a little. "My lord, to what do we owe this pleasure?"
Zoisite smiled at his pretty little wife. She seemed at ease with the children in the Kingdom's orphanage. "Please Ami, rise. I am your King yes, but I am also your husband." At his kind words, Ami stood at her full height-though, compared to his, she still felt small in comparison.
She eyed her husband of only a week, watching the children run around, playing with items that he had agreed she could take.
He donned his uniform-a dark brown outfit. Pants tucked into boots that scrapped the knee caps; a matching long sleeve shirt-necessary for the colder weather common in the Southern Kingdom. While she knew he preferred his bows and arrows, he currently had a bastard sword strapped to his waist, held on by leather straps around his lean waist. His long, light blonde hair was tied at his nape and descended a few inches past his shoulders. His green eyes laughed with mirth, as he watched the children running around, enjoying the game they started.
He really was a handsome man. Ami knew she couldn't deny that simple fact.
It had been a week since their small, yet beautiful wedding. He allowed her to plan the whole thing. While she normally removed herself from such feminine matters, preferring to work in the hospital ward with her father-the Kings personal physician, or with the children in the Kingdom's main orphanage. But, being able to plan something such as her wedding, gave her some comfort-some control over her life.
She was thankful for that.
In her musings, Zoisite had moved to a little girl playing with dolls by herself. Ami's eyes softened as Zoisite removed his sword and sat down on the ground with the little girl- her name was Emily, if Ami remembered correctly. She had lost her father, a soldier in the Kings guard, when a small revolt happened on one of their multiple Islands. It had been bloody-many good men lost their lives and too many children were handed over to the orphanage.
She blinked when she heard Zoisite laugh at something the little girl said-and noticed that Emily had crawled into his lap, his hands moving her dolls around, making up voices for the two he was holding, and the one she was.
Zoisite glanced up when Ami walked to him and knelt down, "My lo-, "she paused, "Zoisite, did I miss a counsel or meeting that I was supposed to attend?"
"No, I was actually looking to see if you would have an early dinner with me. My schedule is clear for the rest of evening."
Her blue eyes widened in surprise, and out of nervousness, she moved a piece of her short black hair behind her ear.
"That would be lovely. Let me make sure the Head Mistress has all she needs and I will be ready to go."
Zoisite smiled and nodded, turning his attention back to Emily.
Ami marveled at the small feast Zoisite had asked to be prepared in their private dining hall. There were succulent rolls that glistened in the candlelight. Roasted Potatoes, a tray of vegetables, and what Ami guessed was lamb, which sat in the middle of the table.
A full tray of desserts sat on the opposite end of the table.
"This looks marvelous Zoisite. What's the occasion?"
Zoisite pulled a bottle of wine from a bucket on his side of the table, "To congratulate you."
He handed her a cup full of red wine and saw her confused expression, "For what?"
"In only a week, you've captured the hearts of everyone in the Capital. The Southern Counsel informed me today that your work at the orphanage is being spread all throughout the Kingdom."
Ami's cheeks bloomed scarlet, "I'm not doing it for recognition my lord. I'm doing it because I love the children—the people of our world."
Zoisite smiled into his glass, leaning back he watched Ami, "I know Ami, in all honesty, that's one reason I chose you as my wife. I always noticed you working around the infirmary. You healed dozens of my soldiers. You didn't squirm away from them crying out in pain-if anything it called you to them more. The same with the children in the orphanage. When I saw that, I knew you'd make a good Queen, an even better wife, and hopefully one day, a wonderful mother."
Ami's blue eyes stayed wide from his speech, her face she knew was burning red. She glanced down at her plate, with her hands fisted in her lap.
His green eyes stayed on her as he sipped his wine. He seemed to be contemplating something.
"Let's eat, shall we?"
Ami only nodded and reached for the potatoes.
The dinner carried on into the evening, both making small talk through the dessert. By the time the servants had cleaned off the table, Ami felt more relaxed. The two glasses of wine probably helped out as well.
She sat back, smiling to herself. Content.
"Let's retire to our study." Ami looked up and blinked quickly back to the chair he had occupied only moments before. He moved so quickly and quietly, it shocked her sometimes.
"Yes," She took hold of his hand and stood, "I had a book I wanted to finish."
They made their way up the flight of stairs that connected to their private dining hall. Within moments they were within the corridor leading to their private chambers.
Zoisite's hand moved to the small of her back, guiding her.
Ami felt content with the silence and relaxed around her new husband. Though they had shared a bed the past week, he let her know that he would not pressure her into anything and that he wanted her to get use to his presence laying next to her. She was grateful for that.
Ami was removed from her musings when she felt his hand tighten a little on her dress, and before she could blink, Zoisite had turned her around, pushed her against the door to their chambers and captured her lips with his own.
The quick movement had Ami frozen for a few seconds. His lips softened against hers, as if coaxing her into submission. She shyly returned his kisses- having never kissed before, her lips moved with uncertainty over his. She felt his hands grip her waist, pulling her closer to him.
Within a few moments, they were stumbling into their chambers and Zoisite stopped what he was doing, bringing his hands up to cup her face. He seemed to be asking a question without words.
When she didn't say anything, he brought his lips back to hers and Ami felt herself melting.
Well, thats it for now!
I hope you all enjoy how the story is progressing so far!
Serenity could be next-or maybe another of the ladies!
We shall see what I decide. Sadly, I don't even know.
