Author's Note: I know I've been a terrible and inconsistent writer, and I am so sorry!
I'll make it for the holidays (may even have two chapters updated in one go. heheh.)
Thanks for staying with me and reading!
Irish Avalon
Chapter 7: Why Must I…
Marcus yawned as he shut the barn door. He then saw a silhouette of Miss Swann walking to her carriage, and being escorted by James. Marcus sighed, "Why must I fall in love with someone I clearly cannot have."
Elizabeth mounted the carriage and waved toward Marcus's direction. The lieutenant furrowed his brow and looked behind him, realizing that the governor's daughter was actually waving at him. Elizabeth had her hand over mouth in a light giggle. Marcus raised his hand and nodded, "Why must I fall in love with someone I most clearly cannot and will not have?"
About half an hour later Marcus found himself finishing off polishing a saddle in the tack room when James entered. And just like Marcus, he was only wearing an his old cabin boy shirt, breeches and shoes; also, most delightfully he had rid off the wig, "Ah, Marcus, thought I might find you here."
Marcus smiled, "And now that you have found me, James, I hope you did so to help me with the saddles."
James snickered, "That would be wishful thinking, lieutenant," he said. Marcus lifted the saddle from the saddle horse and placed it on one of the racks on the wall, "What then brings you here?"
James smiled as he looked around the small room, for every man who knows how to go on a horse knows that it is least joyous to clean tack, no matter how good a mood you have. James shrugged and said, "Hadn't anyone come to help you here?"
"You know that as long as one person cleans the tack no one else helps out." Marcus raised his eyebrows and smiled. James chuckled, "I see, well since you are almost through here I had better leave…"
"James, it's only one more saddle, please at least help with the cleaning!" Marcus felt like he had been locked in the gallows- tack room gallows. James laughed, "You just need to sacrifice another few minutes, and just think that you won't have any naval work to worry about for tomorrow!"
Before Marcus could through a sponge at the James's face the man had already shut the door.
Elizabeth hummed peacefully to herself as she brushed her hair. As she saw her reflection in the mirror she also saw the golden locket hanging from her neck and resting on her chest. Elizabeth took it and examined it again, she still had not found out from whom it had come from, "I could always go to Maria again to ask," she smiled. Then, as she always did at the end of the day, she recalled all that had taken place, especially at the fort. Though thinking about the fort only brought Elizabeth's mind to think of a certain person she had been thinking about ever since the festivity only a few days ago. Elizabeth shook her head, "Nay, I don't think he would have any eyes for me at all. No matter how jolly he seems when I speak to him, and I've only had a real conversation with him once. Then again, I think...Oh!"
Elizabeth slumped in her seat, "I am only making matters worse for myself, getting confused like this over a man. For goodness's sake!"
The governor's daughter stood up from her desk and walked onto the balcony of her room. It overlooked miles of her old home, and out in the distance, the great fort watching over England. Elizabeth sighed just thinking of the man she knew can never have, but could always dream about.
Author's Note: Who is Elizabeth thinking about? I'll welcome guesses when you review but it doesn't mean I'll spoil it for you! 'Revelation' clues will start coming out in the next chappie. Have fun!