Alahna
We were setting up camp for the night. I was tending to our food and Roseanne was laying out a piece of parchment drawing something.
"What're you drawing?" I asked curious. She didn't spare me a glance. "Miraz's Castle." She muttered, not lifting her gaze from the page.
"Would you like some help? I know the castle inside and out." I offered,
She looked at me. "No, I can handle it on my own."
I glared at her at her. "I know where everything is! And you can't say you know the Castle because you don't!" I snapped, my Latin accent coming out thickly.
Roseanne stopped drawing and looked at me carefully. "You're right, but I've never worked with another person before. Live yes, but never work. I've only ever relied on myself." She said calmly.
I was shocked. Roseanne was hard and difficult to decode and I could tell she didn't trust very well. But here she was opening up to me.
I sighed. "I understand. My mother is mad with sadness from my Father's death, and I have no siblings so I don't have anyone really."I spoke softly and sat next to her.
She looked surprised. "You're a Lady though. You should have an amazing life!"
I laughed. "No, it's not. It's quite exhausting actually.
I laughed softly again, and then for the first time I really looked at Roseanne. I didn't see her as a nomad, I saw her as a fair lady, with long golden locks and brown eyes that could scare you in the middle of a battle, but also draw you in with their captivating beauty. It was so natural.
"I think I'll like you." We both said at the same time. We laughed the rest of the night until Roseanne brought up a hard topic.
"So what happened to your Father?" she asked softly and my smile dropped.
"He was a kind man, very fair but also strict." I paused and Roseanne nodded for me to continue. "All I'm going to say is that he was killed…by a Telmarine." I muttered the last part, then took out my dagger and stabbed the ground in anger.
"What? Then how can you work with them?" Roseanne asked in a voice that said she was trying to understand.
"My Father was a gambler. He didn't want to loose what he betted, but the Telmarine stabbed him in the gut…he died a slow and painful death."
I finished, looking up to see Roseanne looking at me with sympathy. I held back a sob and lay down, turning away from her. "Goodnight." I said. "Goodnight." She said kindly.
I went to sleep with flashes of memories…memories I'd rather forget.