Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I WISH I owned Heath Ledger. But I don't. I only own the character Brita.
A/N: I am still sorry about the paragraphing problem, but I don't know how to fix it. Sorry! Thanks for the positive reviews! (
As Will approached the castle he began to worry. Jocelyn would certainly be angry by now. But in a way, Will didn't care. He was so enchanted by the mere thought of Brita, his cares were pushed away to a rusty hole in his mind. He got closer to the door, and he saw a shadow move in the window quickly toward the door. He didn't need to guess who it was. Right as he raised his hand to knock, the door flung open, Jocelyn standing there with wide eyes. "Where have you BEEN Will? I've been worried SICK!" She burst out. Will sighed. How to explain this one? "Jocelyn dear, I'm sorry. I ran into an old friend on the street, and I had to stop to talk. I lost track of time. I truly am sorry darling." He replied, and stepped inside the castle. He walked toward the sitting room, Jocelyn hot on his heels. "But Will, you took so long! Couldn't you have been any shorter?" She demanded, as Will settled into a chair. "Look Jocelyn, I'm really sorry, alright? I hadn't seen this friend since I was 10, so I had to catch up. I'm here now, isn't that all that matters?" He sighed, frustrated with Jocelyn's constant whining. He looked at Jocelyn's face, hoping she would forgive him. She looked just as frustrated as he, but softened a bit because she hated fighting. She sat next to him, and sighed heavily. "Will, when are we getting married?" She asked, looking at him curiously. Will's heart jumped. Married? He wasn't ready to marry yet! Hardly. He thought that maybe in a year they'd think about marriage, but not now! "Married? Jocelyn, we can't get married now! I thought we agreed on this!" He relayed his thoughts to her. Jocelyn's face turned into a pout. "But Will, I don't WANT to wait. I'm sick of this stupid jousting. You're going to get yourself killed soon, and you've won already. Isn't that enough?" Her usual whine continued. Will shook his head. This was going to be a LONG night. Brita hurried to the pub as fast as her legs could take her. Her father would be furious. Not mad enough to fire her, unfortunately, but enough to make her stressed. She flung open the back door to the pub and quickly got her work apron on. She was about to slide into the pub to take orders, when she felt a firm hand on her shoulder. She winced, and turned around. Her father, Martin Sinclair, was standing behind her, looking angry. "Uh.Hi Father?" Brita tried, but to no avail. "Brita Athena Sinclair, why are you late?" her father said firmly, waiting for a truthful answer. Brita sighed, and decided it was better not to lie this time. "I saw an old friend on the street. I had to stop and talk. I'm sorry and all, but really, it was necessary." She said, hoping he would forgive her. Martin looked at her, and shook his head. He'd never be able to control Brita. She would always put her wishes before duties. Why, he never could understand. "Brita, I want you to go in there, right now, and promise me you'll never be late again." He said, pointing to the door. Brita nodded, grateful he let her go. She pushed open the door to the main part of the pub, and walked over to the beer counter. She could only think about Will. Only him. She was again mad that she was in love. He'd never love her back. He had his trophy woman that was as beautiful as the night sky, while she was a normal peasant. No, she thought, it is hopeless. She walked over to a group of people seated in a corner of the pub. "Would any of you like any more to drink or eat?" She asked politely, turning into Miss Nice. The bigger one of the group answered. "I think we're ok right now, thank you. Our friend Wat here is a bit tipsy, if you know what I mean." He smiled, and pointed to the man with fiery red hair. The woman at the table laughed, and the man named Wat looked confused. The skinny man next to the woman looked at Wat and said, "I wish Will was here to see you, but of course he has to be off at Jocelyn's castle or whatever." Brita's ears perked up. Could they possibly mean Will, her Will? She looked at the skinny man. "Excuse me? Did you say Will?" The man looked at her. "Yes, I did. Sir William Thatcher, actually." Then everyone at the table cheered at made a toast, "To Will!" Brita grinned excitedly. "Oh! How do you all know him?" The skinny man replied, "We work for him m'lady. Do you know him?" Brita nodded, happy to find Will's companions. "I'm Brita Sinclair, I was a old friend of his." She answered. The skinny man brightened. "Really? Well, I'm Geoffrey Chaucer, and this here is Kate, and over there is Roland. I think we've already established who this bum is." He said, pointing to the woman, the wide man, and then to Wat. Everyone said hello, and invited her to sit down. She hesitated at first, thinking at her father, but her worries were pushed away, for this offer was too nice to pass up. They seemed to spend hours, all 5 of them, bonding and talking. Brita couldn't help but notice Geoff looking at her a great deal. He'd smile slightly, and then look away. She was hoping though, that he wasn't taken with her. Brita was already in love, and to make the situation more complicated would not be good. After what seemed ages, Brita noticed that other workers were cleaning up. "Oh! I hate to say this, but I think that we're closing up for the night." She said regretfully, her eyes dropping. They all looked disappointed, especially Geoff. "Thank you for your company Brita, would you care to visit us tomorrow?" Roland asked, standing up. Brita brightened. "Oh of course! Is Will going to be there also?" She asked. Roland nodded. "Yes, and you can meet his love, Jocelyn. You may find us at the camp grounds near the outskirts of London." At these words, Brita's heart both rose and fell. She was happy to be going to see Will again, but meeting Jocelyn wouldn't make her feel too good. She sighed, and bid the group farewell. Well, she thought, I guess I'll just have to wait and see what happens.
A/N: More to come! If you like it, please Review! (
Disclaimer: I WISH I owned Heath Ledger. But I don't. I only own the character Brita.
A/N: I am still sorry about the paragraphing problem, but I don't know how to fix it. Sorry! Thanks for the positive reviews! (
As Will approached the castle he began to worry. Jocelyn would certainly be angry by now. But in a way, Will didn't care. He was so enchanted by the mere thought of Brita, his cares were pushed away to a rusty hole in his mind. He got closer to the door, and he saw a shadow move in the window quickly toward the door. He didn't need to guess who it was. Right as he raised his hand to knock, the door flung open, Jocelyn standing there with wide eyes. "Where have you BEEN Will? I've been worried SICK!" She burst out. Will sighed. How to explain this one? "Jocelyn dear, I'm sorry. I ran into an old friend on the street, and I had to stop to talk. I lost track of time. I truly am sorry darling." He replied, and stepped inside the castle. He walked toward the sitting room, Jocelyn hot on his heels. "But Will, you took so long! Couldn't you have been any shorter?" She demanded, as Will settled into a chair. "Look Jocelyn, I'm really sorry, alright? I hadn't seen this friend since I was 10, so I had to catch up. I'm here now, isn't that all that matters?" He sighed, frustrated with Jocelyn's constant whining. He looked at Jocelyn's face, hoping she would forgive him. She looked just as frustrated as he, but softened a bit because she hated fighting. She sat next to him, and sighed heavily. "Will, when are we getting married?" She asked, looking at him curiously. Will's heart jumped. Married? He wasn't ready to marry yet! Hardly. He thought that maybe in a year they'd think about marriage, but not now! "Married? Jocelyn, we can't get married now! I thought we agreed on this!" He relayed his thoughts to her. Jocelyn's face turned into a pout. "But Will, I don't WANT to wait. I'm sick of this stupid jousting. You're going to get yourself killed soon, and you've won already. Isn't that enough?" Her usual whine continued. Will shook his head. This was going to be a LONG night. Brita hurried to the pub as fast as her legs could take her. Her father would be furious. Not mad enough to fire her, unfortunately, but enough to make her stressed. She flung open the back door to the pub and quickly got her work apron on. She was about to slide into the pub to take orders, when she felt a firm hand on her shoulder. She winced, and turned around. Her father, Martin Sinclair, was standing behind her, looking angry. "Uh.Hi Father?" Brita tried, but to no avail. "Brita Athena Sinclair, why are you late?" her father said firmly, waiting for a truthful answer. Brita sighed, and decided it was better not to lie this time. "I saw an old friend on the street. I had to stop and talk. I'm sorry and all, but really, it was necessary." She said, hoping he would forgive her. Martin looked at her, and shook his head. He'd never be able to control Brita. She would always put her wishes before duties. Why, he never could understand. "Brita, I want you to go in there, right now, and promise me you'll never be late again." He said, pointing to the door. Brita nodded, grateful he let her go. She pushed open the door to the main part of the pub, and walked over to the beer counter. She could only think about Will. Only him. She was again mad that she was in love. He'd never love her back. He had his trophy woman that was as beautiful as the night sky, while she was a normal peasant. No, she thought, it is hopeless. She walked over to a group of people seated in a corner of the pub. "Would any of you like any more to drink or eat?" She asked politely, turning into Miss Nice. The bigger one of the group answered. "I think we're ok right now, thank you. Our friend Wat here is a bit tipsy, if you know what I mean." He smiled, and pointed to the man with fiery red hair. The woman at the table laughed, and the man named Wat looked confused. The skinny man next to the woman looked at Wat and said, "I wish Will was here to see you, but of course he has to be off at Jocelyn's castle or whatever." Brita's ears perked up. Could they possibly mean Will, her Will? She looked at the skinny man. "Excuse me? Did you say Will?" The man looked at her. "Yes, I did. Sir William Thatcher, actually." Then everyone at the table cheered at made a toast, "To Will!" Brita grinned excitedly. "Oh! How do you all know him?" The skinny man replied, "We work for him m'lady. Do you know him?" Brita nodded, happy to find Will's companions. "I'm Brita Sinclair, I was a old friend of his." She answered. The skinny man brightened. "Really? Well, I'm Geoffrey Chaucer, and this here is Kate, and over there is Roland. I think we've already established who this bum is." He said, pointing to the woman, the wide man, and then to Wat. Everyone said hello, and invited her to sit down. She hesitated at first, thinking at her father, but her worries were pushed away, for this offer was too nice to pass up. They seemed to spend hours, all 5 of them, bonding and talking. Brita couldn't help but notice Geoff looking at her a great deal. He'd smile slightly, and then look away. She was hoping though, that he wasn't taken with her. Brita was already in love, and to make the situation more complicated would not be good. After what seemed ages, Brita noticed that other workers were cleaning up. "Oh! I hate to say this, but I think that we're closing up for the night." She said regretfully, her eyes dropping. They all looked disappointed, especially Geoff. "Thank you for your company Brita, would you care to visit us tomorrow?" Roland asked, standing up. Brita brightened. "Oh of course! Is Will going to be there also?" She asked. Roland nodded. "Yes, and you can meet his love, Jocelyn. You may find us at the camp grounds near the outskirts of London." At these words, Brita's heart both rose and fell. She was happy to be going to see Will again, but meeting Jocelyn wouldn't make her feel too good. She sighed, and bid the group farewell. Well, she thought, I guess I'll just have to wait and see what happens.
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