A/N: arghhh!!!I am SO stressed!!!!finals are like, so soon!!!!!I am so
FREAKED out!!!help!!!
Anywae, same old thing, hope u like it and review..blah,blah.Ps: this story
chapter takes place 2 months after the last chapter. And, I don't know why,
but with my mood and all I just felt like writing something really mushy.so
if it's too fluffy for you, no one's forcing you to read it.
PPs: I don't really know what on earth do 17-18th century girls do each
day, so forgive me if I'm wrong.
Chapter 6:
Elizabeth's head rested on her folded arms, leaning out to the fresh wind and scenery that lay before the Swann residence. Her golden honey hair swirled lightly around her. She was watching over a place, a certain someone. A certain someone who did everything in his power to please her, a certain someone who loved her as much as she loved him; with every fibre and bone in her body. A certain someone whose name slipped from her tongue like silk ran over her fingers.
"Will." She whispered out into the flowing breezes, carrying the scent of flowers and spring, almost as though they would pass it to him.
Telling him she loved him.
It was something that they were always too shy to say. Yes, they knew it, but there was rarely an appropriate time to do so. But there had been more of such occasions the past two months. And she enjoyed being told that she was loved.
No one had ever said it and meant it in the way that Will did. Not even her father when she was a child. She loved that warm rush of joy and happiness that gushed within her whenever she heard those three simple words. Just three words and she would be happy always.
There were times when she simply yearned for him to be with her, to hold her hand and make everything alright. But of course it wasn't possible for them to be together every time. They were just but a couple in love and strict courtship rules had to be followed. Neither could she tarnish her father's reputation and have a total disregard for his wishes.
But, if they were married. But then and again, thoughts of a marriage together were too blissful and too good to be true that only in her most private moments did Elizabeth dare to even think these sacred thoughts.
It wasn't as though Elizabeth doubted Will's love for her or that he would never ask her; it was an unspoken promise she was aware of. It was the circumstances that she was worried of. If they were to get married, there would be many issues brought up. In the first place, would her father even allow him her hand in marriage? All the talk and opinions might change his mind for the worse. She would want her wedding procedures to be a pleasant affair.
At least she could count on the fact that their love wasn't superficial. Thus, was there indeed to be such a state of events, they would pull through it together.
A "Thud!" from below stirred her out of her daydreaming and wandering thoughts. Her brown eyes lost their dreamy look and switched to one full of alarm.
Her father was home. He would be up in her room any minute now. And here she was, all rumpled up and sleepy-looking. She was supposed to have been doing embroidery or practicing her piano!
"Honestly! Why do they expect us to do such RIDICULOUS things each day? Can't there be other things for a girl to do? Honestly, I don't know how I could have survived the past years, after sailing with living corpses, that barbaric "Captain" Jack Sparrow, and Will. Goodness, here he comes now!" Elizabeth thought furiously, as she smoothed down her skirts, neatened her hair, all before grabbing a book and flipping it open, just as the Governor strode in and walked over to her.
"Well, hello Elizabeth. Ahh, nice to see that you've been doing some reading. Doing something useful in your time."
"Hello Father. Yes, it's rather interesting this book. I've enjoyed it immensely."
"Elizabeth, could you please tell me how is it possible that you can read with the book upside down?" The Governor asked, throwing a puzzled glance at her.
Immediately Elizabeth looked down and saw that her father was indeed right.
"Horrors of all horrors!" She thought with guilt, as she deftly whipped the book the right side up.
"I do hope Elizabeth, that you really have been making good use of all your time. You do know, that I'm beginning to have some doubts. Well, in any case, do remember to find yourself an escort for the ball this Saturday. It's an important one, for the Commodore's birthday and the new installation of naval ships the Queen has granted us. It is my wish that you will choose a lovely escort, my dear. It is quite necessary to put up a good front at the ball. And, please remind the fine gentleman to arrive at 7'o clock, here and we shall set off for the Commodore's residence." With that, the Governor walked out of her room, closing the door behind him.
He wasn't sure if he had done the right thing. He knew that Elizabeth would most definitely invite Will to be her escort. Besides, it couldn't have been any other way. They were courting and it was only proper to be seen together.
But, somehow, lately he had been very concerned and aware of the fact that Will was only a blacksmith. He had tried to push it away, because it wasn't nice to look down on him because of his background. He wasn't his fault, he had reasoned with himself. He was an orphan. Unfortunately, as much as he tried, it bothered him a lot. Though the true root of it all had not yet made itself clear, the Governor knew that it wasn't possible just to forget all this.
It had to be figured out. Soon.
A/N: hey I think this chapter is a little weird.Maybe because I am tired or something but I dunno.Read and see for yourself k? If it is, I'll try to do a better one next time.
Chapter 6:
Elizabeth's head rested on her folded arms, leaning out to the fresh wind and scenery that lay before the Swann residence. Her golden honey hair swirled lightly around her. She was watching over a place, a certain someone. A certain someone who did everything in his power to please her, a certain someone who loved her as much as she loved him; with every fibre and bone in her body. A certain someone whose name slipped from her tongue like silk ran over her fingers.
"Will." She whispered out into the flowing breezes, carrying the scent of flowers and spring, almost as though they would pass it to him.
Telling him she loved him.
It was something that they were always too shy to say. Yes, they knew it, but there was rarely an appropriate time to do so. But there had been more of such occasions the past two months. And she enjoyed being told that she was loved.
No one had ever said it and meant it in the way that Will did. Not even her father when she was a child. She loved that warm rush of joy and happiness that gushed within her whenever she heard those three simple words. Just three words and she would be happy always.
There were times when she simply yearned for him to be with her, to hold her hand and make everything alright. But of course it wasn't possible for them to be together every time. They were just but a couple in love and strict courtship rules had to be followed. Neither could she tarnish her father's reputation and have a total disregard for his wishes.
But, if they were married. But then and again, thoughts of a marriage together were too blissful and too good to be true that only in her most private moments did Elizabeth dare to even think these sacred thoughts.
It wasn't as though Elizabeth doubted Will's love for her or that he would never ask her; it was an unspoken promise she was aware of. It was the circumstances that she was worried of. If they were to get married, there would be many issues brought up. In the first place, would her father even allow him her hand in marriage? All the talk and opinions might change his mind for the worse. She would want her wedding procedures to be a pleasant affair.
At least she could count on the fact that their love wasn't superficial. Thus, was there indeed to be such a state of events, they would pull through it together.
A "Thud!" from below stirred her out of her daydreaming and wandering thoughts. Her brown eyes lost their dreamy look and switched to one full of alarm.
Her father was home. He would be up in her room any minute now. And here she was, all rumpled up and sleepy-looking. She was supposed to have been doing embroidery or practicing her piano!
"Honestly! Why do they expect us to do such RIDICULOUS things each day? Can't there be other things for a girl to do? Honestly, I don't know how I could have survived the past years, after sailing with living corpses, that barbaric "Captain" Jack Sparrow, and Will. Goodness, here he comes now!" Elizabeth thought furiously, as she smoothed down her skirts, neatened her hair, all before grabbing a book and flipping it open, just as the Governor strode in and walked over to her.
"Well, hello Elizabeth. Ahh, nice to see that you've been doing some reading. Doing something useful in your time."
"Hello Father. Yes, it's rather interesting this book. I've enjoyed it immensely."
"Elizabeth, could you please tell me how is it possible that you can read with the book upside down?" The Governor asked, throwing a puzzled glance at her.
Immediately Elizabeth looked down and saw that her father was indeed right.
"Horrors of all horrors!" She thought with guilt, as she deftly whipped the book the right side up.
"I do hope Elizabeth, that you really have been making good use of all your time. You do know, that I'm beginning to have some doubts. Well, in any case, do remember to find yourself an escort for the ball this Saturday. It's an important one, for the Commodore's birthday and the new installation of naval ships the Queen has granted us. It is my wish that you will choose a lovely escort, my dear. It is quite necessary to put up a good front at the ball. And, please remind the fine gentleman to arrive at 7'o clock, here and we shall set off for the Commodore's residence." With that, the Governor walked out of her room, closing the door behind him.
He wasn't sure if he had done the right thing. He knew that Elizabeth would most definitely invite Will to be her escort. Besides, it couldn't have been any other way. They were courting and it was only proper to be seen together.
But, somehow, lately he had been very concerned and aware of the fact that Will was only a blacksmith. He had tried to push it away, because it wasn't nice to look down on him because of his background. He wasn't his fault, he had reasoned with himself. He was an orphan. Unfortunately, as much as he tried, it bothered him a lot. Though the true root of it all had not yet made itself clear, the Governor knew that it wasn't possible just to forget all this.
It had to be figured out. Soon.
A/N: hey I think this chapter is a little weird.Maybe because I am tired or something but I dunno.Read and see for yourself k? If it is, I'll try to do a better one next time.