so yeah. havent written in a while. my apologies. yes. yes. yes. but here you go. heres a taste for you. maybe it will be longer, maybe not. i dont know. how SHOULD i know? have a good reading
A few hours after I sent the letter, I pulled out the fairy book and took a look inside. What I saw both shocked me and saddened me. It was a picture of Char reading a letter. His face looked sad. Was it because I couldn't marry him? No, it was another reason, one that I found out when I turned the page.
Dear Jerrold,
I trust you are doing well. I do have many daughters, three of which are not married. All of them would be delighted to marry a prince, of course. I spoke with them, and have chosen my daughter Areida as the best fit for your wishes. She is only a few years younger than Charmont, and would do well in royalty.
The letter wen on, talking about the business of the man's inn in Ayortha, then he signed his name. I was curious to find out what was going on here. Was Char being set up with another girl? I was about to find out. I turned the page.
Dear Char,
As I was traveling home from Ayortha, I stayed at an inn. It was a comfy inn, and the owners were friendly. When I received your letter about wanting a wife, I took this matter into my own hands. I have written the owner about his many daughters, and he should be replying by the time I arrive at the castle. If all goes well, you will have a wife within the month.
Love,
Father
So, Char wanted a wife? He knew he couldn't have me, so he went ahead and told his father to find him a wife? How horrible was that? I couldn't marry him anyway, but having him marry someone else was enough to break my heart all over again. I had to get my mind off of it. I had to get away and think about something else.
I ran downstairs with tears in my eyes--passing Mother, who said, "What's wrong, Ella?"--and stormed out the door. I ran to the castle where the grove of candle trees was. This grove of trees had been said to grant wishes if the wisher had faith enough in them.
I stood beneath a particularly big one and gazed up at it. "Please," I whispered. "Please don't let Char marry someone else. Let him never get marry anyone else. Let my curse go away so I can marry him." As I said this, a tear escaped my eye and I collapsed, leaning against the tree and sobbing. Eventually, I fell asleep.
When I woke up, a man was standing over me. I squinted at him, then let out a gasp. "CHAR!" I squealed. He bent over and helped me up. "What are you doing here?" I demanded.
"I came to make a wish," he said. "I got your letter."
"I know," I said, staring at the ground. "I'm sorry."
He said nothing, but stared at me. After a moment, I looked up at him and gazed even more. "You look ill," he said. "Sit down."
"I'm not ill," I said, still standing. "I'm fine. I just haven't had enough sleep."
"Then go to sleep!" he exclaimed, obviously caring about my well-being.
"I can't!" I replied. "I just feel horrible about... About my letter."
"Why can't you marry me, Ella?" he asked sadly. His face was long, and looking depressed. But he was still very handsome. "Tell me."
"No," I said calmly. Then my anger against the curse rose up and I said, "It doesn't matter anyway, you're getting married to another girl!"
"How did you---" He began to say, but I ran off, tears streaming down my face. "Ella!" he called. "Ella, come back!"
I kept running, and finally arrived at my house, out of breath. It was then that I realized I had disobeyed every command he had issued.
la. review. have a nice day.
A few hours after I sent the letter, I pulled out the fairy book and took a look inside. What I saw both shocked me and saddened me. It was a picture of Char reading a letter. His face looked sad. Was it because I couldn't marry him? No, it was another reason, one that I found out when I turned the page.
Dear Jerrold,
I trust you are doing well. I do have many daughters, three of which are not married. All of them would be delighted to marry a prince, of course. I spoke with them, and have chosen my daughter Areida as the best fit for your wishes. She is only a few years younger than Charmont, and would do well in royalty.
The letter wen on, talking about the business of the man's inn in Ayortha, then he signed his name. I was curious to find out what was going on here. Was Char being set up with another girl? I was about to find out. I turned the page.
Dear Char,
As I was traveling home from Ayortha, I stayed at an inn. It was a comfy inn, and the owners were friendly. When I received your letter about wanting a wife, I took this matter into my own hands. I have written the owner about his many daughters, and he should be replying by the time I arrive at the castle. If all goes well, you will have a wife within the month.
Love,
Father
So, Char wanted a wife? He knew he couldn't have me, so he went ahead and told his father to find him a wife? How horrible was that? I couldn't marry him anyway, but having him marry someone else was enough to break my heart all over again. I had to get my mind off of it. I had to get away and think about something else.
I ran downstairs with tears in my eyes--passing Mother, who said, "What's wrong, Ella?"--and stormed out the door. I ran to the castle where the grove of candle trees was. This grove of trees had been said to grant wishes if the wisher had faith enough in them.
I stood beneath a particularly big one and gazed up at it. "Please," I whispered. "Please don't let Char marry someone else. Let him never get marry anyone else. Let my curse go away so I can marry him." As I said this, a tear escaped my eye and I collapsed, leaning against the tree and sobbing. Eventually, I fell asleep.
When I woke up, a man was standing over me. I squinted at him, then let out a gasp. "CHAR!" I squealed. He bent over and helped me up. "What are you doing here?" I demanded.
"I came to make a wish," he said. "I got your letter."
"I know," I said, staring at the ground. "I'm sorry."
He said nothing, but stared at me. After a moment, I looked up at him and gazed even more. "You look ill," he said. "Sit down."
"I'm not ill," I said, still standing. "I'm fine. I just haven't had enough sleep."
"Then go to sleep!" he exclaimed, obviously caring about my well-being.
"I can't!" I replied. "I just feel horrible about... About my letter."
"Why can't you marry me, Ella?" he asked sadly. His face was long, and looking depressed. But he was still very handsome. "Tell me."
"No," I said calmly. Then my anger against the curse rose up and I said, "It doesn't matter anyway, you're getting married to another girl!"
"How did you---" He began to say, but I ran off, tears streaming down my face. "Ella!" he called. "Ella, come back!"
I kept running, and finally arrived at my house, out of breath. It was then that I realized I had disobeyed every command he had issued.
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