wow cool little line thingy if you can see it. ahem. anyway. i admit it, everyone (all 5 of you).... this story is beginning to bore me. why else would it take me a month and a half DURING MY SUMMER BREAK to update??!?! anywho, ill try to make it more interesting and not wander around with the plot, and then ill get to my other story and then ill get to my claidi journal story, and then ill maybe get to my edward scissorhands story.... i dont know... well i hope you all enjoyed your vacation from eleanors enchanted. lol have a good reading
I ran to my fairy book and opened it up almost immediately. Char had written in the small amount of time between when I saw him, and when I opened the fairy book.
Ella confuses me. I saw her at the grove of candle trees just now, and she ran away. She says she loves me, but she can't marry me. I wonder why. It hurts to know that we still can never be friends, but I shall learn to love my new wife in time.
After that, he described a letter he had received from Areida, and found her to be nice enough. Nice enough? Nice enough wasn't going to get him to fall in love with her! I wanted to find this Areida and strangle her. It was a horrible thought, but who was she to marry a prince she barely knew? And MY prince, at that.
He wasn't my prince. He wasn't my prince! I was the one that had denied, him, not he, me, so why was I making this a big deal?
The moment I thought that, my mother entered the room and sat on my bed, next to me. "Will you be all right, Ella?" she asked.
I looked sadly at her for a moment, then said, "Were you ever in love before you met Father?" I asked her.
She thought for a moment, then said, "Yes, I was."
"What happened?" I asked. Maybe asking her these questions would make me feel better, I though. "Why didn't you marry him?"
"Well," said Mother, as if she was on the edge of a long story, "he was a servant in my grandparents' household, and my parents forbade our being together because of that." She sighed. "He married my handmaiden, and I married your father."
"Weren't you heartbroken?" I asked. I was.
"Yes, of course I was!" exclaimed Mother. "But I had to accept the fact that we couldn't be together and move on," she said.
"Are you happy with Father?" I asked.
She smiled at me, then said: "Well, to tell you the truth, I do get lonely while he's traveling---this one is horribly long---but I do love him and I am happy."
I thought about what she said. So could I be happy with anyone other than Char? I asked her this, and she replied. "Of course you could. You just have to give yourself a chance."
"What kind of chance?" I was learning so much about love and heartbreaks, I didn't know what to do. I was glad my mother was here to help me, and to tell me what to do. Mandy wouldn't have helped much. I don't think she has ever been in love.
"Don't follow him around," she said as she smiled and nudged me. "Let other men court you. Try not to think of him so much."
"What shall I think of when he comes up in my mind?" I questioned.
"Anything else, Ella," said Mother. "Think of a handsome boy you might meet on the street, or a place you want to travel to, or a dress you want me to buy for you."
I resolved to begin doing this the next morning.
I laughed. It was the first time in a while, and it felt good. I had started to take Mother's advice, and was being courted by a young man my mother knew. His name was Anthony, and he was humorous. He was tall, with black curly hair and dark eyes. He had a good posture and was very intelligent. I don't know why I never spoke to him before.
abrubt ending, i know, but i have to go. i hope you enjoyed it.
have a great day and please review.
me.
I ran to my fairy book and opened it up almost immediately. Char had written in the small amount of time between when I saw him, and when I opened the fairy book.
Ella confuses me. I saw her at the grove of candle trees just now, and she ran away. She says she loves me, but she can't marry me. I wonder why. It hurts to know that we still can never be friends, but I shall learn to love my new wife in time.
After that, he described a letter he had received from Areida, and found her to be nice enough. Nice enough? Nice enough wasn't going to get him to fall in love with her! I wanted to find this Areida and strangle her. It was a horrible thought, but who was she to marry a prince she barely knew? And MY prince, at that.
He wasn't my prince. He wasn't my prince! I was the one that had denied, him, not he, me, so why was I making this a big deal?
The moment I thought that, my mother entered the room and sat on my bed, next to me. "Will you be all right, Ella?" she asked.
I looked sadly at her for a moment, then said, "Were you ever in love before you met Father?" I asked her.
She thought for a moment, then said, "Yes, I was."
"What happened?" I asked. Maybe asking her these questions would make me feel better, I though. "Why didn't you marry him?"
"Well," said Mother, as if she was on the edge of a long story, "he was a servant in my grandparents' household, and my parents forbade our being together because of that." She sighed. "He married my handmaiden, and I married your father."
"Weren't you heartbroken?" I asked. I was.
"Yes, of course I was!" exclaimed Mother. "But I had to accept the fact that we couldn't be together and move on," she said.
"Are you happy with Father?" I asked.
She smiled at me, then said: "Well, to tell you the truth, I do get lonely while he's traveling---this one is horribly long---but I do love him and I am happy."
I thought about what she said. So could I be happy with anyone other than Char? I asked her this, and she replied. "Of course you could. You just have to give yourself a chance."
"What kind of chance?" I was learning so much about love and heartbreaks, I didn't know what to do. I was glad my mother was here to help me, and to tell me what to do. Mandy wouldn't have helped much. I don't think she has ever been in love.
"Don't follow him around," she said as she smiled and nudged me. "Let other men court you. Try not to think of him so much."
"What shall I think of when he comes up in my mind?" I questioned.
"Anything else, Ella," said Mother. "Think of a handsome boy you might meet on the street, or a place you want to travel to, or a dress you want me to buy for you."
I resolved to begin doing this the next morning.
I laughed. It was the first time in a while, and it felt good. I had started to take Mother's advice, and was being courted by a young man my mother knew. His name was Anthony, and he was humorous. He was tall, with black curly hair and dark eyes. He had a good posture and was very intelligent. I don't know why I never spoke to him before.
abrubt ending, i know, but i have to go. i hope you enjoyed it.
have a great day and please review.
me.