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Authors Note- Back then, gentle meant of nobility. Higher ranking than that of a commoner (squire, lord, duke, etc. etc)
I went downstairs after talking to Chenate and brought Bayard with me, to find the kids lounged on Jessica's bed; Aster reading one of the old books on the musty, probably rotting shelves.
"And the princess left her older sisters and her wicked step-mother to live with her true love, Prince Charming." Aster finished.
"And did she live happily ever after?" Trinity asked, sleepily.
"Aye," Aster answered. "And she had lots of children, and she was the happiest girl in the world. Now come, Trinity, go to your own bed I'm sure Jessica wants you not sleeping on her bed." Dragging the nearly asleep Trinity and the sting of all of the other tired children, Aster smiled at me and led each child to bed. I put Bayard down, and he obediently followed the children, leaving me with Jessica.
"Snow, are you gentle?" She asked me, once everyone had gone. "You and Aster. You must be gentle."
"What makes you say that?" I stalled, not knowing whether I should tell her or not.
"You talk differently. Tell sooth! Sometimes you say 'Yes' instead of 'aye' and you've got a different accent. And Aster can read. You and Aster have the same accent, but I know you aren't sisters or anything."
I didn't answer, but I decided that I would have to tell at least someone the truth, and Jessica had figured most of it out and asked.
"It's a long story, though." I gave in.
"I've got time, Snow. Is it a great story?" She ventured.
"I think, a wonderful one."
"Is it a finished story?"
"No, not yet."
Jessica left the room suddenly and returned with a quill, parchment and ink.
"Well, It really started when I was younger. Maybe fifteen, I can't even remember anymore. I heard my stepmother say, 'Peter, please.' Oh, Peter is my father's name. And then she said, 'Annabelle, and I- we just- I don't know! You know we don't get along! Can't you send her to the finishing school in Linalena? It would be much more conventional, and it's quite cheap!'" I mocked Desdemona's voice.
Jessica scribbled what I said on the paper. I paused slowly. "You can read, and write…" I stated. She stopped, but didn't look at me.
"I…I…" She said, trying to think of a way to find an excuse, but I mistook it for 'aye'.
"Amazing! Where did you learn?" I asked, both of us knowing full well that it was illegal for her to know how.
"My Pa taught me. But…you won't tell anyone, will you?" She looked up at me.
"Nay," I smiled. "Your secret is safe."
And with that, I began to tell her of my adventures up until that point. And she sat on her bed, writing, making legends worthy of the gods.