About the last chapter and who America was pregnant with, I'll let your imagination choose.
Photo #20: Mother's Little Notary
Eadlyn knew that Ahren loved to write. He would usually write anything down - from his thoughts, his wishes, his ideas, and sometimes the invitations for an upcoming gala. He had a habit of writing anywhere in the palace, but ever since he devoted himself to writing love letters to his love (or now wife), Camille, he would confine himself in his room for hours just to write the perfect letter to her.
She wishes that Ahren was still in his room writing to Camille instead of being across the ocean married to the girl.
Eadlyn sighs as she looks at the next photo. It shows Ahren hunched over at his desk in his bedroom, writing on various sheets of paper. Their mother stands above him, with her hands folded at her chest, looking out ahead of her. Her mouth is opened, as if she's saying something.
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'I have been dreaming about you, Camille. Most of my dreams involved your blonde hair flowing across your shoulders in the bright shining sun - although it's snowing in France this time of year, if I'm not mistaken.'
Ahren smiles to himself as he feels his heart beating fast. He puts down his pen and stretches out his cramping hand. He leans back in his arms, legs, and back right before shaking his limbs.
"Ahren," America says, peeking through his door. "You're not busy, are you?"
"What is it, Mother?" Ahren asks.
"I need your help writing a speech for The Report." America enters his room. "Usually I just talk and write down what I say, but today my hand is too slow for my mind." She takes a breath. "I need you to write down what I say."
"Why not ask Eadlyn? She's going to be queen anyways."
"Eadlyn's penmanship looks like the scribbles Osten used to draw on the walls."
Ahren laughs a little. He pushes his letters to Camille to the side of his desk and puts a paperweight on top. He pulls out a fresh sheet of paper as his mother stands over his shoulder. Her eyes peer over to the letter, smiling at the little parts she read before Ahren rushed to cover it up with his hands.
"Mom!" Ahren exclaims, blushing uncontrollably.
"Don't be embarassed," America says, ruffling her son's hair. "Camille is a lucky girl to have a romantic like you."
Ahren doesn't respond. Instead he picks up a pen and gets ready to write his mother's speech. America takes a breath and shakes her head to clear and sort out her thoughts.
"Good Evening Illéa," America says. "King Maxon and I have decided to inform you about our next actions following the removal of the castes."
As America continues talking, she would walk around Ahren's room, using hand gestures when necessary. Ahren wrote in his beautiful cursive as fast as he could, sometimes cutting his mother off to propose suggestions that could improve her speech. America looks at her son proudly, taking his consructive criticism.
Maxon walks in the halls, hearing America's beautiful voice echoing. He takes a little peek inside Ahren's room, where the voice seemed to be coming from, and smirks at the sight. She delivers a speech from the top of her head and Ahren is her notary, writing everything down. Maxon takes a quick picture before walking off.
"Thank you, Illéa, for your time and attention," America finishes her speech. "I bid you all a good night."
America takes a breath and claps her hands together. Ahren finishes writing the last words of her speech and does the same actions as his mother.
"Thank you, Ahren," America says, kissing the top of her son's head. "I'll let you return to your letter."
Ahren grins as his mother exits his bedroom, closing the door behind her. He stretches his fingers before sliding his letter to Camille from the corner to the center of desk. He briefly stretches his fingers and reads what he has written down so far.
'When you respond, let me know if it is snowing or not because that will determine if I should visit. I'm not picky about the weather, but I do love a good snow day.
Write back soon.
With love,
Ahren.'
How do all of you feel about Camille? A lot of people online seem to dislike her, but I don't mind her. It's kind of like how I feel about Eikko. I have a chapter plannd with her in it.
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