Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or its characters, that right belongs to Hiro Mashima.
Day 6: Lamp (noun) - a device for giving light, either one consisting of an electric bulb together with its holder and shade or cover, or one burning gas or liquid fuel and consisting of a wick or mantle and a glass shade.
Lucy was giddy. Bouncing from foot to foot. The reply had been favorable. Now, now they were waiting for the person appointed to do the ceremony. In a matter of days, she Heir the Heartfilia Lands and fortunes, Lucy Eugenia Heartfilia, would be married. And until that time, as was the tradition of her family, she was not to see her 'future' husband to be.
The flickering flame of the oil lamp in the room was not helping her at all. She had grown to like Gajeel. He looked like a big, bad, scary Ogre. But he was a major softy. Especially where the kids under his care were concerned. And that he was fighting her father in his own way, with her help now, to keep the state funds in the churches.
It pained her to see how much he had changed in the years after her mother's sudden death. A death, Lucy was sure was a murder. Her family lands were well sought after. And she was well aware of the many marriage proposals she had been getting since she was five and made her first public appearance. Looking exactly like her mother, down to her beauty mark just above her left hip. It was scary. Then again, in the dim light of candles, torches, and other such things, Lucy had read the secret family records. Records her father couldn't ever access.
Magic didn't exist, but then again, one of her female ancestors had been part of a group of Masons. And it was coded that you had to do certain things to open the vault. Things no one that wasn't taught from the moment they could walk could do. The number of records, in the shape of scrolls, documents, text, and various other things chronicled all the way back to the first founding King and Queen of their Kingdom. It held information on every damn Noble family. Major and minor.
Her family was really the royal archivist. With a grin as she looked at the small flame of her oil lamp flicker again, growing dimmer, Lucy knew it was time to go to sleep. Not that she'd be able to.