"No."
"Please, Arthur, it's for a good cause-"
"No. You cannot make me."
After the long back and forth pleads from Pocahontas, and stern answers from Arthur, the young maiden finds herself in a pinch to convince the gentleman. It has been an hour since their arrival in Grandmother Willow's spot, the same place where Arthur will teach Pocahontas how to write in order to persuade the King to not trial John Smith. Though, they have not started at all since their arrival due to Pocahontas's pestering.
"Please, Arthur! You very well know that I love John Smith, not some tribal man that I have never seen before. I cannot marry him, so I need your help for this. Please, Arthur," Pocahontas finds her self leaning forward at Arthur, whom stares at her with a blank expression and with crossed arms.
"First of all; no. Second of all; why should I do this? My goal is for you to write a letter to the King, not for me to enter in one of your personal and tribal quarrels. There is no way that I will do such a thing in my one week visit to this world. Plus, I do not even understand the problem you have. Tis true that you love John Smith, but he's not here right now, so you cannot marry him," Arthur stubbornly explains to the girl.
"But I love him! I will not marry nor love anyone else but John Smith! I have already decided this the moment he left my land," Pocahontas argues back sternly.
"You are being really stubborn," Arthur counters. This made Pocahontas angrier. How did I think highly of him the first time? I do not understand myself… she thought to herself. "You are complaining about this arranged marriage as if you are the only woman in this whole world that has to go through this. Unlike many females that I have met in my voyages, none of them have a father that would allow them to choose their partners. You are one of the lucky ones, since your father asked you to choose between two. All I am saying is that you are being extremely stubborn," Arthur continues. The maiden looks at him with part surprised eyes. She never thought about it before, about the many other women that had to go through this. Her mother probably went through the same fate, but she never realised it. It is true that she is being annoying about this matter, but she cannot stop herself from voicing her opinions and her beliefs. She's that type of woman.
"My heart will choose whom I love, not my mind. I understand this is for my people, but it does not mean that I cannot help them in other ways that does not involve tearing my voice and freedom away. My heart has already chosen a person, and I will no budge until that person accepts my love in return. This is why I will wait," she looks at Arthur straight in the eye, calmly, which surprises the British man at the change in tone of the woman. He looks at her, and she looks back at him, not budging from that stance for a while. Breaking the stillness, Arthur lets out a deep sigh, and stares at her with calm yet accepting eyes.
"You… are strong," he finally says to her, making the young girl blush a little at the sudden comment. "But, in all honesty, do you need to get married?"
"W-What are you saying? Of course I do…" Pocahontas finds herself trailing off with her answer. She never thought of it, since many females she know in her tribe gets married at a younger age. She's one of the oldest single female in her tribe, which is not a good thing since she's also the daughter of the Chief.
"Do you? Or, are you expected to?" He asks again, this time, with a hint of concern in his voice.
"Well… I never thought of that question… but, truthfully, I want to get married. It is not because of my people, but because… I want to… but I do not have the right answer for this," she roughly explains the confusing question. "Why do you ask? You are married, yes?" Arthur looks at her with wide eyes.
"N-No, of course not!" He stutters with a blush. His answer also surprises Pocahontas even more.
"I thought you were! I mean, you are at the right age, and you have many admirers, am I right?" She inquires.
"Yes, I do, but it does not mean that I am married or in love with any of them," Arthur states with a blush. "My family is full of single people, none of my siblings are married," he adds.
"Even your sister?"
"Especially my sister! She is not the… most female member of the family… let's just say, she's the second most masculine one out of all of us, my mother is most masculine one," he states with grimace written all over his face.
"Oh… but I do not see the problem of that… do men not like that about her?" Pocahontas asks with curiosity.
"Not only that, love, it's because Cathy does not want to loose her authority and liberty to a man who does not like her for her personality. In many countries, not many women have the freedom to do, well, many things in their lives, unless she is of a higher power, or her husband greatly understands her. It's hard sometimes, to find the right person… wouldn't you agree?" He looks at her with soft, hypnotic eyes that forces Pocahontas to stare at him longer than she should have.
"It is… but I'm sure you will find someone that fits into your category," she assures the gentleman. Arthur blinks a few times at her, before giving her a soft smile in return. Pocahontas finds herself yet again blushing at the sensation of the smile. She finds it somehow, cute.
"Anyhow, I will think about your proposal… but it does not mean that I will agree to it… yet," Arthur says to her with his tsundere attitude. He then fumbles under his bag to pull out two pens, crumples of pieces of papers, and a big book of some kind. Pocahontas stares in amazement at the objects before her. Meeko pokes at the weird pen with curiosity too, but before he could bite it, Arthur picks it up and places it on Pocahontas's palm.
"What is this for?" Pocahontas asks, staring at the strange object.
"For you to write. I don't exactly know what hand is your dominant hand, but let's just say you are right handed, because I'm right handed, so it will be easier for me to teach. I'm going to teach you the basics and the alphabet, and then we will see what you can improve on in your own time and for tomorrow," Arthur explains before grabbing the other pen himself, and scooting his body closer to Pocahontas's. The young maiden feels her heart pumping harder as she sees his blond hair flowing next to her black hair. Even though she knows she should concentrate, she also knows that no one can do much progress in the presence of an angel.
Later…
A few hours have passed, and to Arthur's amazement, Pocahontas already got the whole alphabet down, and also the style of handwriting as well. It's not as beautiful and elegant as Arthur's, but it is far too good for someone who was illiterate hours ago.
"Wow…" Arthur murmurs with amazement, making Pocahontas pause for a second while writing.
"What is it?" She questions the strange look from Arthur.
"I don't know if you know this, but… Pocahontas, you're a fast learner, a strangely fast one," Arthur describes, placing his finger on his lips.
"Oh… I am?" She tilts her head to the side in confusion. "Well, for me, this activity is… fun and quite enjoyable, maybe that is the reason…?"
"Maybe… but you learn to write faster than my mother," Arthur praises the young lady.
"Your mother does not know how to write? But, you know it so well, I thought she would be the one who taught you," Pocahontas blinks in amazement. She thought that having the ability to be literate makes one… civilised.
"No, my older brother Ian taught me. My mum still does not know how to read and write, she says tis bothersome to learn. But, she does have photographic memory, and she learns faster than many people, so that helps her a lot," Arthur explains to the young girl, who simply nodded her head at this new fact.
"The both of you are one of the same, my dears," Grandmother Willow interrupts the conversation with her wrinkly smile. She then moves one of her branches and picks up the piece of paper. "Oh my, what a thin material this is. What is it made out of, my darling?" She questions, eyeing Arthur. The young man looks at her with wide eyes and slowly place his head down.
"Erm… trees…" he mumbles. Grandmother Willow's eyes widens with a shock.
"Oh… my…" she mumbles, causing the poor man to lower his head with a red tint across his face once more. After doing this, a sudden laugh and a giggle burst in the area, causing Arthur to lift his head up to the two women in front of him.
"Oh my, my dear, you look so embarrassed I could not help teasing you," Grandmother Willow laughs out loud, causing all her branches to dance with her.
"You are absolutely cute, Arthur," Pocahontas giggles, nearly falling down herself from the burst of laughter.
"Wh-Whaa…?" Arthur finds himself going redder by the second upon looking at the laughing expressions of the two women. After a while, the laughter stops, and the two women calmed down to see a pouting expression from the embarrassed British man.
"I'm sorry, my child, it's just that I'm used to these kinds of things. I mean, Pocahontas mainly wears animal skin and fur," Grandmother Willow explains, but Arthur only turned his head away from her.
"Arthur, are you mad~?" Pocahontas teases, but it only made the man turn his head around once more like a child. Suddenly, a small smile appears on Pocahontas's face. "Oh, Arthur~" She sings, before leaping on top of the Brit, and tickling his hips as much as she can. Arthur lets out a burst of laughter and murmurs of 'stop it' as Pocahontas continues her torture upon the poor man, not taking any stops to allow Arthur to regain his breath.
After a while, the two finds themselves giggling and panting out of exhaustion from both sides.
"You are too cruel, Pocahontas," Arthur mumbles in between breaths as he wipes the last tear from the corner of his eye from laughing too hard.
"Well, you are too stubborn," Pocahontas retorts with a giggle of her own.
"Oh my, what a scene~" Grandmother Willow giggles at the sight before her. Both Pocahontas and Arthur did not know what the old tree was talking about, until they both turned to face each other with only half a millimetre away from each other's nose. Pocahontas, yet again, finds herself being on top of Arthur, who's resting below her. Although still breathing hard, the two find themselves entranced in each other's eyes, not wanting to budge from their position at all. Well, until a sudden noise stopped them from staring any longer.
Gurgle~
Pocahontas immediately looks at Arthur with part embarrassment, and lifts herself up to a sitting position. Arthur recognises the familiar sound and begins to chuckle at the blushing maiden.
"Was that, your stomach, love?"
"Yes…" Pocahontas sheepishly mumbles, clutching her stomach together. Arthur gives her another short burst of laughter before crawling to his bag to pull out another sac of food. He then shifts himself close to Pocahontas, dives his hand into the sac, and hands the girl a piece of unknown pastry. She looks at it strangely, before gently taking it from his hand to inspect it further. "What… is this strange food?" She asks, directing her attention back to Arthur.
"Tis a pastry from France," Arthur answers, taking a piece for himself. Knowing that Meeko will try to pry it off Arthur's hands, the British man hands the three animals pieces of the same food.
"But… I thought you do not like the French…?" The curious native questions. Arthur raises his eyebrows as he continues to munch his food.
"I don't, but it does not mean that I dislike their food," he said in defence.
"Then… is it like you and your people? You do not like us, but you like the food we grow, and the land with use," Pocahontas says upon the discovery of the correlation between the two statements.
"Yes," Arthur simply nods. "You should eat before it gets colder," he points out. Pocahontas only nods at this statement, and takes a small bite from her pastry. After one munch, her eyes gleam upon this discovery, and begin to munch further into the food.
"Th-This is delicious!" She says between munches.
"Is it not?" Arthur agrees and continues to munch on his food.
"Are there more of these delicious food in 'Europe'?" Pocahontas asks with wide eyes.
"Yes, there are many, but you can make it anywhere else," he explains to the girl. He then stops his munching. After swallowing the food, he looks at Pocahontas directly in the eye with a faint blush running across his face. "I-If you would like… I could make some for you tomorrow…?"
"Y-You know how to make this? Is this like cooking? You can cook?" Pocahontas floods the questions out of her mouth. She's not only happy that she gets to eat more of these things called pastries, she's also surprised at the fact that Arthur, a rich-looking young gentlemen, knows how to make more of the delicious bread. She hardly hears of a male that could cook before, so this surprises her greatly.
"For small treats like this, it's called baking. But to answer your question, yes… I know, it's rare for men to cook, let alone bake… but… I don't know, I'm quite fond of it," Arthur replies, scratching his head.
"I would love to!" Pocahontas cheers and a big smile on her face. Arthur's face also lights up from the agreement. With determined eyes, he tells himself that he will make the most unforgettable food she will ever taste.
"Then I'll bring you some tomorrow!" He cheers as well.
"Tomorrow? If you make too many, may I give some to my tribe to try? I think they will enjoy eating new foods," she giggles before taking another bite.
"And you should as well," Arthur suggests as he digests his meal.
"I should what?" She asks with confusion.
"You should allow me to try some of your food," he bluntly states. Grandmother Willow and Pocahontas look at each other with astonished expressions. Even the animal companions all looked at Arthur with strange faces, as if the young man was crazy. Though instead of looking surprised himself, Arthur continues to eat his meal without a care in the world. That sentence is abnormal beyond anything Pocahontas have heard; and she heard a lot of unusual statements coming from Arthur throughout these two days she has been with him. She would say that he's… unique. He's different compared to any white person she has ever met, which includes John Smith. It took her a long time to convince John that her people are not 'barbarians', but it never took her any convincing for Arthur. He never disregarded her intelligence, nor her rights as a human living in the same land as the white people. This made Pocahontas question the man greatly, yet, at the same time, she also admires him.
"W-What did you say? You would like to try my people's food?" She asks, stuttering a little.
"Yes… Is there something wrong?" He inquires.
"N-No… it is not the question's format, but the question itself. I have never met any white persons who asked me this question before, not even John Smith. I-I never knew that your people would like to try some of our food," she explains Arthur.
"You tried my food, correct? So do I not have the same right to try your cuisine?" He simply replies with rhetorical questions to the young maiden. She blinks at him a few times, in order to let her mind figure out the statement he uttered.
"You… are right. I-I have never thought of that," Pocahontas mutters to herself.
"My dear, do you like to try new things?" Grandmother Willow questions Arthur.
"Well, I do, which is why I explore and travel to so many different places in the world. One of my most favourite cuisine is from India," he points out happily with the thought of his favourite dish in his mind; traditional Indian curry.
"Wow… I-I would love to explore someday, but… I cannot," Pocahontas frowns.
"Why not? Oh, you have your people to look over, yes?" Arthur answers his own question, as he looks at Pocahontas's expression apologetically.
"Yes… do the rulers in your place travel?" Arthur replies her question with a shake.
"Well," Arthur begins, "if they do travel, which is rare these days, the government would take care of the country while they are gone. Unfortunately, some government takes advantage of that, so the rulers don't leave their country unless it's an emergency."
"Oh… I think I understand. I still wish I could travel," she groans, eating another bite of the pastry, hoping it will make her happy once again.
"You are a very spoiled princess, Pocahontas," Arthur states, which makes Pocahontas a bit annoyed at his attitude a little. But she understands; she should not be spoiled like this at all. But before she could say anything, Arthur opens his mouth that made her disregard her thoughts before hand. "But being spoiled is good, it shows that you have a voice and opinion to give. I think, for your situation, you should become spoiled more often." Pocahontas looks at Arthur for a while, before giving him a soft laugh.
"You do care a lot about others, don't you, Arthur?" She teases. Arthur turns his head to pout a little, shifting her gaze away from his blushed expression. He did not know why he's doing this, but when she was laughing, he couldn't help it but shift his gaze away from her to stop his blood from rushing to create a deep red blush on his face. He does not exactly know what is happening to him, but he knows he needs to change the subject quickly in order to stop his face from becoming a crimson shade.
"Erm… oh, do you want me to perhaps read a chapter from my book?" He diverts Pocahontas's attention to the red hard cover he swiftly picked out of his bag. The young woman stares at it with awe.
"Book?" Pocahontas questions the strange object before her.
"Oh, that would be lovely! Please read it, Sir Arthur," Grandmother Willow cheers, winking at Arthur's successful diversion plan at the same time. "You can lean your back on me if you want my dear, you too Pocahontas. Then, we can wrap a blanket all over us to keep us warm from the cold," she continues, urging the two humans to come closer to her. In truth, her actual plan was to get Arthur and Pocahontas to be much closer together. Honestly, she preferred Arthur over John, but she couldn't tell Pocahontas that for obvious reasons. She does not know who the wind spirits prefer, but she could tell from the soft blows of wind trying to constantly push the two together towards Grandmother Willow. Once Arthur, Pocahontas, and the animal friends rest comfortably with Grandmother Willow, Arthur begins his story that he personally wrote himself. Although the two young adults were relatively close with one another, they did not care, for they are too engrossed in the book to even notice the distance.
Many long minutes passed, and instead of the promised reading of a chapter in the book, he actually finished the whole book upon both Pocahontas's and Grandmother Willow's requests. As he closed the book, he finds himself growing sleepy by the minute.
"Wow, that was an amazing story," Pocahontas nods to her animal companions.
"It was very interesting! If I am not mistaken, it had fantasy, adventure, and romance too?" Grandmother Willow asks with a smile on her face. She was always told stories by Pocahontas, but nothing as thrilling as the one told by Arthur.
"Wh… oh, yes, those are the genres of the book," Arthur agrees after a long, big yawn.
"I love how both the prince and the princess were able to fight off the mythical creatures with their own strength and will power! It's very realistic!" Pocahontas grins upon the thought.
"I'm… glad… you liked it," he mumbles, growing drowsier by the minute. Arthur is so tried that he finds blinking a struggle to continue.
"Arthur, are you alright?" Pocahontas examines with worry imprinted all over her face. Arthur immediately shakes his head, and stares at the girl with a sleepy face.
"Yes… sort of… Truthfully, I have been doing too much work lately in both my book and Jamestown that I did not have... time... to sle-ep…" before Arthur could finish his sentence, he finds himself flopping his head down on Pocahontas's shoulder, which scared the life out of the girl. She thought that he fainted, but after hearing his soft breathing again, she realised that he must've felt so tired that he immediately fell asleep. With a sigh, she eyes her animal companions, who all nod at her instruction and wraps the blanket tighter around Arthur and Pocahontas.
"This wonderful smell... where is it coming from?" She questions around her. She then sticks out her nose and trails around the area for the wonderful smell she's smelling. It smelled like banquets of different types of flowers unknown to her. As she turns to her right, she senses a strong smell really close to her. To her surprise, and with another whiff, Pocahontas finds out that the wonderful and floral smell came from none other than Arthur's hair.
"Oh my, is that wonderful smell coming from his hair? I've been wondering for so long," Grandmother Willow comments.
"It smells like a flower I have never smelled before. He smells so… feminine," Pocahontas says, furrowing her eyebrows. But instead of wondering further, she accepted it and smiles at the man resting his sleepy face on her shoulder. It fits Arthur greatly… she thought happily.
"My dear… do you perhaps have feelings for him?" Grandmother Willow grins cheekily at the girl. She knows that Arthur is in deep sleep, so she can talk to Pocahontas all she wants about him.
"Wh-What? No, Grandmother Willow, I don't…" she mumbles in return. Honestly, she does not know what she is currently feeling. Whenever she sees him, her heart begins to thump and her eyes automatically diverts itself to his eyes. She does not know whether this is love or not, but all she knows that she should focus her eyes on John rather than Arthur. There's also a slim chance that Arthur loves her back.
"My child, don't worry, it takes time. You shouldn't rush him nor yourself, you are still learning about love, my dear," the old tree pats one of her branches on Pocahontas's head.
"I do not know about love, Grandmother Willow, so I do not have a say on my love for him… but… he is different from John Smith," she begins, looking at Arthur with a soft expression. "He… accepts me for who I am ever since I've met him. He never agrees with the stereotypes placed on my people, rather, he questions them. He sees me as another human, rather than a barbarian. He never doubted my intelligence, and he speaks to me in a normal fashion, compared to John. He may be soft at times, but he's actually stern, stubborn, and hard to understand. He does not tell me what's right and what's wrong, he tells me to listen… to… myself…" Pocahontas looks up at the bright sky with a sudden realisation. She then gives a small smile, and allow her head to lean against the tree.
"In other words; he understands you for you," Grandmother Willow smiles at the young woman. "This is your future, my darling. I am not saying that you should love Arthur, but you should follow your heart. He will not be here long, so you can try to understand both his feelings and your feelings better. You do not need to have feelings for him so soon, my dear," she continues with a gentle smile across her face.
"I understand… but for now… I will wait a little longer… even if it pains me to do so."
Amidst the peaceful atmosphere of the two 'lovers', a dark and ominous shadow looms around the area with eyes filled with anger and hatred, aimed at none other than the only white person in the area. In amidst those eyes, a glimpse of mischievousness and evil surrounds the mysterious men. A small smile appears in one of them, but seconds later, they dispersed into the winter woods, carrying anything but peaceful objects.
Arthur
"Okay… so, old chap, tell me, how did you wake up lying next to Pocahontas?" Arthur angrily mumbles at himself, clutching his hands tighter with embarrassment as he rode his horse in a relatively slow pace back to Jamestown. He feels a bit ashamed at his actions, for he knows that, as a gentlemen, he shouldn't lie his head on a woman without her permission. "It's probably because I'm very familiar with her… maybe…" Arthur places his hand on his chin in thought, but he could not get over the fact that he and Pocahontas was so close to each other.
When he woke up from his slumber, he felt a warm head on top of his, and to his shock, he found Pocahontas sleeping on top of his head, while his head rests on her shoulder. He didn't want to disturb her, so he had to keep his head still for a couple of minutes. Once Pocahontas woke up, he immediately jumps to his feet, say his goodbyes to her, and awkwardly rode off to Jamestown.
"That was a bit awkward… but… I hope she isn't mad at me for doing that…" Arthur sighs deeply to himself. He still does not know why he suddenly did that action. "I've only known her for about two days now… yet… I feel very comfortable with her." Arthur thought about this throughout the whole trip. Pocahontas is a girl who sees Arthur as someone special to her. She does not dislike him for his 'feeble' features, nor does she comment about his lack of strength. She, instead, looks up to him and sees him as someone that means a lot to her. To Arthur, this action is very rare. He had never met anyone so open about her thoughts and her feelings like Pocahontas. He had also never met a person that could make him smile and laugh more than his mother, especially not in the two days they've known each other. She is a unique woman, whom Arthur appreciates equally. Though, love is not in his mind, but an image of Pocahontas overcame most of his thoughts.
That is, until he reaches Jamestown.
"Bloody hell…" Arthur mutters, before signalling his horse to gallop towards the small town that's emitting smoke to the fresh air. As Arthur reaches the front gate of the town, he again gasps at the broken hinges of the huge gate that protects it from outsiders. In the corners of the entrance, he sees a total of six men; four of them are injured and unconscious, and one of them trying to help his comrades with the medical kit on his hand. Arthur, realising that he missed a rather gruesome event, jumps out of his horse, and runs towards the one man that's helping the other guards. Upon seeing Arthur running towards him, the young man looks up with relief.
"Thank goodness you are alright, Sir Kirkland! Those savages, they attacked our town, hurt a lot of men and women, and stole some of our food! I don't understand their logic! I-I thought we had a treaty… but I guess… savages don't understand civilised methods," the young man glares at the ground, as if he's looking at the natives himself. Arthur's eyes widen with shock and anger. But Arthur forced himself to not assume things out of anger, and information that he just heard. He wants to know the full event and reason, if possible.
"Okay, continue helping your comrades, while I talk to the mayor about this," Arthur nods at the young man, before running into the town. To his utter dismay, the sight of the bustling town of Jamestown that he saw in the morning upon his arrival lost its peaceful aura. The sight he is seeing is as horrible as it can be. There are pieces of broken wood lying everywhere, small buildings caught on fire, food and resources scattered all over the town in the most barbaric way, broken wagons with hardly a piece of wood still in place, and many men and women mourning over the disastrous event.
"Sir Kirkland, oh Sir Kirkland! I am glad that you are safe!" Arthur, upon hearing his name, turns around to meet with the Mayor's baneful look. "Sir Kirkland, it was terrible! It was a normal day for everyone, but out of the blue, a bunch of Indians barged into our doors and completely destroyed parts of many homes, and also some of the food and resources we've been saving for the remaining of winter and most of spring! We're lucky that they didn't destroy all of our resources, because… I don't know what we would do…" the Mayor trails off with depressed eyes.
"Mayor… I need everyone to follow me. Let us fix the current situation first, before investigating the perpetrators behind all of this," Arthur declares. Even though he's full of confusion and anger in this matter, he knows that something should be done to the people, who are panicking about the current situation in the town. Unfortunately, the only person who has experience in leading, other than the Mayor, is Arthur himself. With a straight nod from the Mayor, Arthur steps a couple of meters more into the town, where he begins his orders that would turn the people's emotions from panic, to reassurance.
Pocahontas
"Hmmmm… I wonder why Arthur left so quickly? It was rather… strange…" Pocahontas ponders upon the quick action by the strange Brit. Although he did respectfully say his goodbyes to her, she still felt a little… edgy with the quick farewell. Alas, nothing can be fixed when it's already in the past, so Pocahontas continues walking down the snowy path that leads to her village.
After a couple of minutes of walking and talking to her animal companions about her day, she notices a strange smell in the air. As soon as she realises the identity of the smell, she begins to sprint her hardest, dodging every stick and branch along the way, until she can see her village in front of her.
Her village is a complete disaster. Houses are torn, and parts of the materials for the houses are burnt. There are piles of food diffused all over the place, trampled and disregarded. But what saddens and angers Pocahontas the most is seeing the distressed faces of her people.
Not wanting to question any further, Pocahontas slowly walks into her village, hoping to find someone that would tell her what had happened. As she continues walking, she sees Nakoma in her sight, who seems to be helping the residents and treating the injured men.
"Nakoma, are you alright? What happened?" Pocahontas runs towards her friend, before embracing her out of worry.
"Pocahontas, you're back! Thank goodness you are not hurt!" Nakoma presses her lips together feeling thankful that her friend is not hurt. "Pocahontas, you could not believe what happened, it was-"
"The White men! They did this!" Pocahontas turns to see the hateful expression from Chief Powhatan. "We were not doing anything to harm them, yet, they came and ransacked our tribe, hurting innocent tribe members in the process! They also tried to diminish many of our crops and supplies for the next season! I do not understand their logic, but if they call this being 'civilised', then I do not want to be part of, or aid them in their 'civilised' society!"
"Pocahontas… do you think that… maybe… he planned this?" Nakoma whispers softly on Pocahontas's ears. It took her a second to realise whom she meant by 'he'.
"No, he wouldn't… he… couldn't have…" Pocahontas slowly finds herself muttering, but she forced herself to not assume things. She trusts that Arthur wouldn't have done such a thing, he's not that kind of person. That's what she believes in, and that's what she should stick with.
"Tomorrow morning, I will introduce you to the neighbouring chief's son, Ahiga. He will be the man whom you will marry. If you want to bring another man to challenge him, he will NOT be a white man!"the Chief states, anger still running through his veins. Pocahontas closed her mouth shut. She knows she shouldn't retort her father's actions yet, for he's still angry at the disaster that cursed his village. She will wait till morning to confirm him, even though she knows that her father will always stick to his words. For now, she must go aid her people from the catastrophe, and at the same time hope that the perpetrators were not the white people.
Whoah, something happened while they were out! Who are the culprits behind this? How will this change the Pocahontas's plan? And what will her father think of her when or if she brings Arthur to the event? Find out more on the next chapter :D