It's the morning after the tragedy last night, and Pocahontas is counting the days left until Arthur's departure. In total, Arthur has been a resident for three days now, leaving her four days to write a decent letter to the King. And four days until Arthur leaves…
"Why is that in my mind?" Pocahontas questions herself all of a sudden.
"What's in your mind?" Nakoma asks as well.
"Oh… nothing," she dismisses.
"Anyways, you should choose a dress already! It feels like it has been years of waiting for you to choose a dress!" Nakoma glances at Pocahontas with furrowed eyebrows. Right now, the two women are sitting comfortably in Pocahontas's personal tent with three types of dresses laid out in front of the princess. "You're going to meet the Chief's son, right? So you need to look good for it, since you may be his bride," Nakoma explains, lifting up one of the dresses and inspects it.
"But Nakoma, I don't want to be his bride," Pocahontas crosses her arms with frustration.
"I know, but you have to at least look your best for a visitor! Come one, choose; cream or light brown?" Nakoma pesters, lifting two dresses up in front of Pocahontas, who keeps staring at her with blank looks. But Pocahontas knows how stubborn Nakoma can get when it comes to events like this, so she simply sighs at herself, before choosing the cream coloured dress. "Good, then I'll be in my own tent to get ready. Call me when you want me to do your hair, okay?" With a wave, Nakoma walks out of the tent, leaving Pocahontas behind with Meeko by her side, whom casually walked in minutes ago.
With another deep sigh, she slips on the dress that she chose, and twirls around in her spot. She examines the dress, paying attention to the frills encircling her around the hips, and the cut line on the right side of the dress that enables her right leg to roam free. Because it is winter time, she wears comfortable trousers underneath the dress, and boots decorated with beads and feathers enhances her feet. The dress has long sleeves with white cotton on the wrist area. The breast line is decorated with more frills and beads, although it cannot be well seen with the cloak she wears over her dress. As for her hair, she sits down on her knees and watch as Meeko does a careful braid down, and finalise it with a bow from a small ribbon at the end of the braid.
"I feel… weird wearing this…" Pocahontas frowns as she questions the material she's wearing once again.
"May I come in?" Pocahontas turns to the side to see her father's figure. After saying yes, the Chief peers into the tent, before giving a small smile to greet her with. "You look very lovely, my precious daughter," he nods at her as he sits next to her.
"Father… when will the games start?" She asks with a low voice.
"Pocahontas, you are still thinking of that? My darling, you have not yet to meet the man," chief Powhatan explains softly, only to make Pocahontas cringe once more.
"I will meet him, but it does not mean that I will choose him. The games will decide my fate, father. If he wins, then I will marry him, but if he doesn't, I will be able to choose my fate once more," she says in seriousness. The father sighs upon her explanation.
"I completely understand, but you will have to accompany him for as long as you can throughout the morning. Look into him, see if his personality is to your liking, then you can choose whether to have the games or not," the Chief slowly gets up from his spot to walk to the entrance of the tent. Suddenly, Pocahontas remembers what Arthur had told her yesterday about her father. Before the man could walk out of the door, Pocahontas reach out to grab her father's sleeve.
"Father… thank you very much for giving me this opportunity," she gives a gentle smile to her father, whom returns it with a soft hug.
"Of course; your happiness is my happiness," he comments between the hug.
Unfortunately, the hug was interrupted with the sounds of large footsteps coming their way. The Chief and Pocahontas walk outside, to be greeted by a large group of Native Americans wearing a different style of clothing to theirs. Upon realising the familiar face of the group leader leading the pack, Chief Powhatan walks up towards the group of people, who stop due to his presence.
"Welcome neighbouring brothers, and welcome neighbouring Chief Chayton, it is good to see you well," he comments to the chief in front of him. Chief Chayton, although the same height as Chief Powhatan, differentiate in physical means. Chief Powhatan looks stronger and bolder than Chief Chayton. He on the other hand is chubby and big around the waist, and his extravagant clothing makes him appear with a bit of higher status than of Chief Pawhatan.
"It is nice to meet you too, Chief Powhatan. Let me introduce you to my son, Ahiga," Chayton gestures his staff forward. With an aura of masculinity, Ahiga appears before the village walking in the most triumphant-like poses anyone has ever seen. His muscles, although wearing winter clothing, can be traced from the views of the crowd. His hair flows down just below his shoulders, and a feather can be seen at the back of his head. Around his neck is a big, dark brown necklace with a gem placed in the middle, more feathers decorating both sides of the necklace. To many of the women present, Ahiga is the type of male anyone women should look for. He's both handsome and strong, and has the face of a proud warrior.
"Ah, it is nice to meet you again. You will love my daughter, and I am sure my daughter will love you too. Now come, Pocahontas," Powhatan gestures his daughter to come from the tent. As she takes one foot out of the tent, all eyes, male and female, are on her and the beauty she radiates. Chief Chayton and Ahiga both grin upon her arrival. When Pocahontas stops to stand next to her father, Ahiga smiles at her and walks forward to greet her.
"It is nice to meet you, Princess Pocahontas. You are even more beautiful close up than I ever could imagine you to be," Ahiga comments with a small wink, which led to a stream of sighs coming from the girls in front of him. All the girls except Pocahontas, who simply raises her eyebrows at the action.
"And you, Prince Ahiga, is… different from what I expected," Pocahontas comments, but it's true, she does not even know what the guy looks like until now, so she's not necessarily lying about that.
"Ah, you two will have more time to mingle with one another, but today is the day to celebrate!" Chief Chayton laughs, as he hugs the two couples together. Pocahontas, of course, feels really uncomfortable, but she knows she will have to deal with it a little longer.
Just a little longer… then I can finally go to Arthur and ask him to participate in the game…
Arthur and Jamestown
"Thank goodness yesterday's mess is dealt with," Arthur groans, rubbing his head with part annoyance. He's currently lying on his bed after a short twenty minute nap, due to the loud throbbing in his head that kept him awake the whole night. He had been working on fixing the town the whole night without a slight of rest. He knows that the job is yet to be done, but he also needed to tell Pocahontas that he will be a little late coming to the meeting spot. I'll contact her later through the spirits of the wind, Arthur thought to himself. He needs to investigate more on the people who destroyed precious resources of Jamestown, and at the same time, try to replenish the amount that were lost.
It's no doubt that the majority in Jamestown blamed Powhatan's tribe for the raid, but Arthur is not too oblivious to straight-out blame that group of Native Americans. As he sits up into a sitting position, Arthur counts up all the fresh clues and theories he founded last night. "Spears, arrows, bows, feather's lying around, shoes with footprints, and camouflage paint smears… they are Native Americans, but which ones…?" Arthur knows that he shouldn't point fingers until he discover at least 90% of the clues in the town. The doers only targeted at random places of the towns, but mainly the area of where the supplies are held in. The only logical reasoning for this, according to Arthur, is that the ones who did this did not know where the resources are held, and instead of threatening the villagers, they needed to do this as quickly as they can, so they rampaged the area looking for it. Which is why there are more broken pieces of the houses near the area where the resources are, rather than the areas furthest away from it. Another thing that the criminals did was vandalism mainly on the kitchen, and in Arthur's theory, was one of the quickest way to cut off food supplies for the people of Jamestown.
"The ones who did this must really despise the people in Jamestown," Arthur mumbles. Fortunately, his inn is one of the few that was not vandalised but the culprits. Instead of thinking any further, Arthur leaps off of his bed in order to get a change of clothes. "I'll use the flour I have… hopefully I can still make at least two for us to eat," Arthur sighs before bitting his lip. He needs to get his mind away from all this stress, by taking up one of his hobbies that could calm him down, even just a little; cooking.
Pocahontas and Ahiga
While fiddling with her hair, Pocahontas deeply sighs and groans upon looking at her 'future husband' flirting with the girls that swarmed around him not to long ago. It's been three hours since the start of the celebration party between the two tribes, and Pocahontas did nothing but sit on her seat and stared at the festive people being happy in front of her. The village looked like it was never attacked by anyone, compared to the devastation from last night. Because of last night's event, Powhatan stressed the fact that no one in the village should utter a word regarding last night's incident, to preserve the peaceful aura that brings the two tribes together.
"Hey, Pocahontas, you're having a good time?" Ahiga winks at the woman, before sitting next to her. He slowly waves his goodbyes to the giggling girls in front of him, and watch them leave one by one from his sight. He then turns to Pocahontas, only to be met by a face of boredom. "What? Jealous?" He asks with a smirk. Pocahontas's eyes widens with shock at his attitude, but before she could yell at him, she realises that she's in a happy atmosphere, so she shouldn't do that.
"Why would I be?" She asks blankly. Ahiga, instead of feeling offended like what Pocahontas wanted, he just laughed.
"Wow, that was funny. Come one, sweetie, cheer up! This a party, you should be happy!" Ahiga booms, placing his hand on Pocahontas's waist. This made her feel a bit uncomfortable, but before she could edge away from him, he started bringing her closer and closer to him, pushing her body with all his might. This, she had enough of.
"I'm sorry, but I have to leave now," Pocahontas springs up to her feet, before turning to stare daggers at Ahiga, who's shocked at the sudden action. Although it did not disturb the party, it caught the attention of Chief Chayton and Chief Powhatan.
"Where are you leaving to, Princess Pocahontas?" Chief Chayton asks the woman. Pocahontas couldn't tell the crowd that she's meeting up with a white person, for it would throw off the festivity in the area.
"I… I am going to pay my tributes to the spirits of the wind by going to the spirit tree, I do this every single day, and I usually stay there for the whole day," Pocahontas says with modesty and poise. While her father sighs in relief that Pocahontas didn't blurt out her true reason of being there, Chief Chayton laughs at the girl, before gently patting her shoulder.
"What a wonderful and devoted daughter you have, Chief Powhatan! The ideal woman for my son!" He booms with happiness, while Pocahontas simply smiles sheepishly at the comment. "Oh, why don't we have Ahiga accompany you there?" This question alarms Pocahontas greatly.
"Well, only people who can listen to the spirits's voices, or members of my family can enter the tree spirit's realm," Pocahontas, again with her calming voice, explains to the Chief. Though, she's actually panicking in the inside.
"Oh, I see then. I do not think my son can listen to those voices, but he can accompany you until that point, women should not be allowed to venture into the forest without male company," Chief Chayton reassures Pocahontas, much to her dismay.
"Why not? Let us go, future wife," Ahiga place his hand on Pocahontas's shoulder, before dragging her forward, which made her feel uncomfortable once more. The poor maiden knew that she had to shake him off somehow, before he could meet Arthur in the forest. If they meet… who knows what will happen…
Fifteen minutes later…
That's it. Pocahontas is at her limit. She will go crazy if she has to hear another sentence coming out of Ahiga's mouth. It has been fifteen minutes since the two 'couples' left Pocahontas's village, and for the young maiden, the fifteen minutes felt like fifteen years. The whole time, Ahiga has been spewing out of his mouth tales about his bravery when defeating his enemies, the days he would work out to maintain his strength, the food he eats and describing his method of eating 'manly', and how a lot of women was asking for his hand in marriage, but he preferred Pocahontas out of all of them. Pocahontas knew that he was only sucking up to her by showing how great and wonderful he is, and how lucky Pocahontas is for having him. Another reason why Pocahontas finds him exasperating is the way he walks with her. Whenever she would walk, he would try to walk in front of her, as if he's leading the way, but in reality, he doesn't even know which way to go. And whenever there's a branch intruding her way, he would always stop her before kicking the branch away, allowing her to 'safely' pass through. His personality and his methods anger Pocahontas greatly, but thankfully for him, she's too focused on finding a way to not get Arthur and Ahiga to meet. But again, the pest she calls Ahiga diverted her mind once more.
"Pocahontas, are your feet tired? Do you want me to carry you? This is a very long walk down to that place," Ahiga asks with a smile that reeks arrogance.
"No, I am fine. And I believe we would be able to get there sooner if we did not have so many stops, Ahiga," Pocahontas, this time, glares at the man, but unfortunately, he did not get the hint.
"Haha, but I'm going slow for you, Pocahontas. You are a woman, and I do not think you can walk so fast," Ahiga's statement made Pocahontas angrier.
"Oh really? I thought I was going slow for you, because you have been sweating for a while now, I thought that maybe you were tired," Pocahontas slyly said to the man.
"W-Well, I was sweating due to the party!"
"It's winter time. You do not sweat in the winter."
"T-Then it must've been something else! I'm actually very strong, Pocahontas!" Ahiga puffs up his chest, much to Pocahontas's dismay. Then, she got an idea.
"You are strong, I cannot image that. I think there is another man stronger than you," Pocahontas smirks a little at Ahiga.
"What- Who?"
"Today, somewhere in the late afternoon, there will be a game held between you and another male that I'm getting you to compete against. There will be a series of three stages in that game, if you win two out of three stages, or even all of them, then you will win… me… and I will recognise your strength," Pocahontas explains, though twitching a little at the part where she's treated as a prize. "But if you do not win… then, I will have to decline our marriage." Pocahontas says with a fake apologetic look.
"B-But… this is all sudden! Wh-Why do I have to comply with such-"
"But it is a good test, no? I woman cannot fall in love with a man who cannot win against another man in an event in front of the woman, yes? That would make the man… weak?" Pocahontas smirks with her chin held high.
"Th-That's true… then, tell whoever is facing me to be prepared, because I will not yield my strength!" Ahiga states with determination, before turning around to run the opposite direction back to the village. Shaking her head with the limited commitment Ahiga has for her, Pocahontas continues to walk towards the meeting spot while lifting her dress to make the walk easier for her.
As soon as she arrived, she spots Arthur reading yet another book, but as she peers closer, she could see some white stuff around his fingers. Curious, she walks closer to take a closer look. She then climbs up the branches, and situated herself in front of Arthur.
"Sorry for keeping you for so long, I had to meet with another tribe regarding my… marriage," Pocahontas frowns upon the last word. Arthur closes his book upon her arrival, and looks up to say something, but something seems to be stopping him from saying his previous statement.
"Pocahontas… You're not wearing your usual outfit," Arthur points out.
"Oh, it's because of the visit from the neighbouring tribe. I have to look my best as the Chief's daughter," Pocahontas explains to Arthur. She then finds herself looking from head to toe at the outfit she's wearing. "Do I look… unusual to you?" she questions.
"Hm? No, I think you look wonderful," Arthur compliments with a small smile. A small pause overcomes the two, and five-seconds later, the two young adults find themselves blushing at Arthur's comment.
"W-Well… thank you, Arthur," Pocahontas mumbles back, as she ruffles with her dress. She does not know why her face turned so red. It was just a compliment, something similar to what Ahiga said earlier. But… to her, Arthur's comment hit her right in the heart. She felt… happier.
"I-I… erm…" meanwhile, Arthur couldn't find the right words to say. He too is confused at why he's reacting and acting like this. He shouldn't be blushing this hard, especially from a compliment he gave. He usually gives compliments to people, especially women, for he is a gentlemen. But… he felt something hot burning inside him when he saw Pocahontas, and even more after he complimented her. In other words, the two people are absolutely confused at the situation before them. Fortunately, Pocahontas is able to change the subject once she made eye contact with Arthur's hands.
"Arthur, oh my, what happened to your hands?" Pocahontas stares in shock. Arthur looks down at his two hands, which are wrapped with layers of white bandages all around it.
"Oh… these? Don't worry, they are not bad. I… well, yesterday, I was baking you a small cupcake, but because of the mishaps I had with… the kitchen, I was only able to make three," Arthur mumbles. Pocahontas's and Grandmother Willow's eyes widen, dumbfounded. Those scars… must've hurt so much… Pocahontas saddens upon the bandages in Arthur's fingers. But she could not be sad any longer, because seconds later, she sees herself smiling softly at Arthur, before holding his hand with gentle touches.
"You must have worked so hard on this… I would love to try them," she says happily, which made Arthur blush yet again. He then ruffles into his bag, and pulls out a small tin box with beautiful and colourful embroidery encasing it. As Pocahontas marvels at the unusual, detailed work, Arthur opens the lid of the box to reveal a type of food Pocahontas has never seen before. She stares at the three cupcakes, each with the same sizes. The cupcakes aren't very decorative, they are simple and small. With a closer look, Pocahontas can see a shimmer of sparkles on top of a white coat of the cupcake.
"These are called 'fairy cakes' in English," Arthur states. Knowing the curious look Pocahontas poses, Arthur continues with his explanation. "Unlike other cakes, fairy cakes are smaller versions of cupcakes. They are simple to make, and they are plain looking, but in all honesty, they are very delicious."
"I see…" Pocahontas mumbles to herself, while still intrigued at the simplicity of it. She reaches towards the tin box, and pulls out her choice of fairy cake with her right hand. As she unwraps the cupcake wrapper, as instructed by Arthur, Pocahontas could see the shiny glaze of the fairy cake clearly now. But before she asks, she decides to take the first bite to see what it truly tastes like. Arthur watches her, with biting lips, as she takes her first bite. This is a lot of pressure for him, since many critics, including his family and close people, have commented in how 'deadly' his cooking skills are. Three fairy cakes took him a lot of time and preparation in making it, and a lot of bandages used for his finger. He just hopes that Pocahontas would at least find it edible. It is the first time he made something with his heart and soul put into it.
"Hmmmm…" Pocahontas mumbles, but she then stopped munching and continues to sit still with widen eyes. She then quickly place her free hand on her mouth with the same shocked expression. Arthur, looking displeased and embarrassed at himself, tilts his head down with shame.
"Oh… I see… it must be really bad then. Sorry for making you try that, Pocahontas… I thought that it would have a better taste than last time, since I did try my hardest to achieve the best taste-"
"Bad? What you do mean bad? This 'fairy cake' is not bad! It's the opposite of bad!" Pocahontas cuts off Arthur's dissatisfactory, and made him lift his head up to her. He now sees her with a flushed expression and a huge smile on her face. "This tastes amazing, Arthur! I was honestly very surprised at how lovely and tasty this is! I love this so much, thank you for sharing such a wonderful food with me!" She continues to grin, before taking another bite off the snack.
"R-Really? Yo-You are not lying, yes?" Arthur finds himself stuttering and blushing with amazement. Pocahontas shakes her head a couple of times, to show that she is being very sincere and truthful. Looking at Pocahontas's uncontrollable desire for the cake, Meeko decides to grab a cupcake and try it out for himself. To his amazement, he finds himself engulfing on the cupcake in lightning speed.
"Oh my, even Meeko is enjoying it. It must be very tasty," Grandmother Willow chuckles as she grins at Meeko's fast eating skills. Percy, the bulldog, also wants a try in the delicious cupcake, so he takes the last piece of cupcake before Arthur could notice him. As he licks his lips, he takes one bite from it, and just like Meeko and Pocahontas, he falls in love with it. But unfortunately, it ends up being the cause of a small fight between Meeko and Pecy for the second bite of the last cupcake.
"Even Meeko and Percy are fighting over the last fairy cake," Pocahontas giggles as she watches the two create their little dust area that covers the fight.
"It… tastes good… th-that's amazing…" Arthur mumbles with satisfaction. Before Pocahontas could take the last bite off her cupcake, she sees the most radiant and… cutest smile coming from Arthur's face. His smile is note big nor too small and it doesn't show his teeth too. To Pocahontas, it's as if she's seeing the rarest smile of them all; a smile from an angel, or in her world, a smile from the most beautiful spirit. She somehow finds her heart thumping loudly in her body, as if it wants to come out and see this rare smile itself. Pocahontas then feels compelled in wondering what to do next; continue to gaze at this smile, or change it through a change in another topic. She doesn't know why this smile gives off the aura of rarity, but she knows that her heart will burst if she continues to stare at it.
"Arthur… you look… so pretty…" Pocahontas blurs out, not knowing that what she said made Arthur change his expression from enlightenment to outright embarrassment.
"P-P-Pretty?" He stutters.
"Erm… yes… it's because of your smile… your smile is very… pretty," Pocahontas finds herself casually explaining this to Arthur, who blushes more at the thought.
"W-Well… I smiled because I was really happy that you enjoyed the cupcake I made… It brings me joy for someone to be happy from something I made myself," Arthur explains with little mumbles in the end.
"Of course I would. Why don't you try this yourself?" Pocahontas smiles at him, as she unwraps the last part of the cupcake, and hands it to his mouth with her hands. Confused at why Pocahontas would give him the cupcake centimetres away from his face, Arthur stares at her with a slight dumbfounded expression. "Hm? Try it. Open your mouth," Pocahontas smiles. Arthur blinks at her a few times, before blushing redder than before. Biting his lip he looks at the cupcake before looking at her, but he knows he should just continue with what she wants him to do. He's not blushing because he's going to eat his own food, but he's blushing because Pocahontas is feeding him.
Once he opens his mouth, and Pocahontas gently plops the cake into Arthur's mouth. Still with a red face, Arthur chews the last part of the cupcake with happiness in his eyes. "It does… taste good…" Arthur mumbles with a small smile across his face.
"Is it not?" Pocahontas grins at him once more. "How did you make this? With what ingredients?" Just then, Arthur's flushed expression turns into a frown.
"Actually, Jamestown was ransacked yesterday by unknown perpetrators, and they destroyed most of our valuable resources, so I couldn't use much," Arthur explains to the woman. To his surprise, her eyes widen and shaking.
"Y-You… as well?" She asks in an alarming voice.
"Wait, what?" Arthur asks with a shocked expression.
"My village was terrorised as well. We believe it was by the white people because of the weapons and boot tracks they left on our ground. But, similarly to your statement, our supplies were nearly destroyed too," she explains with panic in her voice.
"T-That can't be right… I believe that the distance from our home from this exact spot are not very different. Plus… did you see anyone coming and going as you walked back?"
"No, I didn't… does that mean that our homes were attacked at the same time? When you came back, what was the situation of the village?"
"It was too late when I came back. Everything that they wanted to do had been done…"
"It was the same for me!"
The two look at each other for a moment in disbelief. Everything became even more confusing than before, because somehow, two groups attacked two different villages with two different ethnicity. Pocahontas said it was the white people who attacked hers, but the people of Jamestown were too busy with cleaning up and rebuilding some of the damages done to even do anything. And if they were to ransack Pocahontas's village, it would be impossible, since both people at the time were struggling against the invaders. As the two continue to state more information, Arthur deducted something from the facts he was given.
"I don't think it was from two separate groups… I think it was from one group," Arthur enquires to the young maiden, whom looks at him with a confused expression. "If you think about it, if Jamestown and your village were attacked at the same time, then there is no way that anyone from Jamestown would attack yours. And to attack two at the same time would require a corporation of one distinct group, not two separate groups. I also do not think it's an alliance between two groups, because the amount of people that attacked Jamestown were only a group of fifteen young men," Arthur continues to explain.
"Fifteen? That's close to the same amount that attacked our village too! We had approximately sixteen," Pocahontas comments, though unsure where this is heading, but she slowly understands what Arthur is trying to explain to her.
"See, that's not a big group. I also think that the one group that did this have a grudge against both Jamestown and the Powhatan Tribe," Arthur points out.
"Both? But, I cannot think of a group that would have a grudge on both… As for only Jamestown, many have grudges against your people," she states.
"But… maybe… maybe a group of Native Americans that have a grudge against your people for something, well, I don't know, in the past? Land? War? Food? Supplies?" He asks the young woman, hoping to get her help in this situation.
"Well, if you put it that way, then there are many… but we have announced our peace vows with many of them, some due to the arrival of your people," she explains. As he furrows his eyebrows, Arthur questions the situation even further.
"Though… if they have a grudge against both my village and yours, why do they not fully attack it?" Pocahontas asks the question that has been in her head for a while now. Arthur looks at her before shaking his head.
"That's a good question, but it just doesn't work like that. If you look at the similarities, then you can deduct what they're trying to do," Arthur describes. "It's still a couple of weeks until the end of the winter season, correct? This means that people would need to keep their supplies in check until winter sets and spring comes, but it would take a while until you can grow food again, so most of the time, people wait until mid-early spring. Attacking the resources area would damage the village in one way; starvation until the middle of spring."
"Oh… I get it!" Pocahontas says with admiration. She marvels at the fast deduction Arthur had about an event that both of them were completely unsure of.
"And as for the perpetrators, they do not want to be framed easily, so they dressed up as the 'enemies' of both sides before raiding both villages. And once they finished their destruction, both villages will feel resentment and hatred against the enemy that they have been struggling for a long time now. This leads to accusations of opposing sides, weakening the bond between the two sides," he explains further.
"I… understand… and I think you are speaking the truth, Arthur. My people had already blamed your people," Pocahontas nods at the reasoning.
"Blind accusations; that's what they aimed for, and it's working. Plus, there's only one of my people close to you in this new world, so I can see why they would blame it on us," Arthur mumbles, before crossing his arms. Pocahontas looks at him for a second, before lowering her head a little.
"I'm sorry, I had slight doubts about you. I wanted to believe that your people were not the ones who did this, but I doubted you at times," she grimaces at herself.
"It's fine," Pocahontas raise her head upon hearing those words.
"Erm… did you also believe that my village nearly destroyed yours?" She asks sincerely.
"No," Arthur answers with all honesty.
"Oh…" Pocahontas frowns upon herself, and mentally scolds herself for being rude and untrustworthy towards the gentlemen before her.
"But it's not your fault, that's what I'm sure of. A lot of people gets swayed by other emotions and the situation they're in, and doubting someone can hurt the person, but you cannot blame the doubter. Plus… you only slightly doubt me, so it's fine…" Arthur says with a blushed expression at the last part of his sentence. Pocahontas raises her head once more, before giving off a smile at the young gentlemen. Suddenly, an idea pops up in her mind.
"I do not know who the criminals are, but I do know that my people and your people need to heal the peace bond that broke as soon as we can, in order to prevent a large conflict from happening," Pocahontas states with a strong voice. She knows what the emotion of anger could lead to if both sides were to feel this way. She does not want to feel that way anymore. Arthur looks at her with eyes of interest. "I think I have an idea that would help us calm, or at least, understand both sides, like how we understood each other well. Remember the event that I asked you to participate for today? I think that if you come and join in an event of only Native American customs, it would bring my people joy and calmness."
"Because I would be practicing their traditions in front of them, which brings me, a white representative, closer to them and their traditions!" Arthur continues off with eyes of realisation. Pocahontas eagerly nods at him.
"And Pocahontas could do the same to you the next day too, honey," Grandmother Willow chimes.
"Yes! You would have to stay over as well, in order for you to talk personally with my father so we can clear up the misunderstanding in my side, and I'll do the same in your side the very next day," she eagerly smiles at the idea.
"T-That's… That's a brilliant plan you made, Pocahontas!" Arthur praises with a small grin. This somehow made Pocahontas blush a little, probably because not many people have praised her like that. Now that she thinks about it, this is probably the second time he said that to her. This made her feel… special and happy about herself even more.
"Alright, come over late in the afternoon and I'll make preparations for the events. Let us put this plan into action, and hope for the best."
Jamestown
"Arthur, my lad, you cannot be serious," the Mayor of Jamestown scurries towards Arthur, who's already loading his supplies on his horse.
"Mayor, I am serious. And it's the only way we can stop the plans of those who did this to us," Arthur explains. He had already told the mayor about the situation that him and Pocahontas deduced, but the Mayor had some doubts about it during the explanation. In the end, he could not fully agree with Arthur's statement, no matter how hard he tried to convince him.
"But Arthur, my boy, it was those savages! We already know it was them," the Mayor yells in anger. The crowd behind the Mayor all nod with frowns on their faces. Arthur, thought that it would be best for the Mayor to see the truth himself rather than convince him once more, simply sighs at the accusation.
"You may know, but I do not. Don't worry, I'll be safe and careful," he reassures the crowd behind the Mayor, who are all seeing the young gentleman off. As Arthur jumps on his horse, he says his last goodbyes to Jamestown before galloping off to the exit of the town. But just before he could leave, he stops his horse. He then looks behind him at the Mayor, then at the guards beside him.
"This time, don't search for me or spy on me. I will be back hours after sunrise, you have my word."
I wonder what will happen during the event? ;) Stay tuned for the next chapter :D