I have no excuse and only apologies to give for the abysmally long hiatus! As a reward, I've made this part longer than the rest :) Long story short, due to business, I thought that my icloud deleted this fanfic file from me, but I miraculously recovered it through my ipad!
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"So when is it~?"
"When is what?"
"You know what I'm talking about! Your confession? Wedding? Honeymoon-"
"Nakoma!" Pocahontas jeers at her best friend, whom giggles at her in return. The two are currently inside Pocahontas's tent, arranging the baggage that Pocahontas needs to stay for the night in Jamestown. As agreed upon, it's Pocahontas's turn to experience Arthur's culture by spending the day in Jamestown. She had just talked to her father the night before, who was happy for her to venture to Jamestown with Arthur much to Pocahontas's confusion.
"Come on, you didn't act the same way when you saw John Smith! I can sense it, you definitely have feelings for Arthur, and I'm positive he has feelings for you! And just wondering, what did he exactly do to you that made you blush so much?" Asking this many questions only made Pocahontas blush harder at the reminiscence of the kiss he gave her.
"N-Not now Nakoma, we need to pack!" Pocahontas dismisses her cheeky friend and continues to dump her clothes is her small bag. After throwing everything in, without a second look, Pocahontas closes her bag and place it beside her.
"Come on, please tell me," Nakoma pleads, but much to her dismay, Pocahontas did not budge, but the blush across her cheeks are getting brighter and brighter.
"W-Why do you want to know so much all of a sudden," Pocahontas asks. Nakoma suddenly switches her aura to seriousness before clutching Pocahontas' hand tight.
"Pocahontas, how many months since you felt this way? I have been constantly watching you since the moment you've met Arthur, and in all honesty, I prefer this Pocahontas, not the soulless Pocahontas I had to cope with a few days ago. John Smith is not here, and you have never been so depressed in your entire life since he left you… Arthur's arrival changed all of that. Pocahontas, I do not want to see you like that ever again, it hurt me as well," Nakoma sincerely explains, bitting her lip at the end. Pocahontas never knew her emotions would effect her best friend like this, and in truth, none of the statements she said was false. They were all true, especially the fact that she had never felt so happy since John's departure. She hadn't realised it herself.
"I did not know… but… Nakoma, I apologise for troubling you… and myself," Pocahontas gives her friend a warm smile. Nakoma then shakes her head from the depression and smiles at Pocahontas.
"Okay, let us get out of this depressed aura, Madam Kirkland. I need to check your bag again in case you dump unfashionable clothes in there," Nakoma states with a grin across her face.
"Hmph, and you say I'm the childish one," Pocahontas peers at her with crossed arms, happy that Nakoma accepted her apology.
"Nope, I'm not childish, I'm only facing the facts for you," Nakoma points out with a wink. After rummaging through the bag once more, Nakoma closes it and hands it to Pocahontas. "Have fun~" She adds with another wink. Pocahontas simply rolls her eyes and walks outside the tent to meet none other than her father.
"Have you packed everything you need?" Chief Powhatan asks. The father and daughter then begins to walk towards the entrance of the tribe where Arthur is standing with his original clothes back on.
"Yes, father. Now, you must promise me to not worry too much and have guards watching me outside the walls. The people in Jamestown would not feel comfortable with guards secretly watching them-"
"Of course, of course, I would do no such things. Now you should hurry up to where Arthur is, and I wish you both the best of luck in Jamestown," the Chief states with a smile across his face, which Pocahontas responds with a very puzzled expression.
"Umm... Father... When did you become very friendly with Sir Kirkland...?" Pocahontas cautiously asks, though she partly regrets it incase he changes his mood.
"Oh, I got to know him after the events and he's a very lovely fellow, which is why I approve of his marriage to you-"
"Oh father n-no that's not what his participation in the event is for... Erm... As I have told you before, this is for cultural exchange," Pocahontas says as she tries to affirm with her father, whom to her confusion, continues to smile.
"We will see about that," the Chief gives his daughter one last smile, before walking ahead to where Arthur is standing. Pocahontas watches as the two began to converse between one another in a very casual manner, which confuses Pocahontas even more. She had never seen her father talk to another white person so friendly before. Maybe… Arthur's influence is the reason for his happiness… Pocahontas ponders for a while, but when her father calls her name, she dismissed the thought and goes over to him.
"Princess, have you packed sufficiently for the journey?" Arthur asks her. Pocahontas becomes surprised when he asks her in such a normal tone, so she genuinely smiles at him and tries to ignore the thoughts that pesters her to ask him about his 'gesture' the other day. Although not shown, Arthur is actually very paranoid, afraid that Pocahontas would hate him for what he did.
"Yes, yes I have," Pocahontas smiles back, handing Arthur her bag in order to be placed on top of the horse. As Arthur helps the native woman up on the horse, for she is a Princess, and he would be the gentlemen that would walk to the town. With one last goodbye cheers from the citizens, the two and the animal companions departs from Pocahontas's home and on the way to Jamestown.
Once the two are at a good distance from the village, and once Arthur sensed that no guards are following them, Pocahontas shuffled back in order to let Arthur take the reign. She then wraps her hands around his waist, and the two calmly rode together in awkward silence.
After a while, Pocahontas decides that this silence is not like them, and with a tightening grip, she begins to speak.
"Arthur, what was the gesture you did last night?" The said man's body tensed up a bit.
"Erm… I-I'm very sorry if it angered you in any way… Pocahontas…" Arthur mumbles under his breath.
"Anger? It didn't anger me one bit… Arthur," Pocahontas mumbles back, feeling the blush slowly creeping through her. Arthur then suddenly stops the horse and turns around to face her with a rather shocked expression.
"Really? I-I mean… I haven't done this to anyone before… I would always see Feliciano do it, so I thought I would give it a try…" Arthur explains with a blushing face.
"Feliciano? Your friend?"
"Well… yes, he's from Italy… tis, what you would say, an action that is part of their culture."
"And you said that you have never done this to anyone before, yes? I am your first?"
"Erm… yes, does that bother you?" Arthur asks sheepishly, but to his surprise, Pocahontas smiles at him even more.
"It somehow doesn't," she says sincerely, which lessens the guilt weighing on Arthur's heart. Though, why did he do that in the first place? And why does he feel happier that she's not bothered by it at all?
"Oh, but wait… Because you made that sudden gesture on me, can I ask you to do something in return?"
"Wait, Pocahontas, are you sure you know what you're doing? And are we even going the right way?"
"Trust me, Arthur! And of course we are, it is just that this way is longer than the one we were taking."
"B-But- Pocahontas, a ledge! Bloody hell, this is crazy!"
"Really? I'm having so much fun!" Pocahontas cheers. With adventurous eyes, she holds the rein tighter and signals the horse to gallop at its top speed across the uneven pathway of the snow covered slope. At every cheer and giggle she emits, only yells, prayers, and screams of terror can be heard from Arthur's mouth as he clutches his grip around her waist tighter as if his life is truly in danger. With ever jumps and sprints Pocahontas commands on the horse, Arthur feels his life flashing before his eyes. He doesn't know how long they have been riding, nor does he know where he currently is, but he does know that he wants to get off immediately.
Once Pocahontas sees that they are really close to Jamestown, she halts the horse to an immediate stop, forcing Arthur to grip Pocahontas tighter, much to her notice.
"Arthur, we're nearly there, so I believe we should switch out seats or the villagers might get angry- Arthur? Are you okay?" Pocahontas blinks a few time at Arthur, who's body is shaking insanely from the ridiculous ride he had to endure.
"P-Pocahontas…" Arthur mumbles under her hair.
"Hm?"
"Y-You're so mean," he mumbles once again, rubbing his head against her hair. Pocahontas rather finds this gesture very cute of Arthur, but at the same time, very… romantic of him. She feels her heart beating faster and faster as he continues to hug her back.
"Really? I think that was a very enjoyable ride, do you agree, Churchill?" Pocahontas teases, stroking the horse, who neighs back at her. Arthur raises his head and places it gently on Pocahontas's shoulder. He then looks at his horse with a pouting expression.
"Traitor."
Jamestown
After a short stop due to Arthur's motion sickness, the two finally switched their seats and arrived in Jamestown as if nothing happened. Although it is to be expected, Pocahontas saddens from the loud whispers the citizens utter upon her arrival. Many faces look at her with petrified expressions, while others glare at her with gritting teeth. Arthur could feel a tightened grip on his waist and knew without a doubt what Pocahontas is going through. I mean, he experienced this sort of thing before entering the Powhatan Tribe.
As the two get off the horse, the Mayor of Jamestown rushes his way through the crowd encircling the new arrivals.
"Sir Kirkland, Sir Kirkland, are you well? Did they treat you well? Are you hurt anywhere? Did they make you do anything strange? Did they poison you? Should I call the doctor? I was oh so very worried, Sir Kirkland!" The Mayor continues his worried rants while darting around Arthur, looking to see if he's physically fine. Arthur frowns upon the Mayor, due to his questions that made Pocahontas feel even more uncomfortable.
"Mayor, it is okay, thank you for worrying on my behalf, I appreciate the concern, but tis fine. Overall, I had a rather unique time with the Powhatan Tribe, it was enjoyable," Arthur explains reassuringly, purposely not mentioning the parts where he almost died and blown a fuse multiple times from Ahiga. Pocahontas looks his way for a minute and understood what he's doing.
"Yes, Sir Kirkland had been a wonderful company and influence for my people. We have learned many wonderful things about your people's culture, and so has Sir Kirkland to mine. It is now my turn to be in your care, and explore more about the bountiful English culture," Pocahontas formally responses with a quick curtesy in the end. Although she struggled for the curtesy, the English stare at her with amazement at her extremely formal language, and most of all, her respect as a person of higher status as seen with her curtsey. I'm glad Arthur taught me how to do this when I asked about the upper class and his Royal Family… Pocahontas sighs in relief.
"E-Erm… yes, I-I am glad that you have taken your time to c-come to us," the Mayor stutters in his response due to the pressure of measuring up to Pocahontas's sophistication. The person that saved him from making an incoherent noise once more is none other than his wife, whom came up to him and looks at Pocahontas with a smile.
"I am very sorry about what my husband had said, you must know how paranoid he can get, my dear. Also, very sorry for everyone's chatty mood, tis quite rude, I understand. Please follow us, we have arranged a room for you, oh, and my name is Mary Potters," Mrs Potters explains with a soft smile, relaxing Pocahontas a little from the countless of whispers. Everyone became shocked by Mrs Potter's words, and with scowling and worried faces, they all moved away from their circle to continue with their daily routines. Though, secretly, they're keeping a constant eye on Pocahontas and her actions, for the life of their beloved Mayor and Sir Kirkland is in the line.
Mayor's House
After a couple of minutes walking and preparing tea and snacks for Pocahontas and Arthur, Mrs Potter finally sits herself down next to her husband with her three children facing her on the other side of the table. It was quiet for a while, for the Mayor is afraid to state something that would cause offence to Pocahontas, or something that could ruin his reputation with Sir Arthur. To him, both people are too important to mess anything up, but in all honesty, he is more afraid of Pocahontas than he is of his reputation to Arthur.
"Hmmmmm… this tea is delicious," Pocahontas comments with a smile, lowering the tension of the room a little. Though she really meant the comment as she takes another whiff at the aroma surrounding her beautifully decorated cup.
"It comes from India, where people make the best teas! Well, Chinese teas are very soothing as well," The native turns around to face a small little girl with chocolate hair tied in pigtails, and freckles decorating her face.
"Wow, that is quite interesting, I would love to learn more. You are very informative, little one," Pocahontas states with a kind smile.
"I love tea, and I love learning about its history! Oh, and my name is Mandy, nice to finally meet you Princess Pocahontas! You're even more beautiful upfront!" Mandy giggles sipping her tea once again.
"Why thank you, Mandy. And to you as well, a very beautiful young girl," she says, making Mandy giggle shyly.
"Oh, and these are my twin older big brothers; Ben and Jack! Be polite and say hi you two!" Mandy nudges the two boys, who wave at Pocahontas sheepishly.
"She is pretty, is she not, Sir Kirkland? You are very lucky to be with her," Mandy smiles and turns her head to Arthur, who looks at her with wide eyes. Her father, meanwhile, almost spits out his drink upon hearing that question. Mrs Potter merely giggles at the question. Pocahontas slowly turns around to look at Arthur, and although her face seems calm, her heart is beating like crazy upon wanting to hear the answer.
"Erm… she is very pretty…" Arthur mumbles under his breath with fidgeting hands. Mandy's smile turns into a smirk and her eyes peering at the two sitting before her. She notices that Pocahontas looks a bit relieved and happy. Added a 'very', Sir Kirkland? Mandy thought to herself, smirking more and more. Though before she could ask another question, her father stopped her and asked his own.
"Sir Kirkland, did you have a safe journey here?" Arthur looks at him shockingly. Though he wanted to tell the truth, but it of course would ruin his reputation and his status as a gentleman.
"Yes… why do you ask?" Arthur says the little lie, making Pocahontas smile more.
"Well, our guards said that they heard a strange sound coming out of the forest… almost like a high-pitched screaming…" the Mayor states placing his hand on his chin, but as he and his family look up at Pocahontas and Arthur, their confusion heightens. Arthur looked like he almost spit out all of his tea, whereas Pocahontas seems to be struggling trying to hold something within herself.
"A-A scream… surely you must be hearing wrong, for w-we didn't hear anything-"
"Well, I did hear a weird sound~" Arthur darts his head at Pocahontas and gives her wide eyes, while telepathically telling her to not tell them the truth.
"T-Then you must've heard a bird or a creature of the sort making that sound, right Princess Pocahontas?" Arthur hisses at the end, though this made Pocahontas struggle even more at trying to hold her laughter.
"Yes, a very adult bird," Pocahontas clasps her hands on her mouth and begins to giggle uncontrollably. Arthur's eyes widen even more and his face slowly turns red.
"Pocahontas!" Once this came out of Arthur's mouth, the maiden bursts out laughing. As she holds her hands in defence, Arthur puffs up his cheeks and grabs her hands while playfully shaking her out of protest for not keeping the secret.
Though, in truth, none of the family members knew what they were talking about, except the fact that from their eyes, they can see a couple playfully joking with each other. This alarmed the Mayor. Mrs Potter takes one look at her husband and sighs.
"Ahem…" she clears her throat, preventing her husband from starting a conversation she would not like to hear. The two 'couples' halts their actions and immediately sits properly with embarrassing faces. Mrs Potter smiles kindly at them. "Well, I hope that the journey was wonderful, but let us end out chit-chat and get the Princess dressed up, shall we? Mandy, would you be so kind and help me dear?" Mandy gladly accepts and swings herself off her seat. She then playfully grabs Pocahontas's hand and drag her up the stairs to her room, with her mother following shortly after them. But before she would leave her seats, she whispers something to her husband's ear.
"Don't say anything that would make him sad."
Outside the Mayor's Home
Arthur and the Mayor stood outside of the home, discussing the things that they could ask Pocahontas to do and at the same time about the current resources Jamestown would last before the next delivery due to the recent raid. After finding out that they did not have enough before the next one, many of the citizens try to cultivate enough food to last through the winter, but because of this, not many are doing their previous jobs, which effects the lifestyle of the citizens greatly. They need to find a way to at least maintain the original cycle of work in Jamestown, while trying to fix the current struggle regarding food.
But before they could continue discussing, Mrs Potter announces the arrival of Pocahontas. Arthur turns to find himself staring at the same person, but with British attire. Pocahontas walks out of the home wearing a long cream skirt with a puffy brown blouse on top. The sleeves of the blouse only goes up a bit beyond her elbows, which allows brown long sleeves to cover the rest of her arms. Compared to her previous attire, the blouse is lose with buttons in the centre, and a peter pan collar lies on the neck area. Covering her neck is a short cream cape up to her waist with a hood resting on her back. Her hair is clipped into a half-ponytail with her bangs hanging loosely in front of her. Covering her feet are a pair of brown winter boots. Pocahontas smiles and twirls her body around, showing of her shirt with many frills hidden inside it.
"How do I look?" Pocahontas asks.
"Wonderful," Arthur comments with a smile of his own. Pocahontas giggles and twirls some more from the happiness of her new attire.
"I never knew your people's clothing would be so warm and pretty," she states, looking at her shoes once more. Arthur continues to stare at the maiden, for he would never knew Pocahontas would look so different yet stunning in British attire. Wait, what are you doing old chap!? Stop staring, that's rude! Arthur yells at himself, looking back at his work on his hand.
"What are you looking at?" Pocahontas asks, peering closely into Arthur's work, which made the Englishman fidget a little at the close distance.
"We were figuring out what you would do while in here… but… actually, I think I have the perfect job for you…"
Pocahontas
"This package is for… Mr Newman?"
"Oh, yes, tis I."
"Here you go, sir. And could you please sign here once you received this package."
"O-Oh yes… of course… erm… Are you okay with this? I mean, I'm sure that you never experienced being a delivery woman in your home… Princess…" The man look at Pocahontas from head to toe, then at her animal companions waving at him, then at her large duffle bag hanging on her shoulder, and finally, at her smiling face.
"Oh, yes, I have never done this sort of job before, but Sir Kirkland picked it for me, and in all honesty, I absolutely love it! It allows me to meet with everyone in Jamestown and to get to know them better, and at the same time, I am able to see the unique things your people have, which also allows me understand your culture better. In shorter terms, this is a dream job for me," Pocahontas explains with a grin across her face as she looks at the letters and books she would need to deliver.
"Oh… I see… well, here you are, Princess," the man hands back the clipboard to Pocahontas, who nods at him back. Before she leaves, she turns one last time to the man and smiles at him.
"Please, call me Pocahontas."
With that, Pocahontas leaps out of the man's small cottage and runs back to the middle of the street with Meeko, Percy, and Flint following after her as the people watch the Princess become an errand and delivery girl. This puzzled them greatly, especially the thinking that went through when Arthur assigned this position to her. The Mayor of course wouldn't comply, nor will his wife agree with this sort of job, but before they could complain, Pocahontas was the first to be more than excited for this and zoomed out to do her job.
"These boots are very comfortable and cute. Okay, next is a delivery at Mr Kelly's house and then to the field to give the working folks their lunch from Mrs Dulley," Pocahontas recite her destination before running with the wind blowing against her. On the past five minutes of her job, she had already delivered to seven different houses, which surprised everyone and the mayor, for no one could do this job so fast. It was all due to her fast feet and high stamina, and Arthur knew this from the start. This job is perfect for her enjoyment, and effective for the people.
As she runs past streets and people, twirling and twisting between crowds, she finally delivered the letter to the assigned house. Due to being such a small town, Pocahontas already knew the streets and house plates from the back of her head. She also learned the shortcuts she could take to get to the houses faster than ever. Her speedy learning method became a great part of her job without her noticing. It was then time to deliver the lunch and water to the workers, and after running through a narrow short cut, jumped over a fence, and slide through empty streets, Pocahontas was able to reach the fields in less than three minutes.
"Good morning fine workers," she greets, waving at the farming men and women in front of her. They all stopped their work upon meeting Pocahontas, most of them are shocked upon her speedy service, but they all waved kindly at her. It was not long enough till the word about Pocahontas's delivery service spreads all over Jamestown.
"Oh, good morning Princess," a fairly middle aged man greets the princess first with a small bow.
"Oh, it's fine, please call me Pocahontas," she replies kindly as she rummages through her bag.
"You are very early, my dear," a woman with dirty blonde hair states, wiping her hands on her apron.
"I am… oh, yes, very sorry if I am not precisely on time, I go very fast on my deliveries," Pocahontas states as she hands each of the workers their lunch, then rummage some more and hands Meeko and Percy their lunch too. After one last rummage, Pocahontas pulls out a cylinder-like object, but as the town's people looks closer, it's actually the container for water but wrapped in a furry object. Pocahontas unties the string covering the containers before handing them to the farmers. Curiously, they accepted the container but something about it surprised them.
"This… is very warm…" the woman comments with shocking eyes.
"Yes, they were boiled and I wrapped them around with this material to keep them warm until it would reach you, so you all would be able to eat non-preheated food," she explains slowly, making the people smile happily at her back.
"What a kind girl you are, and not to worry about being too early! We are very hungry ourselves, and Sir Kirkland did come here to tell us about that too," the man chuckles and takes a sip of warm water.
"Arthur was here…" Pocahontas mutters with twinkling eyes.
"Ah, you call him Arthur, my dear?" The woman asks with a cheeky tone. Pocahontas smiles at her, tucking her hair behind her ears and looking down at her bag.
"Oh my, you fancy him don't you?" Another woman behind her, one with auburn hair, peeks behind the first woman, which shocks Pocahontas greatly, making her blush a little.
"I-I… I believe I do not, for I already have my heart to a man by the name of John Smith," Pocahontas kindly declines, though the auburn haired woman didn't change her face one bit.
"Oh, John Smith, I heard of him, though I do not think its best for you to meddle with that man. He's a trouble maker I tell you, complete opposite of Sir Kirkland," an older man in his fifties comments with fingers pointing.
"And I do not think you should lie to yourself my dear, your face shows it all," the blonde woman nods at Pocahontas, whom automatically touched her face upon the comment.
"I-I do not think so… it would be immoral of me to break my promise of waiting for him…" Pocahontas says, saddening a little.
"But the heart gets what it wants, you know. Let me ask you, who do you miss being with you right now? Who do you feel lonely without?" The old man asks, making Pocahontas picture the first man she could think of on the spur of the question: Arthur. With bitting lips, Pocahontas looks away from the workers before her, feeling utterly confused about the situation she has gotten herself into regarding love.
"Oh ignore him, dearie. You have time, do not worry. Figure out what you believe is right, and what you want. You're not playing with them, do not worry, for you have not made any official promises. But, let me give you a thought… aren't you tired of waiting?" Pocahontas stops her train of thoughts for a minute, and ponders upon the question. It is true that Pocahontas is tired of waiting and waiting for John Smith to return back to her. She knows that she has the right to choose whether she should move on or not… but… she's afraid… because Arthur is not staying for long after all.
"But love is not the only concept worrying her, the people in Jamestown are still cautious towards her," the middle aged man comments, changing the topic a little, though it did not make Pocahontas feel any better.
"Can we talk about something happy around her?" The auburn woman huffs under her breath. "Alas, my dear, tis true, especially not after that attack…"
"I have heard it from Arthur, and I know you all have hatred from us, but I assure you it is not the Powhatan's doing, but the doing of another tribe. I will promise you that I will find out who did this and apprehend the criminals appropriately, both from the attacks in my place and yours," Pocahontas answers with full seriousness. The workers all look at each other with astonishment at Pocahontas's statement.
"You had attacks to? But… do you believe that we were the perpetrators behind your attacks?"
"We found footprints from your people's shoes, holes from your people's weapons, and pieces of your people's clothing… but through all of this, I do not believe that you are the perpetrators behind this… At first there were doubts, but… he fully convinced me, and now, you all convinced me more. Such a jolly and small town cannot do such horrible damage, yes?" Pocahontas explains fully with a soft smile, warming the hearts of the citizens even more.
"Sir Kirkland did, did he not?" The auburn haired lady asks, and Pocahontas responds with a nod. "He's a such a wonderful lad… I pair you up with him!" She bluntly stated, only to be received a nudge from the blonde woman.
"He certainly is," Pocahontas says with a big grin. She knows the villagers don't mean to make her feel sad, she obviously knew this, but she couldn't help being so dim towards the subject. She also knows that her feelings towards Arthur is getting stronger and stronger, slowly overcoming her long wait for John Smith. She knows she has the right to choose… especially with that question still lingering in her head.
Aren't you tired of waiting?
Arthur
"And that is how we should try to limit the consumption of grains… Sir Kirkland? Did you listen to everything I said, old chap? Sir Kirkland? Hello? Arthur Kirkland!" Arthur jolts up upon the last call by the people he was talking to not moments ago. He feels completely embarrassed by his actions, but nodded sheepishly, hoping they wouldn't be too angry at him.
"What is going on in your head, mate?" An old man asks Arthur.
"O-Oh, its nothing to worry your minds with, good sirs," Arthur replies politely.
"It bloomin' well it does concern us! You've been helping us non stop ever since you arrived here! You even left out a plan for us to follow when you went away yesterday! Tis time for us to help!" A gruff middle aged man retorts with a booming smile, while patting Arthur's back quite violently, nearly making Arthur trip.
"I quite agree, Sir Kirkland. My husband is telling the truth! Now, what is going through your mind lately?" A relatively tall woman approaches the group of men with cups of hot tea on a tray. She hands the tea to them one by one, and after each thanks, they all peer at Arthur with curiosity.
"It truly is none of your concerns, but I appreciate the kindness, I truly do," Arthur nods as he sips his tea.
"Actually, I may have a clue, Sir Kirkland. Does this problem start with a… 'P'?" The woman asks with a smirk, which nearly made Arthur choke on tea for the second time.
"You don't mean Pocahontas now do you, mate?" The old man asks with shocked expressions.
"Wait… what did she do to you? Did she hurt you in some way? Did she cause you a lot of problems?" The middle aged man asked, getting more and more cautious in his tone. The woman simply rolls her eyes.
"Men, always so blind. Can you all not see? He's in love with her," the woman sighs as she points out what seems to be obvious knowledge to her, but the men stare at her with wide eyes.
"N-No, it's not love, I was just thinking if she is doing well with her job around Jamestown by herself and of the sort… not many people have yet to accepted her," Arthur stutters before confessing his thoughts.
"That is what someone who's in love would do," she states with a wink.
"Come on honey, that's preposterous! He wouldn't fall in love with someone so different like her!" The man states to his wife, whom continues to shake her head at his comment.
"She's not very different once you got to know her better," to everyone's surprise, Arthur is the one whom defended Pocahontas. Although he seems a bit flustered, he couldn't stand people taking her the wrong way.
"In what way?" The old man asks.
"She's very knowledgable about us and our culture, she loves to explore new things and make new friends, she's optimistic, brave, kind, and have the most joyous laugh I have ever heard. She doesn't like it when you make fun of her, she loves it if you correct her mistakes, she loves to play around and be childish, she will stand up and never give up for what she believes in…" Arthur trails off once finding himself ranting effortlessly about Pocahontas to random people. He then bites his lip while blushing, trying to inch his eyes away from the woman's triumphant smile.
"I told you," she gives one last smile before sipping her tea.
"You were right, I've never seen him defend anyone like that," the middle aged man says with a surprised yet approved tone.
"He knows so much about her too, even if it has only been for… a couple of days," the old man shrugs with a smile.
"Arthur, tell us the truth, darling," the woman asks once again, giggling to herself as she watches the young man stutter the truth out.
"I… I am not allowed to love her… but… my feelings say other wise…" Arthur mumbles loud enough for the three people to hear.
"Not allowed, what do you mean?" The old man asks, scratching his head.
"…she said that she has been waiting for John Smith since he departed…" Arthur feels the struggle of explaining the whole situation to just three people, due to a sudden weight on his heart.
"John Smith? Isn't he the lad that help discover Jamestown? Ha, he's one heck of a guy-"
"He's a womaniser! He's no person for such a girl like her," the woman states, rolling her eyes as she cuts her husband's praises.
"He was the one who saved Pocahontas's father from a gun shot…" Arthur states with a frown across his face. He knows very well that he shouldn't act like this to the man that saved the King's dear life, but he can't help it but feel a little… jealous at John's achievements.
"Well, that won the maiden's heart!" The old man comments.
"Not true… you did say that she has been waiting for him for… actually, months now! Don't you think she's getting tired of waiting?" The woman asks, raising her eyebrow.
"…I… Plus, all of you could very well see the difference between John Smith and I. He's tall, handsome, blue eyes, blond, has huge muscles, everyone's hero…" Arthur trails off with a deep sigh.
"Sir Kirkland, he is not like you, I can confirm that. You're much better than him! Also, this is a question regarding your close relationship with Pocahontas; do you think she's the type of girl who cares for appearances? Doesn't she loves being with you for you?" She continues, smiling cheekily at Arthur. She very well know that Arthur is in love with Pocahontas, but his doubts and wavering feelings are blocking the truth from coming out.
"T-That's true…"
"And you know so much about her, mate! She must know the same amount of detail about you too," the middle aged man nudges Arthur a little roughly, but he knows he's only encouraging his feelings.
"Y-You're right…" Arthur stutters back, shuffling his feet back and forth with uncertainty of his feelings. This is the first time he's experiencing something like love, well, as deep as he's falling for Pocahontas.
"But not many of the towns people nor all of England will approve of this-"
"Oy, don't ruin the moment!" The middle aged man points out with crossed arms.
"I'm just saying the truth…" The old man shrugs.
"Why don't we look at it this way: either he falls in love with Pocahontas, or he marrieds a French?" The woman states.
"…That's true…" the three men all nod simultaneously at the statement. Although Arthur completely agrees with the whole conversation, he still does not think that he should state his feelings for her, well, unless she states his feelings for him first. W-Why am I hoping that Pocahontas would confess first? I don't even know if she has feelings for me! Arthur mentally yells at himself for hoping too high. Though, he and his heart fully know that he could not escape the truth of his true and developing love for Pocahontas.
Pocahontas
It has been a long and exhausting first day for Pocahontas, delivering all different types of goods; from letters to parcels, and lunches to equipments. She then looks up at the sky and confirms to herself that it's noon, and according to the schedule Arthur made for her, she should go back to the Mayor's home and grab lunch for both her and Arthur.
As she continues to walk down the pavement happily in her new dress, greeting the townspeople as she passes them, she evokes feelings of accomplishment during the time of her visit to Jamestown. She was able to befriend helpers and neighbours while delivering her packages to them, and it has only been a couple of hours since her arrival. She knows she shouldn't feel too optimistic for her own good, but she couldn't help grinning and laughing as she runs pass homes she very well memorised, and towards the Mayor's house.
After a couple of knocks on the door to be respectful, she enters the warm house only to be greeted by fresh smell of soup and bread, and to her surprise, the Mayor himself. She knows that she has little relationship with the Mayor, due to him being the biggest prejudice of them all, but she can't help her good mood of hers and decides to approach him with a small bow and a smile.
"Good afternoon, Mr Mayor, it is lovely to see you," Pocahontas greets, gently shutting the door behind her. The Mayor jumps a little at the door shutting in front of him, but he soon relaxes his tensions and nods at the girl.
"G-Good afternoon to you too," he replies with a stutter, continuing to calm himself down as he sees Pocahontas approach him, gently placing her empty sac on the table.
"I have completed the morning deliveries, Mr Mayor, would that be all, or are there anymore deliveries needed to be done?" She asks very enthusiastically, shocking the Mayor more and more.
"You… enjoy this job, Princess?" The Mayor asks, raising his eyebrows.
"Yes, I enjoy it very much! It… makes me happy to interact with the people in Jamestown and befriend them in the process," Pocahontas states honestly, easing the tension of the Mayor.
"That is… rather odd…" the Mayor mumbles, but he clasps his hands as soon as he realised that he said this rude statement out-loud.
"It's alright, Mr Mayor. I've been called worst… though that does not seem appealing… But in all honesty, I love being with unique people, they are the most interesting to be with, I must say," she smiles at the Mayor, who seems to have lost all tension in his body.
"If only you were there in my school, my dear," he points out mumbling. "You see, I was not the most popular person in school, always get bullied by children because I was short and plump. Then one day, I had this big dream to run a town that's new to the world… then guess what happened? The bullying continued…" he continues his story with a deep sigh at the end.
"Well, Mr Mayor, might I say, your dreams already came true. And as for the bullies, I am sure they are most likely working for you, as you relax at the top of the hierarchy in another continent," Pocahontas explains, making the Mayor's eyes widen with happiness.
"Y-You're right! Haha, you are definitely right, my dear!" The Mayor cheers with realisation.
"And all because you followed your dream," Pocahontas giggles at the Mayor's new-found mood.
"Haha, you made my day my dear, and such a witty statement too, did you learn that from Sir Kirkland?"
"Only from the best~"
"Oh, and speaking of Sir Kirkland, could you deliver his lunch to him? He should be talking to Mr Campri next to the town library, maybe you and him could dine there for the afternoon? And over here are the extra letters and parcels to be delivered, thank you so much my dear, and you two have fun eating," the Mayor adds the last statement with a smile, as he hands Pocahontas all the delivery objects and food she needs.
"Mr Mayor, our… relationship isn't like that," Pocahontas tries to affirm while carefully putting the objects in place inside her sac.
"Princess Pocahontas, I am terribly sorry about my behaviour before… it was… beyond rude for even me… I need you to please take care of him, that lad… he's not used to being around people for a long time, especially people who understands him as much as you do," the Mayor requests with a humble smile. Pocahontas does not fully understand what he meant by that, but she nods her head, agreeing that she will definitely take care of him. That is what she promised the moment she held his quivering hands when he nearly fell in the frozen lake.
Arthur
"Okay, I see," Arthur comments while yawning.
"I've counted, that is a total of thirty yawns, Sir Kirkland my lad," the bookkeeper, Mr Campri, sighs as he hands Arthur his third cup of tea today. With an embarrassed thank you, Arthur takes a sip of the delicious tea, smelling the aroma in between. "Have you not gotten sufficient enough of sleep, Sir Kirkland?" He continues to ask.
"Erm… I normally sleep less than five hours a day… which is sufficient enough, in my standards," Arthur points out, as the bookkeeper shakes his head with disappointment. He then places his tea on a wooden table outside of the bookshop.
"Well, at least you have eaten your lunch, I suppose?"
"… I'm waiting for it right now, the Mayor said that he's going to ask someone to hand it to me-"
"And your delivery girl has arrived~" Arthur jumps as he suddenly finds himself meeting face to face with none other than Pocahontas. He thanked the lord that his tea was not on his hands the moment Pocahontas decided to scare him awake.
"Pocahontas, don't scare me like that!" Arthur pouts, placing a hand on his chest to stop the rapid beating of his heart. Instead of showing feelings of concern, Pocahontas giggles at the sight. She then rests her sac and the bag of food the Mayor gave her on top of the wooden table.
"Aww, but I love seeing your cute pouting face," Pocahontas teases, poking Arthur's soft cheeks with her fingers, which makes him red on the face once again.
"Aah, you fingers are cold!" Arthur pesters, shielding his cheeks from the palms of his hands. Pocahontas looks at Arthur once more and an idea popped in her mind, and a mischievous smile traces across Pocahontas's lips.
"Then… here comes cold fingers," Pocahontas warns, wiggling her fingers back and forth as she aims to press her hands on Arthur's ears, neck, and cheeks. Arthur tries his best to dodge them, but Pocahontas's hands are too quick and sly for him to dodge. In the end, it was not Pocahontas's victory that ended their comedic routine, it was an 'ahem' made by the chuckling bookkeeper himself, whom at first was surprised by the overall interaction between Jamestown's hero and a native. The two both look at him, and with awkward glances, immediately shift themselves to a standing position with hands behind their backs and red faces.
"You two seem to be very close to each other… could it be, are you two hiding something?" Mr Campri asks with a sly tone. Arthur and Pocahontas look at each other, before shaking their heads at Mr Campri's suspicion.
"Not at all, we are just close friends," Pocahontas states with a smile. She then diverts her attention to the food she brought with her. "Arthur, we should start eating before the food gets cold," she comments as she makes her way to the table and situates herself on an empty chair.
"Oh, yes, of course," Arthur shortly follows her and sits himself in front of her. Pocahontas then rummages through the bag and pulls out two wrapped oval-looking substances, before handing one to Arthur. They both open the bag to each reveal a sandwich with sliced chicken, lettuce, cheese, and peppers between two slices of bread. Pocahontas peers at the unusual looking meal, feeling the loaf of bread with her fingertips and questioning the unusually rough texture. She then looks up at Arthur to find him happily munching away from the tip of the sandwich. After peering at her food once more, she begins to eat it the way Arthur did with his.
"Oh my, this is delicious! What is this? This taste is very unusual!" Pocahontas comments in between munches as she continues to marvel at the sandwich before her. Arthur chuckles at Pocahontas's innocence and begins to explain it to her.
"It's called a sandwich. To put it in short terms, it's a combination of two slices of bread with anything you want between them. In England, it usually contains vegetables and meat, but it depends on the country," Arthur explains to her, whom nods and takes another bite off the heavenly delicacy.
"So Arthur, how was your day?" Pocahontas asks, shifting the conversation back to their personal life.
"It was good, thank you for asking. I manage to complete many of the tasks I listed before the afternoon started. How was yours? Did anything… unfavourable happened?" he replies, munching into his sandwich.
"Nothing of the sort! Everyone in Jamestown is very nice and conversational, I greatly enjoyed talking to each one of them! There were many whom feared me, but once I calmly approached them, they acted nicer towards me," Pocahontas cheerfully states, munching onto her sandwich happily.
"That is good," this made Arthur smile and also sigh of relief. He then fidgets with his fingers a little, making Pocahontas wonder a little.
"What's wrong, Arthur?" She asks, making Arthur jump a little. He bites his lip a little, shifting his gaze back and forth. It took a while, but he finally confessed, placing his sandwich on the table.
"Pocahontas… I… don't want you to be angry at me… but I… purposely gave you that specific list of people to deliver to, because I know that they would act kind, and would never hurt you… or do anything… else to you…" Arthur confesses with his head lowered. Pocahontas looks at him with a hurt expression. She places her sandwich down and wipe her hands with a napkin from her pocket. Arthur peeks a look at Pocahontas's expression and immediately felt terrible for doubting her like this. He knew he shouldn't do this to her, especially when she enjoyed everyone being happy around her. Why did you have to tell her now, Arthur? I'm sure there were other times you could have told her… yeah right, she would probably be angrier if I told her later…Arthur contemplates back and forth in his head. But before he could look up and apologise, he feels two warm hands on his cheeks, which commanded his head to move up and gaze upon Pocahontas's warm smile. The table isn't long nor large, so Pocahontas was able to do this without the need to stand up or shift her body in any way.
"Arthur, I would never get mad at you, especially when you're making such a cute face," Pocahontas giggles at the end. She then sighs and goes back to her serious yet comforting tone. "Arthur, I am not angry that you doubted me like this. This simply means that we are even."
"W-What do you mean?"
"In truth, I doubted you during the events. I didn't… think that you would be able to use a bow and arrow, or win the hand-to-hand combat… and I'm very sorry for doubting you like that and never telling you until now. Arthur, I hate myself for doubting you, which is why I clearly know why you would doubt me too. There are so many reasons for you to doubt me, and you looking at those reasons clearly mean that you care deeply for me and my safety."
"Don't hate yourself, Pocahontas. And as for you, doubting me clearly means that you care for me as well," Arthur smiles, placing both his hands on top of Pocahontas's. This warms Pocahontas greatly, diminishing all the negative thoughts she had about herself. "I also think this also means that we need to learn more about each other."
"I agree, and Arthur Kirkland, did you think that I would not notice such a fantasy situation? Even though I was perfectly full of myself, I did notice that everyone's expression towards me were too good to be true," Pocahontas giggles. Arthur smiles and lifts her hands and place it on the table, with his hand still over her's.
"I knew that you love people; taking with them, playing with them, all of the sort. I was just… worried about the outcome of their feelings for you… but, being able to converse with so many people, and at the same time, getting them to open their boundaries for you is something only an amazing princess would be able to do," Arthur sincerely comments, making Pocahontas blush. She then grips Arthur's hand tight.
"Thank you…And having the ability to know every villager's emotions towards a certain situation is something only a brilliant and dedicated person would do, Sir Arthur Kirkland," she comments, making Arthur blush as well.
"T-Thank you…" Arthur mumbles, blushing even brighter. This makes Pocahontas giggle, relaxing her hands from her grip on Arthur's hands. She then notices the placement of her hands and slowly move them away from Arthur's.
"Erm, sorry if I gripped too hard."
"Y-You didn't… it's fine…"
"It has been, um, two days now since we talked normally like this," Pocahontas states, munching back on her sandwich.
"It has, has it not? Due to the event yesterday and the work we have to accomplish today, we do not have the time we used to have to… simply relax," Arthur states back, nearly finishing his sandwich about now.
"I really miss it," she declares with a soft smile.
"I-I do as well…" Arthur mumbles back in return with a slight blush across his cheeks.
"Arthur, you blush too much," Pocahontas points out with a giggle.
"W-Well maybe it's because you're saying things that makes me… feel weird…"
"Weird how?"
"I don't know… you call me cute a lot though…"
"But I'm only saying the truth, Arthur. You are very cute, and very pretty too."
"Eh?" Arthur blushes harder this time, making Pocahontas giggle once more. "I-I really am not though…"
"Yes you are! Stop denying, Arthur."
"Oh, so when you're with her, you don't yawn," Mr Campi cuts between the conversation as he starts sweeping the front of his store. Pocahontas looks at him with raised eyebrows.
"Yawn? What do you mean, Mr Campi?" She asks with curiosity. Arthur bites his lip with worry, which intrigues Pocahontas even more.
"Sorry for cutting your conversation, Princess Pocahontas, but this young man, believe it or not, was yawning about thirty times before your arrival," Mr Campi confesses. Pocahontas then diverts her attention to Arthur.
"Arthur, please don't tell me that you didn't sleep at all last night," she asks with worry in her tone. Arthur blinks at her a few times before shaking his head in a guilty manner. Pocahontas looks at him and sighs. "Arthur, I told you that you should have a good amount of sleep every day to be healthy. What were you doing the whole night?"
"… Trying to develop a list of things to do for the town, and figuring out the people that invaded both of our towns…" Arthur confesses, making Pocahontas sigh once more. She then gets up from her seat and walk towards Arthur before grabbing his bag from the side of his seat and placing it over her shoulders. Arthur meanwhile looks at her with utter confusion before getting up from his seat, but before he could retort, Pocahontas places her finger on his nose.
"You young man need to go home and sleep for the rest of the afternoon, while I will do both your jobs and mine," Pocahontas declares, folding her arms as she affirms her stance on her objective. Arthur looks at her with wide eyes.
"Wait, what? No, you can't, there is too much work for you to handle alone," but his retorts are meaningless, for Pocahontas continues to shake her head. She then walks behind Arthur and pushes him forward until they step out of the store's boundaries.
"I promise I will do everything according to your instructions, and at the same time, I will try to help you figure out the perpetrators for the incident two days ago. There is no need to worry, Arthur," Pocahontas affirms as she continues to push Arthur. Despite his conscious telling him not to leave Pocahontas with two large jobs, he believes that he should trust her on this matter and not doubt her. With a loud sigh, he turns around and faces Pocahontas.
"Okay… I will, but Pocahontas, promise me that no matter what happens, don't get hurt or let anyone hurt you," he states, surprising Pocahontas a bit with his seriousness. She gives Arthur a nod and a smile.
"I promise… if you promise me the same thing, Arthur."
While Arthur is taking his long-deserved rest, Pocahontas will try and complete both jobs within the respected time given! Let's see how this will turn out ;)