Matrinails 14

Highever

Dear Falon,

Well, not much happened today. I broke my fast, sparred with Sir Gilmore, lunch, read until dinner then off the bed. Or, well, mother and father believed so. I actually sat at my desk in my room and wrote. I have an excellent story in mind, but the details are too scrambled for me to share. But what I can tell you, is that it is about a boy who becomes connected with a dragon, even though everyone else in the land fears them, and hates them.

I was lucky mother did not have any suitors for me today, thank the Maker. None ever peek my interests. They are all gentlemen, which is nice, but much too formal. And none ever know how to fight, they aren't sarcastic or funny. Just formal. You know, polite, political conversations, and one too many complements, and not only that but none like what I do. Not only that but because I cannot speak, I feel as though the conversations is mostly one sided.

Often, my mother says "it's good to have someone not like you. Had they like all the same things you do, then I would be like marrying a friend with your interests." But maybe I want someone who understands me. Not some flimsy little boy of six that is just learning to be all polite, in which they do so.

All. The. Time.

But I shan't bore you with my talk of boys. But if I were to find someone I liked he would have to be a good fighter, someone who isn't afraid to stand up for himself or others. One who is kind, sweet, funny, and a bit of a fool wouldn't bother, nor would being handsome. All the same, I fear that day may not come. I am still a virgin, and I hope that one day I will not be, but only to a man I would love with all my heart, and he would do so the same and would not mind my muteness. In my opinion, I would rather marry a poor man that treated me well and with respect than some rich noble with disgrace and only acted otherwise in public.

Perhaps one day this shall come, should my father not make an arranged marriage. I do not know what I would do if that happened. But it hasn't yet, and hopefully not soon.

Yours, Vercy.