Matrinails 15
Highever
Dear Falon,
Oh I wish you could have seen my mother's face after what happened today! A suitor came for me today, again, in hopes for my hand. But Chaka would not let him near me. He knows what kind of men I do not like and he knew this suitor was one of them. What was his name? Garven, I believe. He followed me around, much to my dismay, and began conversations that were, "surprisingly", one-sided. And later, when I threw a stick for Chaka, he came up to me and his lips crashed onto mine. Maker's breath, I couldn't believe he kissed me! It has happened before but I still hate it. Not wanting to take it, I bit down on his tongue, delivered a swift punch to his face, and stomped off with Chaka in tow, viciously growling at Garven. So later my mother berated me about it and I was torn between laughing and felling ashamed. But, he left tonight.
I taught little Oren how to fight earlier, while I was trying to dodge Garven. But when Fergus found out what I had done, he broke out in laughter, and Oriana gasped and felt sorry for the "poor guy". Fergus was so proud of me, as was Father although he'd never admit it in front of mother. She tells them not to inspire me.
Too late!
Father got news from the king yesterday that there has been an increase in darkspawn numbers. I'm sure it's nothing much, but father is being cautious. But if this is a blight, I am hoping I may join. I hate being all secluded here in the castle. One downside to being a noble: We, or really I,cannot travel as much as I'd like, unless we're doing "business". But that is what I wish to do. I want to go to different lands, see places, write whatever appears in my head, and fight. Hmm, what noble's daughter wishes to do this?
I swear I think I am adopted, but Fergus says otherwise. I looked just like Mother when she was my age: tall, light tanned skin, long black hair. The only difference is my blue eyes, which I must thank my father for. I just wish they wouldn't push so hard for me to find a husband or act like a "lady". Besides, if I did have a husband, he would hold me back from the things I wish to do. Maker, life is never easy, is it?
Yours, Vercy