It was a cold winter's morning, but it had stopped snowing by the time Monica finally got up. Her older sister, Shara, called her down for breakfast and she hurried to finish brushing her hair. Once done, she hurried downstairs to eat with her two family members.
"Where are you going?" Shara asked when Monica abruptly left the table after eating and came back with her snow boots on.
"I'm gonna go see Micah!" Monica replied eagerly while pulling on her hat, coat, and then mittens. "Bye, Shara!"
"Be careful, alright?" Shara responded, to which Monica merely nodded before she headed outside.
Monica headed to the right, reflecting on how just mere months ago she hadn't liked Micah at all. Her feelings had changed when he became her Rose Prince, and she finally noticed that he wasn't half bad. He also made some really yummy snacks, too.
She climbed up all the steps of the Sharance Tree and entered without knocking. Micah had told her that she could come visit whenever she wanted, which she took to heart. He treated her like a big girl, not a child like everyone else tended to do, which was another reason why she liked him. However, he wasn't home.
Monica sat down in one of the chairs to wait. Micah was always running around, even during festivals. He was probably out tending to his dungeon farms right now and would stop in soon. However, Monica felt rather sad. They only talked maybe once a day, which made her feel rather lonely. She was the only child left in Sharance and had only her sister and the other grown ups to play with her when they weren't busy, which was rare. Yet, when the blonde arrived in town he actually took the time to get on her good side and told her she could visit whenever she wanted.
The door opened and Micah stepped through, momentarily startled by Monica, but then smiled, "How are you, Monica?"
"You're late!" Monica yelled, feigning anger to cover her joy.
"Sorry, I was out harvesting." Micah apologized and then took out a few pieces of lumber from the corner and lit them on fire to warm them both up. "It should get warmer soon."
Monica took that as her invitation to stay and moved closer to the warmth of the fire.
"I hope Shara marries you." Monica whispered.
AN: Here's another oneshot I had laying around. I have a few more pre-written one shots hanging around that I post when updates are really slow.