As hanschenfangirl pointed out, I'm using the tour cast as my character bases. Try not to get confused! Otto = Sausage curls, Georg = sharkfin. *nods* Also, I know it was probably common for families back then to have servants/stable hands, but... For the sake of the story, let's say that they don't. ;)
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"You may go if you finish all of your homework," Mama tells me.
I silently rejoice, beaming.
"And," Mama continues, "if you run the horses."
My face falls. No. No, no, no. Not the horses. The Hanschen horses!
"Ride them, Mama? Or just let them loose?" I ask nervously.
"Ride them, child! What with your sister married now, and God knows I cannot get upon that horse to save my life, who is there but you?"
"But, Mama-!" I begin to protest.
Mama throws up her hands. "No more, Ernst, or you will not go with Melchior Gabor tonight."
I am silent.
Later, alone in my bedroom, I ponder the days events. As I think, I mindlessly write up my Latin homework.
So. Melchi Gabor. He's always been top of our class, and he doesn't even try. He's always been the most approachable, too. I feel as I if could come to him with my problems and he will do what he can to help, distance or no distance. He's not like Hanschen, for example, who is second-best in class, and rather dashing, yet exudes a hard, cold personality. He's so haughty; it's hard to think of him and I nearly the same age. I'm sure he's a nicer person on the inside.
Maybe.
I sigh and start my Trigonometry.
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Also,
Thank you all SO much for your kind reviews. Seriously, I know everyone says that, but I honestly mean it. I've never published any of my writing before, so this makes me happy! 3 The next few chapters will probably be pretty short, unfortunately.
(and I think the A/N is longer than the chapter now. Eep!)