Memory-
The moon was out, nearing it's peak, not quite a full moon yet. That was two days from now, and we would take shelter in the caves from the wolf people.
But for now I was content being walked home by my Finnegan once more.
I was almost surprised he remembered which one I lived in, as he led me right to my hut. The whole way from the party we were talking and laughing, just like when we had been growing up. But it felt slightly different, as I laid my head on his shoulder slightly when we walked.
I sighed when we stopped in front of the shabby place, "So will you be speaking to me again now?" I ask, keeping my eyes averted and not wanting to get my hopes up. It would hurt too much if I saw rejection in his face.
But I was pleasantly surprised when he lifted my chin so I was looking him in the eyes, "Sage Love," he began and my breath caught in my throat once more, "I am going to ask for permission to formally court you. I never truly wanted to leave you alone, but I had to. To draw attention away so that you stayed safe, my father is not a nice man. He would have surely hurt you for pulling me away from my chores."
"But Finnegan, you're father hates me and they gypsies. Why would he agree to allow this." I barely finish my sentence, still feeling light headed from what he just told me. I was overjoyed, and trying not to cause a scene.
"I will find a way to make him agree my Irish Rose, my beautiful gypsy. But for now, I must bid you a good night." He moved to kiss the back of my hand once more before he left me at the front door of my home.
As I opened the door I was bombarded with questions from my mother, about Finnegan. Such as whether or not she should expect to be rid of me, and what would father fetch for me, she hoped he would allow her to move into the main hut in the other half, the nicer half of the village.
"I do not know Mother," I start and she groans, "You mean to say I'm stuck with you, a gypsy without magic. Such a disgrace. I do not wish to be a maid forever."
"Mother, you did not let me finish. He told me he is going to ask for permission to formally court me." As I finish my sentence she perks up, elated at the prospect of me being wed.
With a bang the door hit the wall and father walked in, "Father!" I yelp in surprise, "You startled me!" I say trying to catch my breath.
He slaps me, hard, across the face and my hand flies up to my cheek which was now stinging. "What did I say about calling me that you wench? I want you to stay away from Finnegan Mikaelson, I am trying to set up an arranged marriage with Amber, and you shall be given as a maid. I am bargaining for a higher price, and I will not have you ruining this for her, you useless little gypsy." his voice is low and dangerous, it makes me shake slightly.
"Oh but Tanner, if you allow him to court her you may fetch two separate prices for them! If you sell them together, you will surely get a lower price, instead of two large amounts of money." I see her pleading with him, attempting to make him see some sort of reason, and he seems to consider it. "If I have not settled a deal with Mikael by the end of the week then I will consider it."
After he barges out I slide down the wall next to the fireplace and stare into it's inferno, wishing and hoping that he does not settle a deal with Mikael. "Please," I whisper to myself, "Let me find happiness, at least with this one thing." Suddenly I feel like crying, but I don't like to. It makes me feel weak, but I can't stop a few small tears from rolling down my cheek. I dearly wish my family at least like me, or would stop shaming me for something I had no control over.