WOULD DREAMS DARE COME TRUE?
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The Lunadynn's Cottage,
The Village of Drift-combe,
Kingdom of Velicia,
Night reigned by a full moon,
The Seventh Night of the Month of November,
Thirty Third Year of the Reign of King Jesse Crestings
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Jasper had returned to his chamber for slumber and Amelia was left there, seated upon her bed, vivid memories flooding her senses. They were not recollections of her scarred and unforgettable past, but a thrilling reminiscence of the mysterious vigilante she'd met in the wild woods.
The damsel of long brown hair rose to her feet and walked over to the vanity to stare critically at her reflection. Her mind endlessly wondered what she looked like there in the forest, after the daring escape, when he'd swept her up in his arms and saved her from impending death.
Amelia whirled around, holding her arms out so she could take a good look at herself. She tried to think of the most beautiful things he may have thought about her.
Then, she wrapped her hands around herself, wondering what she felt like to him. She was short and soft and pudgy, but it was solely desperate hopes from her end for him to have liked it or fancied her in any possible way.
He was everything on the contrary to what she was: tall, strapping and mysterious.
There was a sort of sadness seeping into her senses when she thought of how unreachable he was. She knew nothing regarding him: not his name, not his identity and not a single clue of what man he was.
The sole ingredient she possessed to all that he could be was that his eyes were of fair colour, a lock of dark hair and that he was a vigilante of the night, dressed in the attire of a knight, crested with the Imperial's Castle's coat of arms, beneath a dark cloak and hood and mask.
Most men were dark haired and fair eyed, but his attire could lend some vague clue.
She hastened to her little balcony and cast her gaze as far as she could, in hopes of potentially finding even a shadow of the mysterious man. But to her dismay, she could not sight him.
It was like he was long gone.
Amelia stayed, resting her arms over the railing and stared dreamily, like she was looking at the fantasies of her mind when her eyes were on the view of the wildwoods. In her heart, she liked to think that he fancied her, although no one else truly did.
In her dreams, she was not the despised descendant of a cursed race whose sins were still unforgotten and unforgiven. She hoped for a day when she would be loved, cherished by a man from whom she did not have to hide her scars that would rise and need cleansing every fortnight.
Although she did not enjoy the difficult cold baths her skin needed for the sake of protection, those were the events that had led her to the man she was intrigued by: a secretive vigilante that had rescued her from the very brink of death.
With a long sigh, the damsel rose from her perch on the railing. There was a sense of longing that she harboured, but a saddening feeling overcame her when she wondered if the mysterious man did not bear the like emotions she felt for him, though it was almost sweeping.
She would remember that night as a special relic in her heart.
The cold winds of the night whistled past, casting their frigid tunes over Amelia's body and she shivered in response.
It was terribly late and she had work the following day. It was no news that Lady Hildeth would entertain no tardiness in her maidens and would be well inclined to firing her for lack of discipline.
And Amelia needed her job desperately, in order to keep her brother and herself both sheltered and fed.
She withdrew into her chambers and wrapped herself in blankets, deciding to sleep. Her fantasies, however, kept her up, dreaming endlessly of what the masked man's identity could be.
Little did she know that there was the vigilante who had saved her standing in the darkness, gazing at her balcony even after she had left. A smirk of amusement lifted a side of his mouth as he shaded into the shadows of the night, knowing that she was looking for him.
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