Opinions or Reality on the Bulletin
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The Luna-dynn Cottage,
The Village of Drift-Combe,
Kingdom of Velicia,
Dawn of Morning,
The Tenth Day of the Month of November,
Thirty Third Year of the Reign of King Jesse Crestings
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It was far too early when Amelia awoke from her sleep. The night had been wonderful and she could not wait for the rest of her day. She had finished reading the book and had an opinion she intended to post on the Bulletin before she could head to the Boutique.
She also needed to stop by Mister Flambent's workshop to collect some new dyes for Lady Hildeth. Factoring all of the things into her day, the damsel had arisen early and completed her tasks of getting ready.
The previous night, a man named Sir Jacob had bought her and her brother a great share of food lavishly at the Baker's and had settled payment and left without a goodbye.
Amelia wondered if he was on his way on the journey and maybe even had reached his home somewhere. She prayed specifically for the kind old man before proceeding forth.
Jasper woke up and came around, rubbing his eyes. "Up already?" he asked, his voice sounding groggy.
"Yes, I will be heading to the Reading Association to post an opinion", she said with a smile.
The young lad stared at her before folding his arms and leaning against the door frame of the kitchen, saying, "Weren't you complaining about the book just yesterday?"
"Well", she said, indecisively, still thinking. "My opinion isn't exactly the nicest thing. I just wanted to see what the others have written too", she answered.
"You just want to go find your friends and see if they're around, don't you?" the boy raised a brow.
"Okay, that's enough, go eat your soup", she huffed, before scurrying away to tie her hair in a braid.
Once she was finished, she wished her brother good bye and was off towards the Town. On the way, she found Knight Erion standing about and talking to Knight Roden.
"Hey", she called, waving excitedly as she ran towards them and the men turned about to see her, faces lighting up. "How come you're all up today?" she asked, voice chirpy.
"Our duties start earlier starting today and we can't afford being late. How about you?" Knight Erion asked.
"Got work?" Roden smiled, and Amelia didn't know why he was being as nice to her after being as disrespectful about her writing back at the Club.
"Well, I was planning on paying a visit to the Walterus Estate so I could post an opinion", she said, patting the book in hand.
"Aw, have you finished reading?" the subordinate knight asked, shocked.
"Well, yes", the damsel giggled. "I stayed up two nights. But it isn't a new novel; I had finished reading it back when it was freshly published."
"Oh wow", the olive haired knight exclaimed, "I haven't even started it yet. Is it good?"
"Um", she hesitated. "I can't say it was my favourite, but the concept was new I guess. And since it is based on a real event, that no surviving person was present at as far as everyone knows, the author has taken it in his stride to set his fiction there", she said, trying to sound neutral.
The men nodded. "I never thought of the historical parts of it. The love story and the characters were quite enticing though", Knight Erion said, with a shrug.
"Well, that is the main focus anyway", Amelia admitted, realising that not everyone would think of the politics. After all, she was the only descendant of the race.
"Do you buy books as soon as they are published?" Roden asked.
"No, actually, I can't afford to be so lavish. But the town librarian is a kind woman and she allows me to read the books in exchange for favours", she smiled.
"She probably just asks you to be around her and lets you read so she can see you more often. Who wouldn't want a sweetheart like you to be right with them all day long?" Head Knight Erion smiled.
Something about what he said made her heart flutter and she giggled, saying, "Aw, you're just being kind."
The olive haired knight cleared his throat, as though he was uncomfortable, before turning his attention, "Alright we will be late if this keeps up."
"Okay then, good bye", Amelia smiled, waving to the two. Then, she made her way towards the Estate of Duke Walterus.
She knew she wouldn't meet Erion there, but she was excited to have seen him right in the morning. After all, he had promised to treat her to dinner that night as well. Her heart raced at the thought of it.
Flashing her card to the security guards, the damsel made her way inside and climbed the stairs along the back of the manor to reach the balcony of the Reading Association.
She read her opinion over again before pinning it to the bulletin board.
"I admire the sheer amount of history in the novel, but it is only as dependable since it is fiction. We cannot base the true affairs of the event based on a novel"
She was growing anxious of whether people would disagree with her. Then, she looked about to see if there were any other posts made to the board.
There seemed to be none and she decided to leave and return some other time to read the rest.
Just as the damsel descended the stairs, she saw Knight Erion riding into the courtyard, upon horseback.
Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the man galloping in, before the gripping fear of whether he was there to see the daughter of the manor constricted her heart. Brown braid sashaying behind her, she reached the landing and smiled, as the man descended from his mare and walked over.
"What brings you here?" she asked.
"Well, I had an opinion that I had decided to post in the evening. But since you're here. I thought I would do it nice to drop by and post it with you", the man smiled.
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