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Linna has a minion!
A. the Antyu
A. the Antyu
Linna
Legacy Name: Linna
The
Harvest NeelaOwner:
Age: 6 years, 5 months, 3 weeks
Born: November 1st, 2017
Adopted: 6 years, 5 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: November 1st, 2017
Pet Spotlight Winner
April 15th, 2018
Statistics
- Level: 5
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 12
- HP: 12/12
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Dear L.,
You told me last time we saw that if it wasn’t for our family relationship I wouldn’t have willingly spoken more than two words with you. Indeed, at your family’s ball last winter, when your father was made a baron by the King, I was obliged by my family to get to know the heir of Hertfordshire, since she was betrothed to my brother.
But this was not the first time I saw you. It was a summer morning, I was visiting Hertfordshire with my family on account of financial affairs my father has with yours.
You were at the property maze, sitting in a wood bench reading a book. One of your ladies-in-waiting was braiding your hair and decorating it with wild flowers. You were there for only a moment, then you got up and went inside the house. The ephemerality of that moment made me convinced at the time that my mind was tricking me, and I didn’t believe in the girl at the maze until I met you that winter night.
You were the most real thing at the dance hall.
After that day you visited us twice in Kent. The first time you only spent few moments not in company of my brother, when I watched you discuss politics with my uncles. My father’s face was priceless; I don’t think he ever heard a woman talking so fiercely on those matters. By that time we didn’t know about your years in the french court, so we were not accustomed to your vivid and resourceful way to introduce yourself into conversations.
The second time we talked. You asked about the music I was playing on the piano, your gipsy eyes following the keys. It reminded you of a long forgotten lullaby your mom used to sing. You told me how you lost her, and about the years you spent in France after her death. You told me how they made you an adult, although you seemed just a little girl to me.
By that time you had already bewitched my family. My father would proudly speak about the girl his first son was going to marry, and how she was perfect for his peaceable heart and educated manners. He couldn’t help staring at me as he spoke. I've always been the rebellious and ill tempered brother that had a lot to learn before becoming a lord.
But I’m stubborn, and the more unsuitable our friendship was, the more time we spent together. And we had fun with each other. Your open mind and good disposition to laugh appeased my defiance and arrogance, while my recklessness amused you. I don’t know if we were meant to know each other if it wasn’t for our family’s relationship, but I know they weren’t the reason why I fell in love for you. You were you, a very particular creature, more woman than I a man.
I don’t know exactly at what point my brother figured there was something between us more than it was acceptable for a wife-brother-in-law relationship. But I’m certain he spoke to my father and that’s why my family opted to leave Kent and go to our property in South England. You say your marriage couldn’t work anyway. I can’t afford thinking like that, for it would mean there could have been happiness for us and our families if I had met you before my brother.
Nonetheless, I can’t help wondering if my father will reconsider the possibility of a union between our families through our marriage after sometime apart from Kent and Hertfordshire. But if he doesn’t, I will marry you anyway. Wait for me, I’ll be back soon.
Forever yours,
- A.
Devon, october 1820.
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