The next morning, I awake to the roosters crow. The sun begins creep into my room, its light warmth making the need to get up futile. I'm almost back asleep before I'm reminded of the day. I fight with the ring I've slipped onto a chain. It is simple, but then I am simple. Or atleast too common to complain. I loved Frederic, I've always loved him. I push doubt away and finally get out of bed. I feed the chickens quickly before making my way towards the Cordons house. The morning coach would arrive soon to wait my love away, yet the sun continued to shine bright and the morning dew was no less. The world moved on, when a part of mine would stand still. It didn't feel right.
"Good Morning, Daria" Mrs. Cordon called from her seat on the porch. She was the same perfect smile Frederick always shone.
I make my way up the steps "Good Morning Mrs Cordon."
She pats the seat beside her on the bench. I could hear Mr Cordon and Fredrick talking inside, but I tried not to listen in.
"I hear congratulations are in order." Points to the ring on my necklace.
"Yes, I suppose so." I instinctively touch it.
"I knew one day you two would get married. I seen it from the very day we moved in here. When you came running over with your brother, his eyes lit up."
"Really?"
She nods "I knew you were gonna steal his heart one day. You'll be a proper match too. While he's away, I can teach you how to cook his favorite meals. You can mend?"
"I can cook the simple things, but Charles is the real cook. I do mend, with all the sword practice we tend to get a lot of rips on our clothes."
She grimaces at the thought "Yes, I am aware of your fathers...unusual raising of you. You won't have time to do any of that fighting though, not anymore. When you're married you'll have a husband and god willing children to take care of."
Children? I wasn't ready for children, I was barely ready for marriage.
Before I can respond though, Fredrick and his father come outside. Mrs Cordon hugs her son tightly and Mr Cordon shakes his hand firmly. I could see some doubt that lies in Frederick's eyes, but he kept calm and shook his father hand just as strongly,
He looks to me and smiles. He takes my hand and leads me off the porch.
"I'm sorry I have to leave so quickly, but I'm a happy man to know I have you waiting for me. I await the day we reunite."
"Freddie, there's something you should know."
He runs over my words and try's to reassure me.
"I know, being parted will be hard. But it'll only be for a bit. When you're ready you can join me in Paris. You'll love it."
I try once again to speak but the coach comes rushing down the road. Frederick flags it down and quickly grabs his bag. He bids farewell to his parents and gives me a quick kiss before jumping into the carriage.
He ways out of the window and I wave back.
Never in my life have I ever felt so, well I don't even know how to describe what it is I feel. Currently I am a spoken for woman, a daughter and a caretaker. So many titles bestowed in such a short length of time.
I wonder if I'll ever again just be me. Whoever that is.