Peasant…………..or Princess?- Chapter Seven

I got back to the house and sat down to read some of the old, musty books I found. Night fell. I went upstairs, changed into my nightclothes, and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, I heard music. Without bothering to put on regular clothes or pin up my hair, I went outside. I padded along the wet grass in my bare feet, following the music. I found a boy sitting along the brook, playing a guitar, singing a slow, melancholy song I didn’t know. I hummed along softly. He didn’t know I was there. When he finished, I turned around and ran back to the house, my satin robe trailing after me, tears in my eyes.

The next morning, I went back to the brook. During the day, there were lots of merchants there. I got a job for the day with one of the merchants. After all, it was boring to sit around all day and read. I helped him sell and took the money. He paid me at the end of the day and I treated myself to some decadent, hazelnut chocolates.

That night, I unpinned my hair, put on my nightclothes, and crawled in to the bed. I stayed awake though, waiting to hear the slow, mournful music. When I heard it, I practically ran down the steps. I ran again to the brook, my robe trailing after me. Today, I saw the boy’s face, bathed in the moonlight. And he was handsome. Handsomer than even Caleb. I sang (I knew the song), my voice rising, clear and melodic, in to the darkness of the night.