The door closed, leaving only
silence in the room. Alphonse banged his clutched fist on the wall. He didn’t
know what to do; his parents weren’t giving him an option.
“Ugh,” he whispered to himself.
“What am I going to do?”
Giving a sigh, Alphonse started to
walk around the room. His parents wanted him to agree to a peace marriage, but
he didn’t want anything to do with it. But if he stayed, then he would have no
choice but to marry a girl he never meet. If he left he didn’t have a place to
go. Alphonse didn’t want to stay here, he knew that much.
“I got to go somewhere,” he finally
decided.
Alphonse stormed out of the room
and rushed down the hallway heading down to the stairwell. He wasn’t going to
give a second thought to any of it. He didn’t want to back down; he knew he was
going to change his mind if he thought about it anymore than he did.
After wandering for days, Alphonse
was tired and worn out; he didn’t know where he was or where he was heading.
His hands touched a tree, trying to support his weight before he collapsed.
“What am I doing?” he asked himself
as he leaned on the tree.
“Well I don’t know what you are
doing,” a voice answered the question. “But I do know that you shouldn’t be
here.”
Alphonse jumped at the voice,
bringing a little life back to him. He turned slightly around to get a view of
who was speaking.
Standing there was a girl, holding
a basket of fruits and flowers. Her hair tied back into a French braid with her
bangs falling to the sides in a mess. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of him.
“Who are you?” Alphonse asked. His
hand was shaking as he pointed at her.
“Me?” she asked raising her brows. “What
does that matter? Are you okay?” She moved closer to Alphonse, causing him to
back away. Only to find out his legs gave out and he fell to the ground.
The girl rushed to him, only to
have Alphonse push her hands away.
“I’m fine. Just was unsteady for a
moment,” he said pushing himself from the girl.
“My name is Celia,” she answered.
“I live near here. I can help-“
“I don’t need your help,” he
hissed, finally standing back up. Alphonse stared down at the crouched down on
the ground.
Celia stared up at him and shook
her head.
“Fine,” she said getting up
herself. “If that’s how you feel, okay. I won’t bother you.”
Alphonse stared at the girl as she
hurried away.
Grunting, he started forward after
she was gone to make sure no one would bother him again. That was the last
thing he wanted.
At least he limped into a village
full of busy people. They hurried along the houses getting from one point to
another, giving a ‘hi’ and a ‘hello’ to friends passing by.
“Great,” he said rolling his eyes.
“A small town. Wonder if they have an inn I can stay at.”
Alphonse slowly moved around the
tiny village, reading the signs on doors, looking for a place to stay.
After a while, he stumbled upon a
small inn in the middle of the village. Shrugging his shoulders he pushed the
door open.
“Hello, welcome to Lancourt Inn,
the finest Inn in all of Lancourt!” a voice by the door happily chirped.
Alphonse turned to look at the
greeter. He noticed the hair style and smirked. “This is where you live?”
Celia jolted up and stared at
Alphonse.
“What are you doing here?” she
asked.
“I need a place to stay.”
“Go somewhere else.”
“Rude,” Alphonse muttered.
An elderly lady came over and
patted Celia on the arm. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing grandma,” Celia said
softly. “Go back to your chair.”
The elderly lady stared at Alphonse
as he started to turn around.
“Are you looking for a place to
stay, Lad?” she asked.
He pointed at Celia, “she said that
I have to find another place to stay.”
“Celia!” the woman’s voice turned
harsh. She turned back to Alphonse, “we have plenty of room. If you cannot pay,
you can work it off.” She smiled sweetly. “Just can’t me gran-gran or grandma.”
She walked away and pulled out a key and walked back handing it to him. “Celia
can show you the room.”
“Thanks,” he smiled.
Celia rolled her eyes. “This way.”
“Celia, your manners,” Grandma
called after them.
After showing Alphonse his room,
Celia walked to her room and flopped on the bed.
“He was rude earlier…why does he
have to stay here?” she asked as she rolled on her side hugging her pillow. “No
worry, he just can’t get in the way of my work.
A few hours later, Celia smiled and
fixed her bangs, brushing them out of her eyes. “Time to start the clean up!”
she said happily as she pulled an apron on.
She hurried down the staircase and
into the dining area of the inn. It was her job to make sure the place was kept
clean and the guests happy.
“Are you good?” “Need anything
else?” she asked over and over to people walking in and out, having their meals
as she cleaned and swiftly got anything that was needed.
“I’m not good,” Alphonse said
loudly catching Celia’s attention.
“Oh?” she said heading to him.
Alphonse was sitting alone at a
table with his arms crossed at his chest.
“You clean up nicely,” she said.
“I’m hungry.”
“What would you like to eat?” she
asked.
“Whatever is good.”
Sighing she shook her head, “I
don’t know your name, but do you have anything in mind on what you’d like to
eat. You can look at the menu if you like,” she said gesturing at the paper lying
on the bare table.
“What’s the special?”
“For you bread and water.”
“Manners, Celia,” he smirked.
She sighed and placed a glass of
water on the table.
“I’ll get you something delicious,”
she said. Then added a smile and walked off.
When Celia was far enough away she
scoffed and muttered the word “brat”.
The other workers at the Inn took a
quick liking to Alphonse. He was pleasing to the eyes, and had manners when
needed. They gave him what he wanted and giggled off happily to gossip about
him to each other. Celia kept staring at him. She didn’t dislike him, but from
the way he treated her in their first meeting she was a little hostile towards
him. She knew that she shouldn’t be since he was a guest and a traveler. More
so Grandma told her to welcome strangers with open arms.
So after receiving the meal for
Alphonse, she skirted around the people and the tables and chairs making her
way to him. She placed the dish on the table along with a fork, spoon and
knife.
“Dig in!” she said happily. “It’s
the best in town.”
Celia pulled a chair to the table
and sat down as Alphonse started eating. She looked down at her lap not knowing
if she should speak or not.
“What are you doing?” he asked her.
Blushing Celia shook her head.
“Nothing. Nothing at all,” she said with a nervous laugh.
As she played with her fingers, she
took a deep breath and exhaled.
“Sorry about earlier. That was rude
of me, I shouldn’t have done that,” she said quickly.
“It’s fine.”
“You know…you never told me your
name,” she said nervously. “Mind telling me?”
“Why?”
“I mean, I’d like to call you by
something.”
“It doesn’t matter what you call
me.”
“But…”
Alphonse finished off the meal and
held out his glass. He leaned on the table, his face against his fist, a smile
(or smirk, Celia couldn’t tell the difference) on his face. His blue eyes
shining.
“Water.”
“Eh?” Celia squeaked.
“I am thirsty. Get me more water.”
Sighing she took the glass and went
to the kitchen.
As she pushed the doors opened she
shook her head, her hair swaying along her movement.
“Here, refill it please Leon,” she
asked wearily.
“What’s wrong Hon?” he asked her as
he took the glass and poured more water in it.
“The new guest.”
“Ah, the Lad that has captured the
entire maiden’s hearts in this Inn?”
Celia nodded.
“I wouldn’t have thought you were
that kind of lass, Celia,” Leon said handing her the now filled glass.
“I don’t like him. But Gran told me
he is to work with me while he stays here. Who knows how long that’ll be. So I
want to get along with him,” she said looking down into the water.
“You’ll be just fine.”
“Sure. Thanks by the way,” she said
smiling as she left the kitchen to return to Alphonse to discuss the
arrangement of his stay.
“No way.”
“Why not?” Celia asked.
“I don’t work.”
“Well why not?
“I never work.”
Sighing, Celia put her hands to her
head. She was starting to get a headache talking to Alphonse.
“Look, I don’t know your name. I
don’t know why you are here, and what happened to you…but Gran asked me to
watch over you as you worked. So please just try and do something?” she pleaded
to him.
“Fine,” he said as he took a last
sip of water. Grabbing his coat, Alphonse headed for the door.
“Hey! Where are you going?” Celia
hollered after him.
Since he didn’t answer her call,
she hurried after him. She threw off her apron and hurried out the door.
“Hey! Wait!” she called as her pace
sped up.
Alphonse walked on faster as he
heard her voice.
“Can you slow down, please?” she
asked him.
“What do you want? Following me?
Are you a stalker?” Alphonse asked her.
Taken by surprised, Celia’s eyes
filled with tears. She didn’t mean anything by it; she just wanted to make sure
he wasn’t going to be in any kind of harm.
“No…” she mustered up the voice to
answer him. “I just don’t think it’s safe if you are out at night.”
Alphonse stared at her in
disbelief. “Really?”
“Yes! You just stormed off and you
just got here, and you seemed liked you pushed yourself too far and you need a
few days rest to get back to normal. It’ll be bad if you just wandered off,”
she explained.
“Don’t worry about me.”
“But-“
“Don’t bother.”
Alphonse strolled off and turned a
corner, leaving Celia standing in the street alone.
Celia didn’t like being left alone
in the dark streets. She hugged her arms and hurried after Alphonse to make
sure he was going to be okay.
Celia didn’t seem to find him as
she walked the night streets. She started to worry a little as she didn’t want
to stay out too late into the night since Gran would have a fit if she stayed
out. Pulling on her hair, she looked around.
“Just a little further, then I’ll
head back,” she whispered to keep her nerve.
She hurried down the path she was
already on and didn’t see anyone who seemed like Alphonse, so she turned
around. It was already late. Her heart pounded, she didn’t really want to go
back to the Inn without him. She was sure Gran wouldn’t be happy if she made
someone upset and he never paid for anything. She knew she couldn’t go home
empty handed.
Sighing, Celia headed down an alley
way continuing her search for the man she just met, and didn’t know the name
to.
It took her hours for wandering the
streets before she finally gave up. Going home empty handed, and late would get
her into a lot of trouble, but she couldn’t help it. She headed back to the
Inn, in hopes the Gran was already in bed and her friend was manning the front
desk.
As she opened the door, she
realized that Gran was still up. Fuming from worry.
“What in the world are you doing?”
she squeaked.
“Nothing Gran.”
“Storming out when you are supposed
to be working, and staying out for hours. At night nonetheless!” Gran was mad
at what happened. “What has gotten into you?”
“Nothing,” she whispered. Her body
ached from walking fast for hours, she didn’t want to tell Gran that they got
ripped off by the man from earlier when she was already mad. She decided it’ll
be best to tell her in the morning when her mood was better.
“You are in trouble young lady.”
“I know.”
“What do you have to say for
yourself?”
Celia shook her head. She didn’t
know what to say. So she bit her tongue.
“Go clean up the dining room, and
kitchen. Your work will be doubled tomorrow,” Gran said as she hopped off to
the staircase and headed to bed. “Don’t make me keep a closer eye on you,
sweetie. I just want to keep you safe. Good night,” she smiled and disappeared.
Grabbing a rag, Celia started to
pick up the dishware that was left out for her. Her area was a mess. She knew
no one was going to cover her. It’s against the rules at working here. Everyone
had to carry their own weight. Celia knew she was stupid to try and befriend
the man.
She gave a sigh.
“Doesn’t matter, it’ll all pass,”
she sang as she piled the dishes in the kitchen and started to wash them. Her
clothes were splashed with the water and she made a face, stopping her singing
those words. “Great…now it’s all wet.”
She leaned on the counter and
looked out the window. The stars shone brightly above and it helped her smile.
“No biggie, I can handle this,” she
said smiling as she pulled her sleeves up higher and started picking up the
pace.
She was done with the washing
quicker than she thought, and she bounced off to clean up her serving area. She
couldn’t sleep unless it was clean. Cleanliness was the thing Gran took pride
in, she couldn’t ignore it.
Celia wiped the tables, and
swept the floors clean. A few hours
later, she felt really tired. She yawned and stretched her arms in the air.
“Good work for last minute,” she
said proudly. Looking around, she nodded at the work she just did. “Gran will
be happy to see I took care of everything when she awakes.” She took the items
she used and put them back where they belong.
Since no one else was up, Celia
looked around making sure everything was locked and secure before sitting in
the big chair in the waiting room. Her heart was heavy at the thought she, made
someone mad at the Inn and took advantage of Gran and the rest of them. Sighing
she leaned back, before she knew it, Celia fell fast asleep.
The next morning, Gran found Celia sleeping on
the chair, curled up trying to keep warm. Gran gave a sigh, and went to get a
blanket and covered her up.
Alphonse walked down the staircase,
stretching and taking in the fresh morning air. Looking around he spotted Gran
at the desk, and asked her what he could do to help out.
Gran smiled and told him he can
just sweep the dining area, but to ask the people to keep their voices down
since a newly born slacker is sleeping in the waiting area.
Not knowing what she meant,
Alphonse nodded and asked where the broom was kept. After being told, he walked
to the dining area to retrieve the broom and start the work that was asked of
him. On his way there, he noticed Celia sleeping on the chair peacefully.
“Slacker,” he smirked. He started
working. A few other people that were working were waiting for the guests to
wake up.
He overheard them whispering.
“I heard Gran yelling at her last
night for coming in late.”
“No way! Celia isn’t like that. Do
you think she is doing something bad?”
“I bet, I mean look at her, she
always wander off during the day time breaks. Doesn’t surprise me one bit she
was out last night.”
“I think she does it every night
and Gran just never caught her.”
“Maybe!”
“Now she’ll be getting in more
trouble than before.”
Alphonse looked over at the
gossiping girls.
“So you know Celia well?” he asked
them.
“Oh, yes. Been working with her for
many years now.”
“Working with her doesn’t mean you
know her.”
“I know her better than you do.”
Alphonse chuckled.
“What you got a thing for her or
something?”
“Not at all, I wouldn’t ever have a
thing for her,” he said coldly as he started to sweep. He didn’t care about
Celia, or anyone in the village. He didn’t want anyone to think otherwise.
“Well, nice to know,” Celia’s voice
replied behind him.
Alphonse looked over his shoulder
the girl.
“The truth is the truth.”
“Doesn’t matter,” she said softly.
Celia turned to the girls that were bad mouthing her, “just so you know, I had
some business to take care of unlike you. So either shut your yap and get to
work, or you can walk right out that door.” Celia pointed to the front door of
the Inn as she spoke.
“Hmph.” The girls hurried off to
start their jobs.
Celia took a deep breath and smiled
at him.
“Good morning,” she said.
He nodded.
The two of them started their work
as guests from that night started filing into the area.
From time to time Alphonse glanced
over at Celia as she worked. He started wondering what she was doing out so
late that night. He was sure she would have headed home after he left her in
the streets.
“What were you doing last night?”
he finally asked her.
Celia jumped at the question nearly
dropping the dishes.
“Nothing,” she stammered.
“Oh?”
“Yeah.”
She hurried of into the kitchen to
put the dishes into the sink.
“Hon, your face is burning red, you
got a fever?” Leon asked as Celia pressed her hands on the counter.
“No. Just got a little flustered is
all,” she answered catching her breath and steadying her heartbeat. “I’ll feel better in a second.”
Leon walked over to her, and put
his ladle
down. He placed his hand on her shoulder. “You okay? I heard them girls making
lies about you a bit ago. Anything to do with that?” he asked her.
Celia
shook her head. The people talking bad about her didn’t bother her at all. She
knew what she was doing wasn’t bad, but she also knew staying out late and
being a female was bad if people knew about it. Rumors would circulate and then
Gran would have to deal with all the bad reviews about her Inn because of her.
Sighing, she turned to Leon.
“It’s nothing. Just felt light headed is
all,” she lied to him.
“Okay. Best stay out of trouble, Hon,” he
advice her.
Celia nodded. She knows better.
She walked back out at the dining area,
and scanned the room. The breakfast rush was about over, and that meant that
they would have a few hours of free time.
“Hey,” she called out to Alphonse. “After
the people leave to do what they do around here, it’s done until noon. That’s
when we do lunch. It’s a break so you don’t have to stay here…but you do have
to come back.”
He nodded.
After cleaning up the last of the mess
left by the people, Celia smiled at the work well done.
“Hey, thanks,” she said to Alphonse.
“Hm?”
Alphonse leaned on the broom.
“Nevermind.”
Alphonse shook his head; a small smile
appeared but disappeared as he talked.
“You should learn to say what’s on your
mind.”
“Oh?” Celia raised a brow. “You
apparently don’t know anything about my life.”
“It’s not good to hold things in.”
“Not good to open up either.”
“Celia!” Gran’s voice broke in.
Celia turned to Gran, who was rushing
into the dining area.
“What’s wrong?”
“I need you to go to the next village and
ask for some more supplies.”
“Again?”
“Yes,” Gran said in a firm voice.
“Why? I went only last week. We should
have had enough supplies to last us a little longer than this,” Celia
complained.
“Just please go and do it. Don’t waste
time. Go, now!” Gran said and disappeared in a rush.
“Sheesh,” Celia muttered as she took off
her apron.
Alphonse looked at her.
After hours of walking, Celia took a
rest. She hated having to travel to the other village to ask for help. She
never understood why Gran always seemed to be running out of supplies. Sitting
on a log, she pulled her bag to her lap.
“Better take my lunch now,” she said with
a sad voice.
As she pulled out some bread, jam and
fruits, she heard rustling nearby. She tried to pay no attention to it as she
broke off a piece of bread to eat. But as the sound was getting closer and
closer, she couldn’t help but get up and throw a rock in the direction of the
noise.
“Ouch! What the heck,” the voice said.
Celia covered her mouth. She knew that
voice.
Alphonse emerged out of the bushes, rubbing
his head. His face wasn’t friendly at all. Scaring Celia she threw her hands in
front of her and started laughing.
“I didn’t know it was you! I swear,” she
said through her laughter.
“I know that.”
Alphonse rubbed the spot that the rock
had apparently hit.
“What are you doing here?”
He didn’t answer the question.
“Oh no! You’re going to have your way
with me, and then kill me,” she said. “Please don’t.”
“Be quiet,” he said in what almost seemed
like a sigh. “I came to make sure no harm came to you.”
“You mean you were worried?”
“Not really, but a lady shouldn’t be venturing
long distances alone.”
“You are secretly a nice guy?”
Alphonse stared at her.
“Okay I get it,” she said with a laugh.
Secretly Celia was happy to see him. She didn’t really like to travel alone,
more so at this time. “Did you eat lunch yet?” she asked as she sat back down
on the log.
“Yes.”
“Oh,” she said as she finished a little
more of her food.
Alphonse just stood there leaning on the
tree.
After a few minutes of Celia sitting
there resting, she finally stood up and smiled. They both started forward to
get to the next village.
“Hey,” Alphonse said, breaking the
silence after a few hours of walking. “How long does it take to get to the next
village?”
Celia shrugged. “Usually if I don’t take
break other than sleeping then it’ll take me 2 days to day there. But depending
on how many times we stop to rest depends on how long it’ll take,” she
explained.
“Oh,” he said drifting back into silence.
She stared at the ground, trying to step
on every dried up leaf. She loved hearing the sound of it crumbling under her
step.
The two of them walked in silence for a
few more hours before taking a break by a bush of berries. Celia was braiding
her hair to keep it from getting in her face and Alphonse was standing nearby
looking back from where they came from.
“Alphonse.”
“Huh?” she said turning her head to him.
“My name.”
“Oh, that’s a nice name,” she said
smiling. “Thanks for telling me.”
He grunted and shifted his body weight.
“Hey, we can make camp now or later,” she
said looking at the sky.
“Later, we should head forward a little
bit. Too early.”
She nodded. A few more hours wouldn’t hurt;
the sun was still high in the sky.
They both continued forward.
The sun was starting to sink under the
horizon, so Celia and Alphonse were making a camp fire. Alphonse was sitting
near the fire as Celia was handing him some bread and dried fruit.
“Here,” she said. “It’ll keep you full.”
He took and ate it slowly.
She looked at him from over the fire.
“Hey, Alphonse, care to tell me what you
are doing?”
“Hm?”
“I mean, when I first saw you….were you
in trouble? Are you in trouble?” she asked with a worried face.
Alphonse broke into laughter.
Celia couldn’t help but blush. She hadn’t
heard him laugh. Watching him wipe a tear away, and smile at her and laugh, she
felt her heart skip a beat.
“I’ll take that as a no,” she said
embarrassed.
“I am not in trouble, but thanks for
worrying about me.”
She nodded.
“I just didn’t want to be at home. Things
came up where I had to go and make a new change,” he explained.
“Oh well, hopefully it’s all for the
best,” she said happily.
He nodded, “let’s hope.”
Soon enough the two of them started
laughing and making jokes together. Alphonse was feeling much better as he talked
the night away with Celia, he calmed down and allowed to tell her a little
about his life, but not much as he listened and asked her questions about her
own.
Laughing, Celia brushed her bangs out of
her face.
“And that’s how I ended up with Gran,” she
said with a sad smile.
“I’m sorry about that, but it seems like
you’re happy with your life.”
“Of course, Gran is amazing. Ever since I
came to that village, she welcomed me with opened arms and told me that I can
have everything I wanted, that I’d have to work for what mattered to me. Over
all….she never treated me like I wanted. She helped me grow.”
“That’s good.”
Celia nodded. “I owe her so much...but I
don’t know what is going on anymore.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not even sure anymore.”
They both laughed.
“You don’t make any sense Celia,”
Alphonse said smiling.
“Neither do you. I guess that’s why we
get along so well Alphonse.”
“Mhm, I think so too.”
Celia fell into silence. Alphonse
followed.
After a few hours of star gazing, Celia
fell asleep, leaving Alphonse awake by himself.
“I hope it’s for the best,” he whispered
to himself.
As the sun greeted them, those two were
already on the road, spending the rest of the time walking and having small
talk to each other, as they follow the path way to the next village.
The next morning, they reached the
village; Celia happily hurried forward as Alphonse kept a close eye on her from
behind. He gave a smile, happy to see her rush forward to get things done.
After a few hours, Celia and Alphonse
were sitting at a small outside café.
“Thanks for coming out here with me,”
Celia said sipping some tea.
“I was happy to,” Alphonse admitted.
“You know, you didn’t turn out to be the
kind of person I thought you’d be,” she said amused.
“I figured as much.”
Smiling Celia looked down at the supplies
she had to bring back to Gran. She wasn’t really sure what the supplies was
for, but she knew that Gran needed it, and it should last a while.
Having a good time, the two of them
wandered the little village for a while longer before heading back to their own
village. On the way back they became good friends, and Gran was happy to see
her supplies have arrived safely along with Celia being safe. Thanking Alphonse
for helping out she set them to work right away.
A few days passed, weeks, and months
passed as they both were working at the Inn together, happily enjoying the time
they were spending.
Celia was signing guests out as a group
of people stopped in front of the Inn, and shoved people out of the way.
“Hey,” Celia said stepping out behind the
desk. “You need to wait behind the people already here, please.”
“I’m looking for someone,” said a heavy
voice from a guy in armor.
“Well can you please wait?”
“No,” he roared.
The tone shook Celia’s nerves, causing
her to quickly apologize to the other guests for this mishap.
Gran came down the steps of the stairs
and asked who it was. Celia rushed over to her and explained what happened.
Gran’s eyes narrowed. Something she couldn’t stand was rudeness within her own
Inn, from the guests or the workers.
“I would like you guys to take your leave
now,” Gran ordered.
“And if I refused?”
“I said out!” she shrieked.
The people laughed.
“Not until you tell me where I can find
someone,” the man said.
“No,” Gran refused.
“I’m looking for Alphonse,” the guy
stated.
Celia’s eyes popped opened.
“Alphonse?” she asked slowly making sure
she understood correctly.
“Yes, do you know him?” the guy asked
stepping closer to Celia.
“No, not at all,” she said lying for the
first time.
“Hm…” the guy turned to her companions. “I
guess that they are either hiding him, or we were given wrong information.”
Grunting the group of people turned and
left.
“Celia, get back to work,” Gran said to
her. Celia hurried back behind the desk and started to help the guests again.
Alphonse walked down the stairs
scratching his head. He had just woken up, and the noise from down stairs woke
him up.
“What’s going on?” he asked with a yawn.
“Nothing,” Celia said quickly before Gran
heard.
They continued on with the day as if
nothing happened.
As the night fell over them, Celia grew
nervous as she didn’t know why people wanted Alphonse. She found herself
glancing over at him as he worked until Gran walked in and told them that’s it
for the day.
Alphonse walked over to Celia and tapped
her on the shoulder with a smile.
“Hey there,” he said startling her.
“Oh!” she said smiling nervously. “What’s
up?” she asked placing her apron on the table.
“Want to go for a walk?”
Celia looked at him. “Right now?”
“Yes.”
“It’s night time Alphonse.”
“So?”
Celia nodded. She would like to take a
walk at night, but Gran wouldn’t let her in case of danger. Hopefully she
wouldn’t mind if she went with Alphonse. “Sure,” she said finally.
The two of them hurried out of the Inn
and down the road passing by the few people left wandering the village.
They started joking around as they sat
under the stars and just told each other some stories about what they did as
kids; each finding embarrassing moments to point out for fun. Celia was happy
to be around him.
“Say, Alphonse,” she said as she laid
down on the grass.
“Hm?”
“Some guys came over today,” she said
slowly. “And they were looking for you.”
“What did they look like?” he voice
became harsh.
“Well, one was this big buff guy with a
deep voice…” she said. “Why were they looking for you?” She rolled on her side.
“It’s nothing. Just some old friends.”
“Oh,” she said ending it. She didn’t
believe him.
A few hours later Celia fell asleep, and
Alphonse picked her up and he took them both back to the Inn. He was greeted
with Gran as he walked in.
“Where have you been?” she asked.
“We were nearby, just took a short walk
and gazed at the stars,” he told her.
“Your look,” Gran said. “You plan on
leaving?”
Alphonse put Celia down and covered her
with a blanket.
“Yes, thank you for all your help Gran,”
he said. “Please don’t worry about me.”
Gran nodded and handed him a bag.
“Some supplies to help you on the road,”
she smiled and walked out.
Days passed as Alphonse wandered around,
and he eventually stopped at a small village where people were happily
gossiping about the news of a warlord taking the land of a poor village that
was a few days away from here. His ears perked at the news. He walked by a
group of villagers and asked them to tell him what they knew. As he was told,
he felt his heart drop. It was Lancourt.
The last village he stayed at. Clutching, his fist his knuckles turned white.
“Damn,” he whispered as he hurried out of
the village.
He didn’t know where he should go, home
or to the lord that was on a rampage from the disappearance of the groom to his
daughter. Either way the fate would be the same: Marriage. But he first had to
make sure the village was going to be okay. He begged to borrow a horse from a
couple at the end of the village, upon agreeing to bring it back in a few days,
Alphonse rode off into the woods towards the lord.
Two days later, Alphonse arrived at the
castle of the lord he was suppose to be living at. Taking a deep breath, he
rode on in.
The guards stayed down as Alphonse tied
the horse out front and walked in with a pardon from a man out front.
“We’ve been expecting you Young Prince,”
the man said.
Alphonse brushed it off. He didn’t care
for his title at all.
They walked to the court room. Standing
there was the lord, and the princess he would be married off to.
“How do you do Alphonse,” the lord said.
A sneaky smile appeared on his face. “You broke the treaty of your land and
mine, and look what it brought. A poor fate to the little village that open its
arms for you.”
Alphonse stared.
“But, now that you are here, I will call
my men out and leave them alone,” he said.
“That would be very kind of you Sir,”
Alphonse said taking a short bow.
“If you go through with the marriage.”
These words pinned Alphonse in the heart.
He didn’t want to get married. He had someone in mind he wanted to be with.
“If you refuse, the village and the
villagers will be gone in a few hours,” the lord smiled. “What will you
choose?”
“I happily accept your offer,” Alphonse
said.
“Grand, prepare the banquet!”
Alphonse was led out of the along with
the princess.
“I am happy to finally meet you,
Alphonse,” she said sweetly. “I’ve been dreaming of the day we’ll be wed.”
He nodded. He didn’t want to speak to
her. But he had to be nice so he held out his hand for hers. The princess
giggled and happily took it.
“My name is Yoni,” she said.
“Nice name, you already know my name,” he
smiled to her.
“Of course.”
Yoni smiled back at him.
“Soon we will be married.”
Celia grabbed a piece of bread and
swallowed it quickly down.
“Sweetie,” Gran said patting her on the
back. “You shouldn’t be mad.”
“I shouldn’t?” she screeched. “I fell for
him!” She covered her face with her hands. “He was promised to someone else.
What is wrong with him?”
“Maybe he liked you too.”
“Gran! If he liked me then he should have
left.”
“Celia, you know better than anyone
people do things for their own reasons. He could just be protecting you.”
“I don’t need protecting.”
Gran looked at her and shook her head.
“Your parents would be upset hearing the way you talk. They didn’t die for you
to be spoiled.”
“I know Gran,” she softly said. She was
acting like a child. She shouldn’t be. Tomorrow was the day Alphonse and his
bride would be married, and this village was to attend the wedding.
“We should prepare our gift Child.”
Gran took Celia’s hand and led her out of
the room.
They worked on making a cake that the
newly wedded couple would enjoy.
The next morning, Gran took out a sweet
dress for Celia to wear. After a short fight about Gran not attending, Celia
put the dress on and carried the cake to the center of the village where they
would be awaiting the rest of the wedding.
As soon as Alphonse and Yoni arrived
everyone started whispering, and welcoming the couple on their big day.
Nodding, Alphonse greeted everyone who approached them.
His eyes fell on Celia, and he quickly
looked away. He didn’t want to meet her gaze.
“Congratulations Alphonse,” Celia called
loudly over to him. She walked closer to give her respects. “This cake if from
Gran and I, please enjoy it.” She handed over the cake and walked away,
glancing over her shoulder at Alphonse. Giving a small smile she finally
understood why he left and why he was to get married. He was protecting this
little village from harm. “Like hell I accept that,” she said to herself. But
looking at the people being happy she smiled, “oh well. I should be happy for
him.”
The couple waved and bowed thanking the
village for their blessing.
“With this union, your village will no
longer be in harm’s way,” Princess Yoni announced.
“Please feel free to enjoy yourselves at
this celebration,” Prince Alphonse said.
Celia looked at them and smiled. I guess this is how it is to be. She
hurried to her friend from the Inn and they started dancing to the music. She
wasn’t going to be down on this day. She was going to be happy for him, happy
for the Princess, and happy that the village will be safe.
Later on, she wearily walked into the
Inn, and Gran was standing near the window. “Gran?” she asked as she walked to
her. “What’s wrong?”
“Celia, you should have stopped Alphonse.
He didn’t want to marry her. He wanted you,” Gran said.
“No,” Celia smiled. “If I did no good
would have come from it. I was hoping he’ll look my way and then make
everything stop, but he didn’t. I know I’m important to him, we’re important to
him. He wanted to save us from any pain from the lord and his army, so he did
what he had to do.” A tear ran down her face. “I’m happy to have known
Alphonse,” she admitted.
Gran took Celia into her arms and hushed
the child.
Alphonse and Yoni went back to the
castle, and they sat in the room.
Yoni took her hair out and gave a sigh.
“You didn’t want this marriage did you?”
Alphonse didn’t answer.
“You love someone else?”
He remained silent.
“Don’t worry; we won’t have to do
anything. If you want you can see her, I’ll talk to father.”
“Why?”
“Because you put up with me even though
you didn’t. You smiled for me without me asking you too. So I am not going to
ruin your life if you show me kindness without wanting to.”
Yoni walked out of the room.
Alphonse was left sitting on the bed. He
didn’t know what he should do.
As Yoni returned she smiled. “You’re a
free man. Father even said he’ll leave the village alone as long as you become
a knight and fight for his army.”
“I’m a prince not a knight.”
“Yes, but we know your background. Take
it or leave it. If you leave it then you are stuck with me,” Yoni said.
“So you don’t want me?”
“I want you…but that’s not what you want.
Despite always getting what I want, I’m a nice person,” she said laughing.
“It’s your choose. I’m going to sleep in my other chamber.” She left Alphonse in
the room alone.
Leaving early morning, Alphonse hurried
out of the castle and back to the village where Celia was working. He stared at
the window and watched her work around the Inn. He pushed the door open and
walked to Celia.
“Hey,” he said.
Celia turned to him. Her eyes widened and
then narrowed as she saw him. She sharply turned away from him.
“I’m here for my job.”
“We don’t need you.”
“I’m a guest and I don’t have money to
stay.”
“Well then you can’t stay.”
Alphonse smiled.
“I thought that you welcome travelers of
all kind, at least that’s what Gran said.”
“Go back to your wife.”
“I don’t have one.”
Gran walked and smiling and hit Celia in
the head with a rolled up paper.
“You better start right away, Alphonse,”
Gran said. “Well get to it.”
Alphonse hurried and got his broom and
started sweeping away.
Celia couldn’t help but smile.
“I’m going to work unless I’m called to
the castle. I’m now a knight,” he said as they worked. “With a long time off.”
“That’s nice.”
Celia threw a towel at him.
“Then you better make sure you have a
room here,” she smiled at him.
They both laughed and started working
together again.
