Chapter 1:

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Chapter l

 A shadow appears from the dimly lit candle, the flames slowly dying; just like my love for you Beuford. I wipe a tear from my eye, I never cry. This is impossible. Just then Master Henald enters the room holding a teacup. “Oy what are ye doin’ snoopin round here? The castle be dangerous at night, ‘specially when I'm here.” Henald chuckled, then smirked. 6 surrounding kingdoms (or Queendoms) came to celebrate my 26 birthday which means after I get married I become the queen of Jewelle. The shadow came out of hiding: Beuford my “love” we are supposed to be wed soon, too soon. 9 years is a long time to know each other but I do not know what love even is! “Hello my love.” Beuford smiles, grabbing my hand. “Hello, Beuford I..” I started but Hanald interrupted me. “Hey! Love birds, go to bed already!” William walks in, “Yes Princess Lucillia I agree with Sir Henald. Tomorrow is your birthday.’’ William guides Beuford to his room Leaving me alone with Henald and the past.

 The past with Henald is something I do not want to remember yet I do remember it. In the tree-house, 16 years old. We dated for 8 months and he asked me to sing his favorite song. Then he proposed to me, in the old dusty beige tree-house. It always smelled of cheese and memories. I shook my head and a tear fell down on my head. My only response was, “No.” I couldn’t make myself say anything else. “We are only sixteen years old, there is no reason to get married at such a young age, plus aren’t you leaving town for a few months?” I asked. Henald looks at me in disbelief. “Lucy-doo, I’m leaving to get money for us so we could be together. “ “You didn’t even let me think! You don't care about us, you only care about yourself, and your reputation. No, good bye!” I leave my own tree house never to see him again.

“Good-Night, Henald.” I said leaving to my room. “Princess as you know I am now the King of Golomina or my Kingdom so I am Master Henald, and someday I will rule this Kingdom too.” Henald smirked leaving. If I wasn’t so tired I would have argued and argued with him.

 When I made it to my room, I sat on my bed thinking of Beuford, his emerald green eyes paired so well with his dirty blonde hair. His light skin is also so soft. He claims he’s a gentleman but I know his smart alec and annoying young side yet he is so sweet sometimes. When we are alone he can be charming, sweet, honest, compassionate, and smart. He could make any girl fall in love with him, yet he chose me. He also can be very persistent. Ever since we met that cold fall night he'd always wanted to be by my side or he’d beg to take me on a date. I miss the young Beuford sometimes, me and him at 17 so… in love even. Even when he had to go he would write me love letters.

 I pull out an old antique brown dusty box from under my big tan & gold bed. “Memories” is labeled on the front memories indeed. Pictures of us and I even kept his old poems of him trying to ask me out or his love notes. I glanced at all of them and I found my favorite one. 

“Lucillia, you are a gracious dove soaring through the skies, you are free from everyone! No one can chain nor change you! That’s why I love you, I love everything about you! Your auburn hair, your bright smile, your rosy cheeks whenever they blush when I call you “my darling “ Your deep blue eyes twinkling in the night, I call you my love for a reason.

With love,-Beuford

That was the first letter Beuford sent that used the word “Love.” A tear fell onto the old letter and I wiped my face with my bare hand. 19 year old me reading it would have just smiled and felt special. 26 year old me reading it realizes the words on different levels. “Love” was a word he used. What does love even mean? I gently folded the paper and put it back in the box, then I neatly put the box under my bed and fell asleep.