Secret Admirer

Writers: Miriah
Date Posted: 9th July 2013

Characters: Unknown Admirer
Description: The Lady Holder has a secret admirer
Location: Amber Hills Hold
Date: month 2, day 3 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Benani, Zathris (not by name)

Eyes followed the Lady Holder as she moved along the paths of the
Hold. She was lovely to behold and the owner of the gaze felt hands
clench. Her shape, her form, even the touch of sunlight on her
hair…she was perfect. She could be approached now; perhaps they could
talk for just a few moments. Every time she had been approached, it
seemed as though something came into the way. Perhaps now. Just for a
moment. The adoring eyes followed her as she paused to address some
unimportant woman.

The Lady had always been kind to him. She had never ignored him and
always greeted him with a smile. Not even his own family had been so
kind. She took the time to chat with him. And he adored her. To him,
she was perfection.

The owner of the gaze stepped out, moving to intercept the Lady
Holder in a moment of stolen opportunity and then stopped. His eyes
narrowed as the figure of the Lord Holder made an appearance. **I
don't want to talk to him! Can't he stay away for one minute? Doesn't
he have anything better to do? He gets to spend time with her all
day!** There was a moment of gritted teeth and a surge of
frustration. **I just want a few minutes, is that so bad?**

Steeling nerves, the figure approached from behind about to speak, but
before he got too close, the Lady turned away to greet her husband.
Shoulders slumped as he walked away towards the main hold area. His
feet scuffed the ground in pique. How could he let her know how
wonderful she was? A lip was chewed on as his gaze landed on a bush of
rather lovely flowers. His brows rose. That was it!

He glanced around and quickly plucked several of the pink and red
flowers and then tucked them inside of shirt. Moving quickly he
shuffled towards the Lady and Lord Holder's quarters. No one noticed
him. No one ever did. And for once, it didn't bother him. It was quiet
and her maids had stepped out. He rapped on her door, just in case.
There was no answer.

He opened the door and stuck his head in. There was an older woman,
maybe one of her maids asleep in a chair. He paused and glanced around
before he tiptoed into the room. The woman shifted and he froze in
place, eyes wide. The old woman fell still again and he exhaled in
relief. Moving as quickly and as quietly as he could, he pulled out
the flowers and laid them on the carefully made bed.

He stopped and bent to press his face to the pillow. It still held her
scent and he inhaled deeply. It was sweet. He glanced over his
shoulder again at the old woman and then at the vanity near the bed.
He crept over and with a quick impulsive hand, swiped a small bottle
of her scented oil. It wasn't much, and surely she wouldn't miss such
a trifle. He just wanted to have things that smelled like her. It
didn't hurt anyone.

Before the old woman could wake, he hurried out and whisper quiet,
closed the door behind him. Glancing around quickly, he walked out,
his prize tucked safely in his trousers.

Last updated on the July 19th 2013

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