The Arranged Marriage
"Mama?" I croak, and push aside the blankets, immediately turning red from calling her that. I climb out of the cart, and I am surprised to see the Squire's beautiful son and one of the village men My face gets even hotter, and I duck my head.
Instantly, I am enveloped by Mother's arms in a tight hug. She smells like bread and home and the woods she has been flying through.
She pushes me away, her hands on my shoulders as she begins to scold me. "And you," she says, finishing with words aimed at Goodman Tossin, "ought to be ashamed for yourself."
He shakes his head. "She could have been great," he says, a little sadly, but no one seems to care, as I am bustled onto Mother's horse and head back to the village, apparently bound to join the Priestesses after all.
When I look back once, the goodman and his cart are no longer there.
Instantly, I am enveloped by Mother's arms in a tight hug. She smells like bread and home and the woods she has been flying through.
She pushes me away, her hands on my shoulders as she begins to scold me. "And you," she says, finishing with words aimed at Goodman Tossin, "ought to be ashamed for yourself."
He shakes his head. "She could have been great," he says, a little sadly, but no one seems to care, as I am bustled onto Mother's horse and head back to the village, apparently bound to join the Priestesses after all.
When I look back once, the goodman and his cart are no longer there.
