A/N: I am not happy about the title and plan on changing it. If you have any suggestions please mention them in your review.
As Rachael walked about her mother's gardens, questions filled her mind. She felt quite overwhelmed with her future decisions. Her mother was going to marry her off soon since she was becoming of age. The very thought of marriage scared her, and made her want to hide.
Rachael was a immensely attractive woman. Her curly, dark blonde locks draped her pale face, her light green eyes caught almost every man's attention, and she held herself elegantly. Around her neck was a thin chain. At the end of it was a heart shaped locket given to her by her father.
Rachael's mother was watching her from her bedroom window. The queen sighed, and thought about her child's future.
"Oh, Laurie, what am I going to do with her? She's such a darling girl. I hate to put any unnecessary pressure on her, but she must marry soon. Since her father died she's been so quiet, and withdrawn. Sometimes I feel like we're miles apart. It saddens me seeing her like this. Oh, how I wish there was something I could do," she said to her maid.
"I beg your pardon your majesty, but you can do something for her."
"What do you suggest? I'm open to anything at this point," she said with a sigh.
"You could have a ball! We haven't had one since—since... Maybe she'll meet someone there."
The queen thought on this, and soon agreed with Laurie. Maybe a ball would do just the thing. A suiter was likely to be found there. The queen opened her bedroom window, and called out to her daughter. Rachael looked up at her, and quickly came inside. She went up the staircase and found her mother sitting on her bed.
"Sit, my child. I have just the thing to brighten up your spirits! We will hold a ball, and I will invite many young men your age and older to dance with you. You shall have a splendid time wearing your new grown. I will buy you a new set of jewelry just for the occasion."
Rachael looked excited to her mother, but inside she still didn't feel satisfied, "Oh, mother, it will be wonderful... I just know it."
"Good, it's settled then. I will go downstairs and make preparations," the queen said rushing down the stairs.
Rachael sat on her mother's bed, and twiddled her fingers while she thought about her father. They hadn't hosted a ball since his death. This made her think of him. He could make her smile even if she was trying her hardest to remain sad. Her father's smile was everything to her. When she was little, she'd try her best to make him laugh just so she could watch as the wrinkles around his eyes started buckling, and listen to the satisfying sound of his low chuckle. But all this came to an end when her father became sick. In the dark ages, medicine wasn't well developed so they bled him, but that only sparkled the fire that in the end consumed him. There was a burial which Rachael can remember vividly.
Even though the sun was shining, it seemed so dark that day. She will never forget it. How she wished she didn’t take his presence for granted. He could no longer hold her when she needed him to, nor could he give her mother support. Rachael took all these things upon herself when she was seven. It had been ten years since his death, but she still experienced much agony when brought back to those lingering memories. They weighed her down like burdens—ones she didn't deserve to carry. It began to antagonize her at one point, but at this moment in time, she looked sorrowful like she'd lost the battle.
All was soon to fit in place as the missing puzzle pieces are yet to be found.
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