Nymphrodite J Wolff
Junior Member
Letzy slowly kneeled, adjusting her dress to remain 'modest' like her father was constantly reminding her to do despite him saying she was the "Perfect daughter" sentences before. He wasn't necessarily two-faced but more of a chameleon. Claiming that to survive one had to know what things to say and when, no matter if you agreed with them or not. It made no sense to her, why couldn't something as simple as picking roses be how people were. A simple this is how it is now let's move along. One key word, simple. Nothing was ever simple, always having more than one reason for a word or action. It was sad but she accepted it just as all the others. Well, it truth it made sense to her but she did her best to ignore it. She had to be when marriage would soon be something to worry about. Her childhood was flying by. Now it was which man could offer the best deal for her hand. Her family wasn't able to let her run loose. They weren't with the poor folk but neither were they able to walk around in exquisite attire every day for everything as some could.
Releasing a small sigh she gripped the nearest flower, careful of the thorns, as she bent to sniff it. Hardly noting the scent but instead watching the older man with the cane that was just on the other side. The 19 year old was supposed to be studying and if her father caught sight of her she would surely get a lashing since he was being especially harsh lately. She has a feeling that something was happening behind her back but she didn't know what.
Releasing a small sigh she gripped the nearest flower, careful of the thorns, as she bent to sniff it. Hardly noting the scent but instead watching the older man with the cane that was just on the other side. The 19 year old was supposed to be studying and if her father caught sight of her she would surely get a lashing since he was being especially harsh lately. She has a feeling that something was happening behind her back but she didn't know what.