Kettu dropped the shirt she was folding on the floor. “You’re what” Her voice rattled against the walls and came back to her three times over. Aurin said nothing. From the window the princelings could be heard playing at maiming each other. There were the soft sputtering sounds of the castle wells, the rustling of rats in the walls, the up-down call of one of the mountain hawks, but no sound from Aurin. She bit her lip and stared fixedly on the clothes she was folding. “This is more important than laundry, what? What? What!” Kettu took the waistcoat that apparently fascinated the other woman. “Say it again, I can’t have heard you right.” Aurin hummed and said, “you’ve made a mess. You can’t go home until this is done.” “I don’t want to go home, I want to you say what you just said, and then say that it’s some weird joke!” Finally she met Kettu’s gaze. Those round leaf-green eyes, framed in dark eyelashes. Aurin was a serious-faced woman, she’d been serious-faced from the day she was born. Though she tried to assuage this with a frequent smile, she had the aura of a person who neither understood jokes nor enjoyed them. This wasn’t true, as Kettu had learnt in their years of service together, but it made the moments when she lit up all the more beautiful. “I’m getting married.” Aurin said. The words lingered in the air. “To a man from Irida.”
Hello! Just a quick reminder that I’ve moved accounts. Art and words will be over on @spell-fox.
This is the first part of a seven part series.
