Come On, My Little jealousy

Emma

I woke up earlier than usual the next day, probably feeling strange in the new place. I went down to breakfast, and the place was completely empty, only the servants were busy with their chores.

I returned to the library where my unfinished drawing from the previous night lay under a table there. I picked it up and walked to the garden, deciding to occupy myself for a while.

I sat on a bench, observing the landscape around me; this place is stunning. Am I really living here?

A memory of my father hit me hard as I tried to sketch the mountains behind Henry's eyes.

We were walking through the woods of an unfamiliar village to me; I was just over fifteen, and we spotted a beautiful building nearby. Our custom was always to stay away from houses, but that day my father guided me to the location. I was annoyed because I had just turned down his first attempt at arranging a marriage, and he had called me for a lecture on my responsibilities.

"Look at that," he said when we got close to