The Impact of Her (ALL SEASONS)

When you have everything in life, what more could you ask for? There is one thing I have in mind: FREEDOM. The freedom of speech, of expression. To be able to enjoy life as it is; to meet interesting people. Most importantly, the freedom to love. Freedom of finding someone you want to be with for the rest of your life. To be able to marry the one you desire. Unfortunately, the hope of finding love is considered a luxury. As the sole heir to the kingdom of the Western Wind, I have everything a person could possibly ask for. Yet, my life is my own prison and one of the things that keeps me shackled is my marriage arrangement. Somehow, I've learned to accept the standards of living the kind of life I was given. However, not a single day has passed that I wished I could marry the person I'm supposed to fall in love with. The reason why I'm in an arranged marriage is for an alliance with the kingdom of Middle Earth. My marriage to their princess was considered the best way to show

“My dear one, we live in the same castle,” she put her spatula down and walked over to the sink beside her, washing her hands. “Everything that happens inside the castle is being reported to me,” she continued as she wiped her hands dry with her white apron. She then walked towards me. “And besides,” she gently cupped my face with her soft hands. “I know that you and your father don’t have the best of relationships at the moment.” “You know me too well, Nana,” I held her hands tightly as I looked directly in her eyes. “And I’m very grateful to have you as my guardian.” She then giggled as she gave me a light pat on the head. “Now, there are crates of freshly-delivered apples in the stables. And here,” she let go of my face and reached for something from the cupboard above her. “Here is your water container.” In her hands, she revealed my leather water container that’s already been cleaned. “This is already clean,” I replied as I received the leather container in my hands. My brows f

She has mesmerizing green eyes that you just want to look at and for you to drown in. Her rosy cheeks were complemented by an absolutely captivating smile. For that moment, we both got lost in each other's stare.She was the first to snap back to reality. She quickly pulled her hand back. "Forgive me for staring, good sir," she hid her face from me in her hood."Please, I don't mind it all. I should be the one to apologize for the trouble I caused," I replied. "Being a man upholding the belief of being well-mannered, that was wrong decision making on my end." As every single fruit was returned to her basket, I helped her stand.She then scanned my being, her eyes traveled from my head down to my toes and back to my face. "Why are you even in this alley, good sir? By your manner of dressing, you don't seem like you're from this area.""I'm but a humble traveler. However, some men were sent after me and I needed a place to hide me, and my horse as well," I explained, gesturing towards La

"If you're in an arranged marriage, I assume you came from a rich family, am I correct?" he smirked."I guess we can call it that way," I replied, hesitant. I'm not the kind of person that's proud of his title and parades his wealth outside of the castle. To be completely honest, I prefer to look like a normal being whether I'm inside the castle or not. Boasting what I have was never an attitude of mine."One order of tea and apple pie, ready to be served!" a worker shouted behind Grandpa Ben, putting the meal on the counter behind him.Laura then appeared from the workplace, grabbed the tray, and headed towards me. "Here you are, good sir. Tea and a freshly-baked apple pie," she said as she put my order directly in front of me. "Enjoy!" she smiled and started to head back to the workplace.Grandpa Ben let out a chuckle. "I'm sure he will," he teased Laura.She then turned around and stuck her tongue out to Grandpa Ben. After their little moment of playful banter, Laura headed back to

I’m making my way to the kitchen, the stables as my endpoint. I was passing by through the hallways when I heard someone call out to me. “Robert?”I stopped, turning around immediately. It was Nana Olsa. I walked back, meeting her halfway. “Hello, Nana,” I greeted, taking her into my arms. “What happened during lunch, son?” she asked as we pulled away from our hug. “Nana, I don’t want to have this discussion right now,” I complained. She gently held onto my arm. “Walk with me son,” she requested. I let out a sigh and nodded in defeat. We then made our way to the garden. ♔♔♔ “Son,” she started as we entered the garden. “Your father is an affectionate man. Everything important to him, he holds them with great care. The only problem with him is he doesn’t know how to express it so he rarely shows any kind of emotion.” “How is that the case, Nana?” I asked. “It’s because of what happened to your grandparents. They loved each other with all their hearts,” Nana began to tell a story.