Pumpkin Mage

Mizuki opened the heavy wooden door and walked up the stairs towards Aymeric’s office. A few steps from the door she slowed to a halt because she could hear the conversation  inside, Aymeric and another man’s voice she didn’t recognize.

“Ser Aymeric, I know you have a lot to manage with the Dragonsong War and this might seem trivial, but-” The man paused. Mizuki didn’t mean to eavesdrop and had turned to leave, but her feet froze to the spot as the man continued.

“My daughter Elvinne, she overstepped her station in sending you a letter of a compromising  nature-” Mizuki inhaled deeply. That woman! I wonder if Aymeric replied to the letter?

“At first I scolded her but she was very passionate about her feelings for you and as a father I cannot ignore my daughter’s feelings.” 

“Yes, I recall the young lady.” It was hard to read Aymeric’s tone.

“You have a fine eye, my lord,” the man chuckled.  “I come with a proposition. Why not join our households? Elvinne is an accomplished young woman, and she would make an excellent wife to carry on our house's legacy.”

Mizuki stood rooted to the spot.  The man was right, his daughter would make a perfect wife for Aymeric.  How could she be good enough for him? She tried to shake the negativity from her mind. He said he loved me… But their relationship was still early and with everything still going on, only a few people knew.  She felt stupid in her dress. I shouldn’t have worn it..people will gossip.  And unsavoury gossip was the last thing they needed right now. 

“I’m afraid-” Aymeric was quickly interrupted.

“You must join us for dinner one evening and meet her properly.  She’s a sweet girl, well tutored and well mannered.  A proper lady suitable for an upstanding gentleman as yourself.” The man kept talking.  “Just one evening,” he insisted, almost pleading.

There was a pause before Aymeric responded. “I will consider it, when my schedule permits.”

Mizuki felt her chest crumbling into pieces as the man exclaimed, “Oh, wonderful. Elvinne will be overjoyed.”

Mizuki turned and hurried quietly down the stairs. “Did you see the Lord Commander?” the knight asked, as she made a bee-line for the door. 

Mizuki stopped, smiling over her shoulder. “No, he was busy. I shall-” She paused.  “Could you hand this to the Lord Commander? It is not that important.” She handed the knight the letter and escaped the Convocation.  She kept her composure, though the lump in her throat threatened to make her cry.

Mizuki headed back to the Fortemps Manor with great haste.

She had to compose herself before she entered the manor. She didn't want anyone to see her crying over something like this. Mizuki had to accept that she wasn't worthy of Aymeric.

Why did I let myself believe I could be loved?

Sending all of my best vibes to @stardrinker, an indescribably wondrous person who helps make the lives of so many people feel a bit more whole. Getting to know you in the recent years has been a truly enriching experience. I hope that your day is filled with reminders of how good you are as a human being.

As for your birthday prompt, uh...

I can explain.

./drinkgreentea

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