#kindlycourageous

i’m here ;v; it must be so hard but i’m sending all my love and you hang in there okay? you’re a tough one and i believe in you. it’s gonna be alright..;v; i missed you too sweetie

But then were he truthful no amount of time was ever enough. Never enough to bask in her light, her kindness, her love. She was like the sun to his world, the light the drew a smile inevitably to his lips, a warmth in his chest none could extinguish. Her beauty shone from within, made her more radiant and stunning each time his eyes fell upon her. It was why he wished to do something for her. Something special. It had been far too long since they’d time to themselves and at the first possible opportunity he had set his plans into motion. 

Kit pulls his hands back from where he’d covered her eyes, revealing a table set to candlelight in the privacy of their secret garden. The roses were in full bloom, set the air fragrant as moonlight shone over them bathing the space in a gentle silver light.

“I made it myself, save the food, of course. I’ve not quite learned that part yet.” Kit was grateful for the kitchens and their indulgence so late in the day. He walked over to the table, picking up what had consumed the greater part of his day, a carefully woven crown of flowers, blue mixed with white and violet blossoms. It was far from well made, he had dutifully tried to remember what she had taught him previously, but it had been far more challenging than h had expected. 

send me ☀ if your muse finds mine attractive

By the time he’d received it, the letter was but a fragment of its former self. Charred by the fire that had almost consumed it, it had been a faithful maid that had brought to him what someone wouldn’t have him see. A letter, written in pen; the signature long consumed but it took only a few smudged words to deduce who had written it. 

Kit had departed in a flurry, funnelling the anger he felt at whomever had tried to hide this from him into determination to reach the sender. It had to her, the one from the ball, the maiden who held his heart though he still knew not her name. Something wasn’t right; the charred letter, the fact that it had been fished from the fire, and why after putting out that proclamation had she not come forth? Surely she must know that he wished to see her again? Yet the further he rode, the greater his certainty grew; someone was stopping her, someone within his own walls was trying to prevent them from meeting again.

Guildenstern stood in the clearing where he had first met the mystery princess, his hooves shuffling as restlessly as his rider was upon his back. The clearing where they had met; it was all that he had been able to read from the scorched paper. Not a time, not even if it was meant to be a meeting place, but that didn’t matter. If there was even the slightest chance that she would be here then he would wait. Would wait as long as he had to. 

    Quite the curious sight it was, the girl she’d found. Speaking as though conversation abounded with delight and intrigue, yet she saw nothing but the creatures of the land littered about with unusually focused attention on the younger maid. As though they were communicating between each other. An oddity to be certain. Though to be utterly frank, Celia found it rather adorable.

    “My dear, whom ever are you talking to?”

that grimace/snarl tho