*** (Author's Note:) Now to introduce the younger Schans sister.
**No sex scenes in this here chapter. Come next chapter we'd go back to Rickard and things start to pick up.
***This was a bit wordier, around 1700 words, which is a lot for me. and I got a nitpicky.
***Again thanks for your time.
Mireshka was apprehensive at first. She looked him over from head to toe. And she noticed that he didn't wear any boots. Absolute foolish peasant. But she was told by Lotte that Rickard was like this with everyone, including the lord mayor. She was about to rise to the carriage when all of a sudden Rickard got down, to offer her a hand. Merishka rolled her eyes and swatted his dirty peasants hand wawy.
"Don't even pretend to be a footman, you're still a peasant, Rickard. "
"I was just trying to be polite mistress, Donal used to do this and I've seen him do this plenty fo times. Just need to get accustomed to this, is all."
Merishka took her sketchbook and decided to try the lay of the land as they waited.
Merinda came back, dressed in her regally. With no one to aid her in clothing, she felt somewhat unkempt. Maybe, the townsfolk wouldn't be able to tell? Merinda on the other hand just looked as reagl as if she was dressed by half a dozen servants. She tried not to take notice of it.
Rickard offered her a hand, Merinda only looked at tit for a brief second, did a little shake of her head but nonetheless took the offered hand and got up.
The carriage rolled out of the gates but Rickard had to stop for a bit to close them back, locking it with the key and handing it back to Merinda. Was it wise to rust such an important item as the key to the manor, even for brief time, to a peasant?
She stopped just basking in the silence of everything.
The voices of her tormentors, her enemies at school drifted away, even they were no match for the resounding silence that was the countryside.
Meriska loved the capitol. She loved school but what she didn't love was the varying multitude of ego clashing in one another. Various noble houses have sent their daughters tot eh academy for a great variety of earned but all try to vie for the position to the Kingslord. They call it the capitol but it was the center of everything. She longed to go the far off cities of the realm. But a mere day in those cities could very well drown a lower house in absolute debt.
She looked about her drawings. Trying to see some improvement over her much older work. As she brought out. She noticed something. Odd.
She had developed the skill and would juts scribble whatever her eyes sees, never really put much thought to it. She seemed to have scribbled a faint outline of a person in the horizon. She would have noticed such a thing. There it is again. Just this morning.
She looked toward the woods. The silence had turned to something more....haunting. She looked at the shadows.
"Looking for something, your Ladyship?"
"AHH!"
"Apologies your ladyship," he said grinning, making an attempt at a bow of sorts
"You buffoon. You nearly halfway scared me to heavens."
"My ladyship we are being hailed, by your sister."
"Fine let us be off," She didn't miss that the peasant Rickard took a rather peek and in those eyes she saw no humor or mirth of his, only seriousness unlike anything.
Merishka joined them as they went to town,
Although it was only just a stones' throw distance away, they were still nobles.
And thus they travelled in the. It was an open carriage.
So they were stuck with but a single servant now huh?
They had arrived at town, it was a small little thing but the people were kind and grateful. Not to mention clean. Very clean. The lord mayor, ran a tight ship and were very good friends with her parents. She sauntered off on her own.
The townsfolk waved at them each as they passed, More towards Rickard and what not. And quite few even bowed. The commoners at the Capitol never did that, save for the Grand Nobles. Here almost everyone extended some form of courtesy towards them. She felt somewhat better at the thought. It had been almost six years and even when visiting back she had sparse time going into town as a young woman.
She had but a few passing glimpses of her memory. Playing in the woods and the fields. She was only seen as a child. Merishka saw familiar faces that had faded into the memory of time.
Instantly she drew the gazes of the townsfolk, especially the women. The commoners on the capitol were either frightful or respectful always keeping their distances. But they were friendly. And sought to know more about the capitol. She might have to admit that her head grew a bit bigger.
She had her own thing going, sticking around with the group was mentally exhausting. And stimulating. So she bid her farewell. It was the way her jaw stiffened and her eyes unmoving bore down on her. She was accompanied by her two closes friends while other rest either were suddenly focused at nearby tree or flying bird.
It was a constant headache. They were not enemies to say the least but neither were they the closest of acquaintances.
